It was Saturday morning, and just like every other Saturday morning Kurloz was watching cartoons in the living room with his girlfriend Meulin next to him on the couch and his brother Gamzee on the floor in front of him. It was nice, spending time with them. They were all so busy all the time and it seemed like the more they tried to spend time together the busier things got.
Kurloz and Meulin, both being seventeen years old, had to start planning for college. Since they were both musically gifted, the wanted to try to get into the same school. Kurloz played the cello, and every so often if he was bored and everyone else was busy, he'd get all dressed up, paint his face to look like a skull, and take his cello into the busiest part of town. He'd play there for a while, inevitably managing to make a few bucks from the people that would stop and listen. Meulin sang and was constantly in some competition or show or local concert. Sometimes they'd preform together, and when they did they really turned some heads.
There was no real plans for the day, meaning that at some point Meulin was going to make him play for her and Gamzee would go down the street to Karkat's house. He didn't really mind that at all.
It was about six o'clock in the evening that day. Kurloz had been playing for a while, with Meulin listening silently a few feet away. He had just finished another song when he put the bow down and looked up at her.
"Isn't this about the time that I start playing for something for you to sing along to?" He asked, smirking slightly.
She smiled at him and stood up, going to his music stand and searching through the stack of sheet music until she found the one she was looking for, the one they made so that they could preform "I Won't Give Up" by Jason Mraz together, with their own little flare of course. She put it down on top of the sheet of the music he just played, and he looked up at her, a wide grin on his face.
"I should have known." He said, picking the bow back up and beginning to play again.
The harmony they created was one that was near impossible to imitate. The gentle tenor tones of his cello, accompanied my the pleasant soprano pitch of her voice could cause even the most esteemed musicians to stop in their tracks and listen. It was like the soft patter of the rain that joins the quiet thunder that rumbles in the distance. Or the way that a group of strangers can come together and sing the chorus of a song with only that song being the similarity between them. The way they match but contrast so drastically was beautiful, like wind chimes and birds' songs, violins and bass guitars, a choir of small children singing the sweet, slow anthems of precious memories and all that's yet to come.
He peeked up from the sheet to watch his girlfriend, her eyes shut as she sang and swayed from side to side so subtly that it was only noticeable after close observation. The way that she would get wrapped up in the music was nothing short of mesmerizing. She carried her notes beautifully, transitioning flawlessly between them. It was just so natural for her, it's like she had done it every day of her life.
His fingers glided over the strings, the bow sliding with ease. He spent years mastering his instrument. It was practically an extension of his body, and he gets antsy if he doesn't play at least once a day. He's memorized plenty of songs, from Beethoven to modern day pop. He will even write his own if he feels compelled for such variety. He was confident in his skills, there was no reason not to be.
After a while longer, they settle down in the living room and watched a movie. It was about eight at night when Gamzee came back and saw them half asleep on the couch.
"You guys are so motherfucking lovey-dovey together, it's disgusting." He joked as he walked over and sat in his usual spot on the floor.
The pair sat up, yawning and stretching. They got up and Kurloz escorted Meulin to the door. She gave him a quick kiss and promised to come back in the morning.
A/N: ugh, it's off to a really slow start, but i promise it will get better. I had been meaning to write this story for a while and I needed to get a way to start it.
