All I Want Is You Baby (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 23 I Wanna Learn

Guys, I wrote some shitty song about my shitty life.
"It's shit," Malcolm said as he looked at the song I wrote. We both sat beside each other on the stairs.
"But why?" It looked looked good to me! It even had such an awesome rhyming scheme!

"What are you, a fifth grader? This sounds so childish,"
"Well, I could add some swear words in there,"
"That's not what I meant," Malcolm picked up his bag and began leaving.

"Wait,"
"What?" He looked at me. Seriously, what the hell do I want? Just leave him alone!
"Actually, I want to...join the music club," Yes people, this is how you fuck yourself.

He looked into my eyes, "What can you play?"
"Yeah that... A bit of violin and keyboard," You guys know how good I am. My neighbours at victims.
"Come with me," He walked and I followed him.

"Hey Malcolm," We met some jocks in the way. I hid behind Malcolm.
"Who is that?"
"He wants to join the club," Malcolm said and they laughed.
"Good luck, buddy,"

Well, they were friendly. Maybe not all seniors are bad. Or maybe just because Malcolm was there, they were nice to me. Nevertheless, I followed him. There was a separate music room in the fourth years building. Malcolm had the keys to the door.

We walked in and I looked at the walls covered with graffiti. The floor was carpeted and there were instruments, wires, amplifiers everywhere.

He walked towards the keyboard, "Well, play me something," I walked towards the keyboard and looks the keys. He switched it on and stood beside me. The keys seemed to come towards me and hit me on my face.

I don't know anything.

I looked at him and he looked back at me with his arms crossed. I looked back at the keyboard. Anna knows how to play it. After she was fairly good at it, she just kept it in my room. I just played around with it sometimes. I can't play any song on it.

I'm useless.

"Did you lie when you said you could play it?" Malcolm asked.
No, I never lie.
"I said I know a bit of it,"
"Then, play me a bit of it."

So, I played some very random keys and made a tune out of that. I thought I was doing great until he stopped me.
"What are you doing?"
"Erm...Playing?"
"Playing what? There's no tempo, no scales, I don't even know the chords that you're playing."

...I don't know so much about music. He took a deep breath, "Do you know how many keyboardists are there in the school? About fifteen. And all of them have been playing for years."
I looked at the keyboard.

He picked up his bag, "Go home, kid. This ain't your cup of tea."
"Well, then teach me how to play the keyboard!"
"Dude, I'm a bassist,"
"Then, teach me how to play the bass!"

"And why should I?"
"Why shouldn't you? You're my senior!"
He looked at me, "You can't learn an instrument in a year and that's the maximum time I can give you."

He went away. Well, that happened. And today, it's 21st October. Ten days to halloween. It's a Wednesday morning. Everything is as peaceful as it could be.

I was sleeping soundly into my warm and cozy bed with bread crumbs lying around my pillow and a few packets of chips lying on the floor. A baseball bat lay near my bed. The clock was ticking and I was asleep.

As soon as it began ringing, I picked up the baseball bat and smashed the table clock. Now the room was quiet. Until mom came in.

"KATE! WAKE UP!"
"Just five more minutes," I mumbled as I snuggled into my bed. Mom looked around, "WHY IS YOUR ROOM SO DIRTY?!"