My Own Purgatory(NatePat)

Chapter 7: Getting Musical

Can we stop and rewind?
Im not so sure.
When did I become my own enemy
I don't understand what you see in me
Cause im just another story
That's not worth the reading

Nate's POV

I was waiting in the hallway when I heard the knock at the door. I make my way to it, and wait about 30 seconds before opening the door. Can't seem to anxious.

"Hey," he says almost sheepishly. He honestly looks small standing there, even though he's got to be slightly taller than me.
"Hi, come on in," I say, opening the door wider to let him by. Tonight is going to be weird. Im not used to people coming over.

"Do you like coffee? Or tea? Or maybe hot chocolate?" I ask. It's polite to offer drinks, right? That's what they do on TV.
"Yeah, actually, any of those would be fine," Matt says distractedly. I wait for a second, watching as he gazes around the living room, before making my way into the kitchen.

After I fixed us both hot chocolates, we went up to my room. He took a long look around. I observed his reaction, curious as to what'd he think. I had a bunch of posters for different video games and bands on the walls, placed at random. My room wasn't exactly clean, either, with clothes laying around and a guitar in the corner. He almost seemed to like it until...

"Oh..." was all he said.

That's when I realized my mistake. There was still a bottle of antidepressants laying on my dresser, only half hidden by a dirty sock. Oh god.

Then, just like that, the moment was over. He sat down on the edge of my bed, and took out a chemistry book. Just like nothing had happened.

"Shall we get started?"

Time Skip

After several hours of homework and studying, we were finally done.

"It's getting late," says Matt.
"Yeah," I say looking at my clock, which read 10:43. "You can take my bed, if you get tired. I wont sleep til late, anyway."
"What?" he asks confused, " shouldn't I take the couch?"
"Nah. I generally prefer the floor, anyways. The carpet is comfortable,"I say, honestly. I'm not planning on sleeping at all. But he doesn't need to know that.

I take out my laptop and sit crisscrossed in the floor in the corner. Opening my music editing software, I put my headphones on, and start to toy around with my most recent project.

It wasn't long before i was fully immersed in my work. I completely forgot where I was and what I was doing. I was simply lost in the sounds I mixed and made.

After a while, I hear Matthew ask "What are you doing?"
I start,"What?"
He points at my laptop, "What are you doing?"
"Oh.. Uhm," Why am i suddenly embarrassed? "Just some music I'm um working on. That's all.."
"Could I hear?"
"Um... well.. i mean.." What do i do? He'll hate it. "sure..."

I hand him the headphones, and after a few seconds, I press play. He's going to hate it. I know he will. After a few moments of him listening intently,

"I love it!" he says enthusiastically, surprising me.

A/N
Sorry updates have been slow, and may continue to be. Ive had a lot of stressful things on my mind lately. With mine and my friends' depression, it can be hard to focus. Ill try to do better, but no promises. Ill also try to do longer chapters, so they may take a while.

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