the songwriter || fowler

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The look on her face was priceless, Andy thought as he rode his bike along the pavement. He had his guitar strapped behind his back, as he pedaled through the almost deserted streets.

He was slightly surprised with the fact that she didn't know who he was. He wasn't technically considered popular, but he was known to be 'the boy who writes about everything'; basically the guy version of Taylor Swift. So most people tend to not speak to him, being afraid they'd be his next 'victim' for a writing session.

Those people who have volunteered themselves as tribute as becoming his friend got to know the real him. Then there are those who just wanted an experiment.

Was this guy the male version of Taylor Swift? At first they thought no, they got tired and dumped him. That only led to him writing, leading to the theory of The Male Taylor Swift.

He was beyond tired of this so he stopped going out. The only place where he'd find to be comfortable was that wee little coffee shop and the comforts of his apartment.

Now, you may wonder how Andy knows Felice. They both grew up together since a very young age. Not entirely, but it's true. They were always in the same classes but neither of them seemed to talk to the other. Plus, there was another reason why he knows her. He knows where she lives.

He isn't some stalker serial killer or anything. It just happens to be that Felice and Andy lived straight across from each other. Ironic isn't it?

As Andy neared his apartment building, he made notice of the empty parking space that belonged to Felice. He shook his head at their first encounter and took his bike up to his apartment.

He placed his bike along the wall next to the door and made his way through the empty space. He placed his guitar next to the sofa and sprawled out into a comfortable position.

Time for a little beauty rest, he thought before shutting his eyes, drifting off to the sound of nothing.

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He was awaken by the sound of loud pounding on his door. He rubbed the sleepiness out of his eyes before stretching. The obnoxious knocking only increased in volume and echoed through the apartment. He groaned before getting up, muttering a string of profanities for whoever woke him up from his rest.

He swung the door open to reveal a flustered Felice standing there with her hand still up in a knocking position.

"Yes?" Andy said, but his raspy voice made him come off annoyed; which he was, but he wasn't.

"Your mail was sent to my door." She shoved the stack of envelops towards him.

He mumbled a thanks before shutting the door, but was stopped by her foot wedged through the crack. He huffed in annoyance before opening the door slightly.

"What?" He was irritated by now. Who wakes someone up in the middle of their god damn nap.

"I never knew you lived here." She said bluntly.

"Well, I do. Bye." He tried once again to close the door but she, once again, stuck her foot in the door.

"What now?"

"Why are you being such a dick? Is it because I didn't know you were my neighbor?" She balled her fist at her sides.

"No. I'm being a dick because this dick was sleeping before you woke me up from your loud banging." He gritted his teeth. "Now will you excuse me, I need to go back to my beauty rest."

And finally, he close the door in her face successfully and tossed the mail onto the coffee table. He made his way towards the bathroom and stripped himself to take a nice shower.

What the hell just happened? He asked himself.

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i don't understand what's going on. wtf.