One Night || Bxb 6| Somebody else

“Okay how about this?” I took my laptop from my lap and put Eliot’s lap instead. I had just finished the last details in the instrumental part which means that I was almost done with my part of the work which also means I can just lay down and relax.

Working with Eliot wasn’t as horrible as it might have appeared to be. It mostly consisted of silence as he worked on lyrics and I worked on the beat. The silence wasn’t an awkward one to be fair. It was a nice one to work in.

There was of course the exception, being the few times we had to run our ideas over with each other.

Considering the few things I know about Eliot, I was assuming that the lyrics would be some type of really corny, cliche love song.

I was quickly proven wrong.

His lyrics were seemingly about growing up and the struggles of being different. A lot of the lines were about meeting people who make you who you are.

Still a bit corny but all considered, it amazes me how skilled Eliot actually is…

With every part I read, the more I got into it. His lyrics felt like reading a well written short story.

Eliot put my headphones on and hit the play button. I’m usually not nervous showing other people my tracks since I know I’m pretty good but with Eliot I was a bit skeptical, also since I have no clue about this guy’s skill level or if he even knows anything about digital music.

I found out that Eliot transferred from band to electronic music. I didn’t ask him why, thinking that’s not my business. He might just have felt the need to try something else.

I remember when I tried band. I made the dumb decision of wanting to try drums out… to say the least, I tried. I don’t think I’ve ever been more embarrassed. My dad made fun of me for years after the incident.

Eliot took the headphones back off, making me nervous because I couldn’t see his expression. “It’s so good, rogers!” His face lit up, sending waves of relief throughout my whole body.

Every time he calls my Rogers, it’s like I feel this insane pinch in my heart. It’s painful in the most satisfying way.

I couldn’t help but smile, but it was definitely a hasitent one. “Thanks…” I almost whispered. I couldn’t get my voice to be any louder.

Even though most of today has been silent, it’s been really nice. Being with Eliot without having to worry about what move he is gonna pull next feels far more comfortable.

I can’t help but feel a little disappointed at his lack of flattering comments. It could all just be because I had worked so hard on preparing myself for Eliot and his odd ways of persuading me.

On the other hand I’m also slightly relieved that I get to finish this project without having him distract me from it.

Suddenly Eliot nudged me, pulling me out of my thoughts. “I’ll record some vocals and then it should be good.” Eliot pulled out a microphone and some extra gear from a backpack he had brought with him.

It was a pretty small back, which makes me wonder how he even fitted all of his stuff in there.

I didn’t really know what I would be able to add to the vocal part since my voice sounds horrible. I know it sounds weird to say but I don’t get the cliche phrase, “everyone can sing.” Cause I simple cant, even if my life depended on it.

That’s why I stick to the instrumental parts. I prefer it that way though.

I look over at Eliot getting everything plugged in. His hands were shaking slightly and he almost seemed worried, judging by his expression turning almost sad looking. It’s the first time I’ve seen his confidence falter this much.

He was about to click record when he spoke up. “Maybe you should just send me the track,” he laughed awkwardly. “Then I’ll record the vocals from home.” He finished talking, as his laughter continued.

He is making me worried.

“Sure, I don’t see why not.” I said giving Eliot a chance to not overwhelm himself, especially considering how nervous he seemed. It must have been because I’m here. I get that type of fright of singing in front of people as well.

Eliot was packing down his stuff seemingly in a rush, when he got a notification on his phone.

I couldn’t help but peek over at his screen. I’m not a creep, I swear, but I saw Eliot licking his lips in a way that maybe isn’t supposed to be sexual but to me it seemed to be.

All I saw was him texting someone by the name Marco. In his text Eliot wrote ‘I’ll see you soon’ with a heart attached to it.

Eliot stood up quickly. “I gotta go finish the track at home.” Is all he said as he hurried his way out the door of my apartment.

When the door slammed shut, I just sat there in silence for at least 5 minutes, trying to wrap my head around why Samuel would be in such a rush. Also…

Who the fuck is Marco.

I swear I know almost everyone in town but the name marco wasn’t ringing a bell to me at all. But then again, I also didn’t know Eliot even existed before around a week ago and he has literally been at the same school as me all year.

I texted Matthew asking if I could call him as soon as possible since if I don’t know anyone named Marco then the only other person that could know who that could be, would be Mat.

I was trying to figure out what to do, to make time pass before Mat would call, but luckily for me It didn’t take long before I got a call from Matthew.

“WHAT HAPPENED.” Matthew scared the literal shit out of me, making me almost drop my phone to the floor, the second I picked up.

“Don’t scare my like that man!” I yelled straight into the phones speakers, struggling to breathe after Mat practically broke my eardrums.

“Sorry.” Matthew laugh could resemble a witch. You would never catch him laughing like that in public though.

“So what’s up? Why did I have to call?”

I took a deep breath. “Do you by any chance know someone named Marco?” I finally got to ask Mat.

“Hmm,” It sounded like his brain was melting trying to think. I could basically hear it through the phone. “Well yeah I know one but it’s not someone I’m fond of, to say the least.”

“What do you mean?” I asked him and sat myself down to be prepared for whatever crazy shit Mat has to say.

He sighed. “You’re trying to tell me you don’t remember Marco?” At this point I actually thought I was going crazy.

I took a few minutes to think. “Am I supposed to know?” I laughed awkwardly.

“Oh my fucking god, Samuel you’re truly the master of forgetting.” Matthew said, making me more worried then I probably should be.

Matthew chuckle through the phone. “About a year ago, we went to a party.” He took a break before continuing. “You ended up with this one girl.”

Suddenly a bell rang for me. “Angie!” I said feeling slightly closer to accomplishment.

Suddenly most things about that party came flying back to me. I just don’t remember all since I’ve never been as drunk as I was that night. The name Marco was starting to sound familiar though but I can’t quite place it.

“Exactly! But you didn’t know she had a boyfriend so you and Angies boyfriend got into a nasty fight.” Matthew informs me. 

“Oh please- don’t remind me.” I was surely embarrassed by the events that took place back then. “But what does that have to with anything?” I continued.

“Well the boyfriends name is Marco.”