The Guys on my Flat

Chapter Seven

The race of the elevator finally stopped. It won once again.

I couldn't help but flush when Andy wiped the chocolate from my face. I couldn't help it, and I hated the feeling that followed as well. It was something that followed me from when I was younger.

I stared at my final bag. I was standing outside Isaac's apartment.

I didn't really know if my presence would be accepted or not. I gulped as I placed the bag on the floor and knocked on the door. I slid over to my own and opened the door and was quick to close it. I faintly heard his door open and close.

I simply apologised on his tag.

I started doing the dishes, cleaning out the bowls. The day was beginning to thin out again. I looked at the wall clock; it was around lunch time now. I walked over to my bed and pulled out a large case, within it was my violin.

I pulled it out and stood up. I rested the violin on my neck and started playing some notes. The notes were a bit out of tune. I grunted as I continued to play, fixing up the strings every now and then until I got them right.

I smiled as I played a song for a long while. It's notes echoed in the room and went out to the balcony.

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Isaac POV:

I was staring at the bag, she made me brownies?

They were tasty.

The terrible screeches of a violin were muffled from walls.

I looked to the wall and went wide eyed, she couldn't play. If those notes were good enough for her, then she must've been tone deaf. She really is stupid.

She has no right to judge me because I'm a famous musician. Saying that I have endless supply of money...

I growled to myself as my hands crunched down on the brownies in my hands. I was use to this, but that kid Alex was getting on my nerves too. But when that girl said that she didn't know much about me, I was honestly shocked. She was the first girl I've ever met who hasn't made a big deal.

But because of my job, she thinks she can judge me based on that? I know she was criticising me because I couldn't find my way home. I can just imagine her bragging to her office friends or to others that I'm her neighbour.

The brownies in my hands were nothing more then smashed up chocolate chunks.

That stupid screeching still filled the air, and I was tempted to walk into her apartment and smash it.

But the notes were... changing.

The violin was out of tune, but she was fixing it.

Soon, the violin was playing properly. I stared at the wall between us, she could actually play?

I tilted my head, she was actually really good. She didn't mess up every second note and they seemed like elegant, strong chords. I leaned against the wall and was seduced by the sound. I eventually slid down the wall so I was sitting on the ground. I stared at my guitar next to me and quickly scooped it up.

I had been planning to play it before.

Every insult I was thinking seemed to cease while I listened.

After a long moment, she stopped.

Whatever spell had been casted broke and I started playing myself. Something I've been working actually, I was still getting the music down. I was really beginning to get annoyed, I had the beat, but I kept changing it.