Purpose Will Surface (Compete)

chapter fourteen

the next morning we ate breakfast with tyler's family before saying our goodbyes and heading home. we decided to go to my apartment and start packing some of my stuff so i could sell the place as soon as possible and finally have some money. i figured i should probably get a job soon to help tyler pay for things, but didn't want to bring that up to him yet. we got to my apartment, the purple walls feeling strange to me after staying with tyler for so long. i grabbed a speaker and decided to play some music, knowing tyler wouldn't mind if i put on some of his. i went through my room, boxing up all of my clothes and some other little items while tyler went through the kitchen. ode to sleep came on and i cranked it up, finally knowing all the words to one of my favorite songs by them. i sang along as i boxed my stuff, feeling proud of myself when i made it through the fast rap in the second verse. tyler came to join me in my room when i was getting close to finishing, grabbing some boxes to bring them out by the door.

"did you really just rap that whole thing?" he asked as i continued mouthing along to the final chorus of the song. i smiled and gave him finger guns, making him laugh his big goofy laugh.

my apartment was really small and i didn't own very much, so we managed to get everything packed in one day. it took us forever, but by around 10 pm we had finally finished everything. we plopped down on my couch, looking around at my now empty apartment.

"well, i guess i better call my landlord," i said, getting out my phone. "he'll be happy not to deal with me paying half my rent at a time anymore."

"you won't have that problem with me," tyler said, still looking around at the place. i gave him a funny look, not sure what he meant.

"well yeah but i still want to help. i can still get a job, i don't want you to have to pay for everything," i said quickly, now earning a funny look back from tyler.

"i make my money, which is a lot, by doing something i couldn't love more. i get to write songs and play them for people, it's literally a dream come true. i don't mind paying for things, seriously. don't put your mental health on the line when it isn't necessary," he said softly, putting an arm around me. normally this would be something to boil my blood, making me feel useless. tyler just had this easy going way about him. good intentions that i would normally take negatively were just easy to accept with him. i guess that's how he got me off the bridge.

i signed, throwing my hands up in defeat. "fine. but i'm still helping when you guys do performances. i have to do something."

"you should start playing the piano more. maybe you could give lessons," tyler shrugged, squeezing my shoulder gently. i shrugged, not hating this idea. definitely not hating the part about playing the piano more. "speaking of which, i've been working on something."

tyler walked over to grab the keyboard that was hanging out of one of the boxes, bringing it over to me on the couch and sitting down with it on his lap. he turned it on and looked at me a bit nervously before smiling and beginning to play some chords.

"i only have a little bit so don't judge me, okay," he chuckled, and i nudged him slightly.

for you i'd go step to a dude much bigger than me

for you i know i would get messed up weigh 153

for you, i would get beat to smithereens

he finished and i clapped gently, my heart melting in my chest.

"is that about me?" i asked surprised, absolutely loving the song. he chuckled and nodded his head.

"who else would i call 'my girl'?" he asked and i laughed.

"you know i did really like that part. you calling me 'your girl', i don't know, something about it. i like it," i giggled. "i love the song in general. i can't believe you wrote a song about me."