Purpose Will Surface (Compete)

chapter eight

"hey ty," i asked as we walked into his house, kicking off our shoes and taking off our coats.

"yes ma'am," tyler said jokingly, making me giggle.

"can i see the basement? i went in earlier while you were showering but didn't want to break anything," i asked pleadingly, to which tyler chuckled and nodded his head in response. he led me down the stairs and once again i looked at the studio in awe.

"i built it pretty recently," tyler said as i stared at his studio. "i thought it might be nice to have something at home. you can go in."

it's as if he read my mind, because that's exactly what i wanted to do. there was already a mic and a piano in the booth as i walked in, shuttling the door behind me. it was so quiet, it was kind of eerie. tyler sat at the producing desk thing and pressed a button so he could talk to me in the studio.

"why don't you play something?" he asked over the speaker, and my cheeks burned. i shook my head no, but he gave me a cute little puppy dog face. how am i supposed to resist that?

i sighed and walked over to the piano, trying to decide which song to play. i decided to go with the classic first movement of beethoven's moonlight sonata, allowing my fingers to glide along the keys. the sound filled my ears, the world escaping me as i played through the movement. i always lose myself playing piano, but with this one especially. classical music may not have words, but you just have to know how to listen. this song spoke words to me, especially after my parents' death. it was so enriched with emotion and pain, sadness screaming out through the notes. in the recent weeks after my parents' deaths, the movement would sometimes just play over and over in my head. playing it now still filled me with emotion, enough for me to feel as though i was coming out of a trance as i finished the song with the final chords.

i took my hands off the keys, feeling as though i had to catch my breath after finishing that song. after a moments of just sitting there breathing, i looked over at tyler to see him just staring at me in awe. i smiled weakly, still feeling emotional over the song. i walked out of the booth and sat down on one of the bean bags. tyler sat down next to me on the other one, taking my hand in his.

"are you okay?" he asked, and i looked at him and smiled despite feeling tears in my eyes.

"that song," i said, my voice a little raw from trying not to cry. "it just reminds me of my parents."

"i understand," tyler said softly, rubbing his thumb along my hand. i sniffled and rubbed tears from my eyes. "you haven't talked about them much."

"yeah," i said quietly, realizing he was right. "well um, my mom's name was rose. we were really close, which i think i told you. she got me into music, and we played together all the time. she was my best friend. my name, melanie, comes from her best friend. she died from breast cancer before i was born, and my mom promised her if she had a girl that she would name melanie. so, well, here i am."

"i didn't know your full name was melanie," tyler said, chuckling softly.

"they never really called me by my full name, i always just preferred mel i guess," i said, chuckling myself. tyler smiled and urged me to go on. "my dad, his name was luke. he was a businessman, but he played a mean blues guitar. he was hilarious too, always making my mom and i crack up. they were just good people, they helped me grow up right. i just, i miss them."

the tears came a little faster despite my efforts to stop, the song and the memories really getting to me. tyler sat next to me and wrapped me into him, using his magical soothing powers on me. i got the crying to stop, enjoying the feeling of his arms around me. i looked up at him and he smiled at me. i pressed my lips to his, taking him by surprise. he laughed a little bit into the kiss, putting his hand on the back of my neck. i pulled away, kissing his nose quickly before jumping up and running upstairs.

"where are you going?" he called out as he trailed behind me, laughing.

"big comfy bed!" i yelled, running up the the second floor and into tyler's room. i jumped on to his giant bed, landing with an "oof" making ty laugh hysterically. he crawled up on top of me, making all the air leave my lungs. "excuse me, sir."

"hmmmm?" tyler said into my neck as he gave me kisses, which i was enjoying, but i really wasn't enjoying the suffocating.

"you're - crushing - me," i choked out, making him roll off of me.

i gasped dramatically, turning to face tyler. he booped my nose before getting off the bed, pulling off his shirt with no warning. i really love how he does that. before i know it he's pulling off his jeans, and i feel like i need to cover my eyes.

"relax, i'm wearing boxers," he laughs, pulling out some pajama pants. my cheeks are still burning as there is a boy in his boxers in front of me. he throws me some comfy clothes on the bed, and i decide to follow his lead.

i pull off my own shirt, earning a surprised look from him. i'm extremely grateful i wore a black bra today instead of a weird one. i got up off the bed and pulled off my jeans, standing there in just my underwear. i felt self conscious, yet somehow comfortable at the same time in front of him. he walked over towards me and i pretended not to notice as i unfolded his clothes, despite my cheeks growing hot. he stood behind me, putting his hands on my bare waist. something shooting through me as he does this, and even more comes as he presses his lips to my bare neck and shoulders.

"you're so beautiful," he mumbles into my neck, sending goosebumps down my entire body. my heart jumps and my face completely flushes, but i wasn't about to give him the satisfaction.

"i don't think so, joseph," i say, squirming out of his grasp and slipping on the t-shirt he gave me. it was way too long, reaching all the way down to my mid thighs. i went to grab the pants he gave me but he grabbed my hand, stopping me and forcing me to look at him.

"just the shirt," he mumbled, smirking at me. i nodded my head yes, which was all i could manage to do with the look he was giving me. for a soft boy, he really knew how to take control when he wanted to. he reached behind me, grabbing the pants and walking away to put them back in his drawer. i let out a breath i didn't realize i was holding, watching him as he walked away. behind him i saw a speaker, and my eyes lit up as i had an idea.

i walked over to him and grabbed his speaker, turning it on and grabbing my phone. he looked at me with confusion written on his face, but i ignored him. i connected the bluetooth to my phone and went onto spotify, searching up twenty one pilots and playing stressed out. yes, i had learned it's a "basic bitch song" but hey, i was in my basic bitch new fan stage. i cranked it up and set the speaker back on the dresser, grabbing tyler's wrists as he looked at me like i was an alien. i started dancing around and singing along to the song, finally managing to get tyler to move with me. he started singing along and it was so weird hearing him sing over his own voice, but i just kept singing all the words (that i knew) as loudly as i could. i felt so free, dancing and singing with a beautiful boy in his room with his t-shirt on.

after a few more tunes, we plopped down on his bed completely out of breath. i turned off his speaker and the overhead light, and we both climbed into his big bed. we stared at each other for a minute before he reached over and brushed some hair behind my ear.

"you really are so beautiful, mel," he said softly, earning a massive blush from me. i smiled at him, not wanting to object despite not believing him.

"so are you, ty," i whispered back, and he chuckled but i meant it. he pulled me into him and kissed me quickly, leaving me wanting more. he smirked at this, booping my nose again.

"i don't think so, brookes," ty whispered, making me giggle. he kissed me forehead softly before we both closed our eyes, drifting off to sleep.