AUTHOR'S NOTES: NEW FIC Y'ALL! I absolutely adore PBJ, and wanted to add my own cake to the bakery of love ^w^ Any who, on with the story!
The moment he knocked on the door, Tavros was terrified. As he waited for his knock to be noticed, the young man spent the time questioning his actions, as well as his sanity. For the last two days, his neighbours across the hall from him in his apartment had been partying nonstop. There was music blasted to full volume, people continuously poured in and out of the apartment, and the collective buzz of shouted conversations and drunken declarations sounded more like a buzzing hive than actual humans. For the last two nights, Tavros got no sleep whatsoever, as the tune blaring and obnoxious ruckus went on until well past 4 am. It wasn't until the third night that the meek young man finally gathered up the courage to confront his noisy neighbours. At least, the closest thing to confrontation that Tavros was capable of. In hindsight, he would probably applaud himself for going so far out of his comfort zone to actually speak his mind, but at the time he was shaking with dread.
As he waited for some indication his knock had been heard, he wondered what on earth he was there to demand. He knew that he couldn't get them to end the party, and he doubted that telling them to keep their voices down would do any good, and would most likely end up in injury. So he decided to start small: ask them to turn down the music. It would most likely be like fixing a dam with a sticker, but it was something, and anything at this point would be a relief to the young man.
It became clear after five minutes that his knock was not heard over the sound of music and partying. He almost turned around and returned to his apartment in defeat, resigning to another sleepless night. However, in another out-of-character act of bravery, he used his whole fist to pound on the door. Once more he waited, staring at the faded red door as if hell lay just on the other side of it. It appeared this time they heard him, for the door swung open revealing a gentleman sporting a mullet, brandishing both a beer and a sour expression.
"Who's there?" The man swung his head side-to-side to look for the one who knocked.
"U-u-um, down h-here," Tavros said quietly. The man looked down, finally realizing that the young man was out of his line of sight, due to his wheelchair. Tavros felt especially puny as the burly man eyed him.
"What you want, kid?" Tavros heard the irritation in the man's voice and felt both his tongue and his confidence shrivel up. He had no idea what to say, and his wide brown eyes were big as dinner plates and he looked like a gaping fish. The mulleted man began to look annoyed with Tavros' silence, which only made it worse for the handicapped boy who was still trying to remember how to speak.
"W-w-w-well you see it-t-t-t's uh, uh I…"
"Spill it out kid," the man said impatiently. Tavros felt his cheeks grow hot but he tried his best to continue.
"Um well it's ju-just that-"
"What, just what?"
"I-I don't like y-y-your music…"
"The fuck's wrong with my music?!"
"N-nothing! Nothing's wrong w-with it!"
"That's what I thought."
"B-but, I mean if you d-do-don't mind…"
"'Kay later wheels."
"It would be nice if you c-c-c-could-"
Slam!
"…turn it down." Tavros stared at the door with the look of a kicked puppy. Sighing sadly, the handicapped boy turned his wheelchair and rolled back to his apartment. The loud metal music sounding behind him seemed to mock him, taunting him for his failed attempt at a simple human interaction.
Once safely back in his own apartment, Tavros ran his hands through his fluffy brown mohawk, and groaned in embarrassment.
Tavros Nitram, age 23, was a prime example of a person with little skill in basic social interaction. He was quiet, timid, and what little self-confidence he had was terminal. The incident with the mullet man was just the latest in his conversational blunders. He thought about how such a simple action such as asking someone to turn down their music down should not be that hard. In frustration he hit his fists on his legs, but of course since his paralyzed legs could not feel the strike, the gesture was meaningless.
With another sigh at his self-brought disrepute, Tavros wheeled himself into his room and pushed himself onto his bed, flopping down face first. While on the bed he shed himself of his clothes until he was just in his boxers. He didn't wear pyjamas because of the hassle that changing was. He wormed his way under the covers, and then felt around under the blankets until his hand found his tiny stuffed cow. He knew that it was childish that he still slept with the old thing, and usually just kept it in the bed. However, today he felt like he needed the comfort of the beloved creature closer than the other side of the bed. He clutched the white stuffed animal in one hand, and with the other he reached for the other pillow and put it over his head. Even though it would do little to muffle the sound of the blaring music, he felt that he should at least make an effort. So once more, Tavros prepared himself for another night of restless sleep.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: SO ENDS CHAPTER ONE! I know obviously not a lot happened here, but I usually like to dip my toes into the water of a story instead of just diving right in. Sorry also for it being so short. I'm known for really long chapters but I felt like it needed to end there. Don't worry, they won't all be like that :0) Leave me comments and reviews of what you thought of chapter!