forum The Shy Mystic (O/O)(closed)

Started November 10, 2018 by @Rvan group

tune

Chase slung his backpack over his shoulder, walking down the hall but he hesitated just outside the music department. The piano was playing a beautiful melody, so beautiful that he entered the room out of curiosity.

Tristan was practicing out of his usual, worn and torn piano book that he had since he was four. Mom seriously needs to stop making me do this… I enjoy it, yet I don’t…. He struggled to reach the pedals down low at times, but he learned to adjust the stool before he sat down. …I really just wanna go home….

Chase’s eyes widened when he saw Tristan, letting his backpack slide off his shoulders to rest on the floor as he watched in awe. It’s so pretty… He sat down on the nearest chair so he could listen, if only for a little bit.

He practiced a little more, turning the page when he had a chance. I like music, but only when others do the hard work… Tristan’s fingers flew around the keys like magic, concentrating very hard to get as many right notes as he could the first time around. Maybe Mom should learn the piano to see how hard this actually is…

Chase closed his eyes, letting himself get lost in the music Tristan was making. It was calming, and it was just him, Tristan, and the music. Even if the guy didn’t know Chase was here, the only thing that matter was that Kemp and Jacob and the world were absent.

Tristan began to submerge himself into his own world, moving with every note and phrase. I know I truthfully don’t enjoy this, but I may as well make the most of the time I have away from my parents…
His fingers and feet began to ache, so he stopped at the end of the song to take a break. Good work… I guess Mom will be proud of you… somewhat…

Chase opened his eyes when the music stopped, “That was beautiful…” He trailed off, then turned red because of how creepy it must of looked- Chase sitting in the music and listening to Tristan play the piano.

Tristan flinched at Chase’s voice, swiveling around with his face red as well. “I-I didn’t hear you come in.” Yikes, that almost gave me a heart attack… “I… I’m glad you think it’s beautiful… My mom would beg to differ, though…” His heartbeat began to slow as he calmed down, reaching over to his backpack to grab his waterbottle. Why would anyone bother to listen to me?

“It sounded really nice…” Chase trailed off shyly, biting his lip, “I… Sorry I came in here without your permission, it just sounded so nice and I was curious…” Chase dared looking back up at Tristan nervously.

Tristan smiled awkwardly. "Well, sometimes it's best to spectate unnoticed…" He took a swig of water. "I always do worse when I know someone's watching. So I guess I can say stop by whenever you feel like it."

“Really?” Chase lit up, beaming from ear to ear, “How often do you play?” He asked excitedly, not realizing how stupid he probably looked. (sorry it’s so short)

(Bro chill its fine.)

"Um…" Tristan didn't really see the question coming. "Practically every day after school. My mom makes me do it here only because we can't afford a piano." Which is dumb…

“Can I- Would you mind if I came to watch tomorrow too?” Chase asked nervously, then immediately regretted it. He shouldn’t force Tristan into an uncomfortable situation.

“Only if you want to— I don’t really mind company… Except when it’s Kemp and Jacob…” He trailed off, putting his water back. Tristan got back on the piano stool, crossing his legs as he usually did. “I mean… It’s really your choice. I’m not going to force you.”

“I’d really like to,” Chase smiled shyly, going to pick up his backpack once he saw the time. His father wouldn’t be happy. “I should go, but I’ll see you… tomorrow?”

“Feel free to come tomorrow (assuming it’s not Friday),” Tristan shoved everything into his own backpack, making sure not to mangle his piano book more than it already is. “Although, I’m not sure if I’m feeling piano tomorrow…. Might do something else…” He saddled his backpack on his small shoulders. “But sure— I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Chase was just getting out of the lunch line when he decided he’d try -just a tiny hope- to sit with Tristan today. He nervously made his way across the cafeteria, trying to get a glimpse of the auburn hair.

Tristan was at his usual spot— at a high table, with his legs crossed on the chair. He was still working on his grizzly drawing with thoughts on giving it to Chase possibly after school— that was, if he was going to the practice room like he said he was.

Chase approached shyly, “Uhh… hi, Tristan,” He smiled nervously, holding his lunch tray with white knuckles he was so nervous. Why……?