Tomorrow was shopping day. I had a general list typed up on my phone, but the problem was getting some sleep. Sure, the couch was fine the first few days, but now it's been getting more difficult trying to get comfortable. I've also been waking up feeling so sore I can barely move. Who the hell should I talk to about this? Tossing, turning, laying in weird positions... God I miss my bed back home.

"Can't sleep either, huh?" A voice questioned from the darkness. I yelped and just about pissed myself. I gotta start paying attention to my surroundings more... I sat up, seeing 2D leaning on the kitchen counter, chin resting on an upright arm.

"Nah, can't get comfy." I admitted, pulling my knees up. "What about you?"

"Head's bothering me... An' I took a nap earlier today too. Don't fink it helps, yeah?" He murmured. I swore I saw a faint smile on that adorable dorky face of his.

"I know some remedies that might help." I offered. 2D shook his head.

"Tried a few before. I don't fink it'll work Bell." He replied. I felt my blood rush to my face. Bell? He just called me Bell, right? No, no, I better not over think this.

"Well... Okay." I sighed. A silence hung in the air. It felt awkward to me; Like, I should say something else to end the conversation, right? What else is there to say though? I reached for my phone, in hopes to distract my racing mind. Maybe some music will help...
I searched for my music app that was pre-installed to my phone and searched around for some calming music. Before I could hit play, I turned my attention to 2D.
"Hey, you don't mind if I play some music, do you?" I asked. He shook his head. Hopefully, he wouldn't mind some Classical music. Soon, the silence was filled with the beautiful piano that is Liebestraum N3 in A flat. My mind drifted as the music went on. A beautiful clear lake surrounded by nature and bright wild flowers. I can imagine a couple dancing, surrounded by all of nature's beauty. Happiness and peaceful times. A place so perfect, it had to be a dream... I was so lost in my head, I didn't even notice 2D had moved from the kitchen to the couch beside me. I leaned back on the arm of the couch and smiled.

"I wish I could play like this... Hell, I wish I was musically talented." I muttered softly. "I want to inspire people like this... No words, just music that tells a pretty story..."

"You write, yeah? Why not write a symphony then?" He asked. Only now did I notice his new location. I was surprisingly calm. Must be the music.

"Wish I could, but I only follow really basic notes and rests and all that jazz, no pun intended." I replied. He smiled.

"No, no, I mean... Write the story from the symphony. Don't a lot of people do that?"
Huh, he might have a point there. The music looped back to the beginning. I guess I could do something like that. A little creative work on the side from my cleaning work... Sounds good. I don't think I remember the last time I actually wrote a story.

"You know... That's a good idea. I'll get right on it tomorrow." I said. 2D curtly nodded. You know, this time I felt the conversation ended pretty well this time. With the gentle music playing, I guess there was no silence to feel awkward about (if that made sense). Before I knew it, I drifted so far in my thoughts I must have fallen asleep and continued my thoughts through dream.

I woke up in the morning to a loud, screaming guitar. I jolted up, accidentally kicking 2D in the process. I apologized to him quickly, but I guess it wasn't much to hurt him nor wake him up. I searched for the source of the sound, but I needn't look too far. Just a few feet away, Murdoc held my phone and appeared to be looking through my playlist. The sound of the screaming guitar? One of Baby Metal's songs. He switched the song to Only Happy When it Rains by Garbage. Then to Paradise City by Guns N' Roses. Then-

"What are you doing?" I questioned, words rough from my dry throat. Murdoc shrugged.

"Just wonderin' what kind of crap you got here besides our songs." He muttered. Head Like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails. Tool by Schism. Sound of Silence-

"Okay, okay. That's enough now." I said standing up and reaching for what was rightfully mine. Murdoc stepped back and skipped to another song.

"You know, it's not bad crap, but it could be better." I finally snatched my phone from his hands and turned off the music. He stared me down, but I held my place. Who do you think you are just looking through a person's music like that?! His expression relaxed.
"Well, not a bad collection I say... Got a few classics in there." He admitted. Damn right I do. I'd be walking around like a music fool if I didn't know a single classic.

"So, when are heading out to do some shopping? I'd like to get this out of the way so I can finish cleaning up the place." I asked.

"We leave when face-ache wakes up."

. . .

Turns out the only one who actually wanted to go shopping was Russ. Noodle remained in a different part of the store, Murdoc was rummaging through the alcohol selection, 2D went missing and Russ was the only one who actively helped during the entire shopping trip. Needless to say, it was tiring. Even after we were done getting the food, we had to find the scattered band members. It was like a terrible nightmare of "Where's Waldo?" in real life. I know it sounds like I'm complaining a lot, but it was actually really fun in a weird way.
When we returned home and the food was put away, everyone retired to their rooms. Well, everyone but 2D. He had planted himself on the couch upon entering the house and fell asleep in a matter of minutes. I didn't want to wake him up, so I just stuck with sweeping the floors and cleaning the counters. I have no idea what to do now... I guess I can start working on my symphony story now. Yeah, seems like a good time to start.