Chapter 3
Rude awakening
Aloud noise from next door woke me up. I reached for the alarm clock that stood on my nightstand. The clock read 4:23am. I groaned and banged my head against the bed. I tried to block out the noise my covering my head with the pillow. It warmed me up but didn’t block out the noise.
They had won. Dragging myself out of bed was not an easy task. My mind was saying get up but my body was saying otherwise.
My feet hit the dry hard carpet. I didn’t know why the school could pay for paint but not fresh carpet. The sound was getting louder now; you couldn’t exactly say it was noise. It was more like an un-tuned guitar. Either way it was a horrible sound.
In my flannel pyjamas I opened the door to the bathroom and looked at myself through the mirror. I could feel my eyes go wide. My hair seemed to be brushed up the side of my head and my eyes were red with bags underneath them.
Quickly I brushed my hair back to its normal state and added some caffeine bag remover under my eyes. After a few minutes I looked human again and the noise got louder.
I threw a mini tantrum like the ones a five year old might do when you don’t get what you want.
I figured that if I didn’t tell them to shut it I wasn’t going to get a very pleasurable sleep. I walked out of the bathroom and to my room door. I was really going through with this and opened up the door.
It was very easy to find the room that was making the ruckus; all you had to do was follow it.
I didn’t need to walk far. On the door, clearly printed was #17, Adrian’s room.
I groaned and put my head on the door and started knocking endlessly.
By the time I made it to the third knock, the door opened fast and I fell inside. Adrian was standing there with a guitar in his hand.
Embarrassed I stood up, “Hi, ah could you keep the noise down I’m trying to get to sleep.” He looked at me and gave me a half smile, “Ya sure, come in.”
He was inviting me in at 4:30am! “Sure.” He stood to the side still holding the door; I walked past him avoiding his gaze and stopped in the middle of the room.
Like most guys in this school their room was disgusting. But this room was different from all the others. It was clean, spotless, well… tidy.
I turned around, “Your room is so clean”. He shut the door behind him, “Ya. I can’t stand unclean rooms.
I had mistaken Adrian from every other guy in this school. He was standing right behind me now. “Clean, cleaner than most in this school.”
I turned around to face him. “So, what is it that you have been doing to make all this noise?” Adrian smiled, “Well I was just making a song.” He waited for my reaction. I showed none and he continued, “On my guitar” he picked up his guitar and pick, placed the strap over his head, “Do you want to hear it?”
I was surprised.
I was just expecting to be yelled at like he usually did when the conversation got deep and meaningful, he actually reminded me of Julian and Vicky mixed together.
“Sure.”
It was all I could say. I was still shocked that his room was clean. He sat on the wooden stool in the corner and started playing.
It wasn’t the type of music that you would expect Adrian to play. It was not rock or metal, it was… well it was hard to explain. There were no lyrics to the song only the guitar. It was a little awkward with no words, but they formed with the music.
