Chapter 6. I feel so bad Q_Q I have people reading this and I make you wait so long. I am soooo sorry guys

Chapter 6 : why would you care

Stop these feelings, can't I switch them off,

Can't stop them from flowing out

Me, I've never been easy

I've never been,

But since the day I've seen

You and I can be

We could be together,

we could be forever

tell me do you like it

that we could be a fit

We could be together,

we could be forever

you just tell me I love you

then will say it too

There wasn't much more on paper yet. Altaïr knew what he wanted to write about. It just didn't come as easy as he expected. Each time he wrote a piece of lyrics it wouldn't fit in the music he was thinking of and when he tried to bend it so that it would, it didn't sound good to him any more.

He would do a collaboration? with Maria. She would help him with his lyrics, if he would help her with her music.

Doing his part of the song, writing down what he was going to rap and composing the music, was hard. Really hard. Making him very aware and respectful toward his big idols and icons who drove him to study music.

Time was running short. He had only three more weeks to finish his song and at the rate he was going right now, it would not be finished by then.

That, and by then the second trimester would be ending, and that wasn't very promising either. Cause if he had to believe the rumours that we're going around the school, Malik was thinking about studying abroad.

Malik had been playing hard to get, Altaïr knew that, he wasn't stupid. He would see how Malik was actually interested in what he was doing when he sat in the music room, just listening to the piano.
Altaïr rested his head on the piano. Why was his life so complicated? Why couldn't it be easier?

Maybe if he just told Malik about his feeling straight forward, maybe Malik would forget his plans and stay in the States. Stay with him.

Suddenly the door opened, which surprised Altaït. Most of the time no one would come the music rooms after school. It was the best place to be if you wanted to be alone.
Malik came in though the door, also looking a bit surprised. He opened his mouth and then closed it again.

"Are you... Are you using the piano?"

Altaïr looked at the piano, then at Malik and at the piano again.

"Oh, no, I was, actually..." He was still trying to figure out what he was going to say when Malik came to stand behind him. He was looking at the music sheets on the piano.
Altaït reached for the sheets. " That's just something for school, nothing interesting, really."

Malik got the sheets before Altaïr. "I'm still looking." he said, walking away with them.

Altaïr stood and took a step toward Malik, who took a step away.

Altaïr sigh and looked away. " It is nothing, really. Can I have it back now?"

Malik tilted his head. And then turned and walked away still reading the sheets.

" Are you really thas interested in what I do?" Altaïr slowly stalked after Malik.

Malik was at the other side of the piano and turn to face him. "I am, actually. This is a love song?"

"Yeah, so..."

"And you wrote it to?" Malik looked back to the sheets. "Maria?"

Altaïr was speechless. Did Malik think he liked Maria? Was it still not obvious that he like him. Was Malik that dense when it came to love?

Malik felt somewhat, disappointed. Why was Altaïr taking so long to respond? Did he hit a sore spot? Was there something going on between them? Did Altaïr actually like Maria? All those days that Altaïr had come to listen to him playing piano, was it just his imagination?

He was taken by surprise when Altaïr suddenly moved, quickly toward him. Malik took a run for it. Altaïr chased him around the room for a bit, finally catching him.

Malik had to stop when he felt he was going to slip, causing Altaïr to bump into him. His torso against Malik's back. Throwing his arms around Malik, but not to hug him. Altaïr got his papers in hands and was gone as soon as he had come.

Malik felt cold, cold and angry.

"Why don't you just answer my question?"

Altaïr looked up from his sheets. He had walked away for a bit, like he was trying to keep distance.

"Why would you care who I date?"

Malik felt a pang in his chest. "Ah, I see." So that's how it is, Altaïr did like Maria. He wasn't even sad. He was just angry and frustrated. Why was Altaïr giving of such confusing signals? And why did he let himself fall in love with did nincompoop?

Was Malik mad? He did look mad.

Altaïr looked back to his papers. Why did Malik think he liked Maria? Did the song sound like it was sung to girl? Or was it because Maria's name written on the corner of the page...

The door opened. Altaïr looked up again, Malik was about to leave.

"Malik, wait."

"What?!"

So angry, you have to fix this. Say something, anything.

"Is it, true? That your moving to Europe?"

"Why would you care where I live?"

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