Euphonious (BxB)

The night's silence and on its deep darkness. The streets are empty and the houses are dim. You can hear the blazing cold wind outside, the sound of insects, the night frogs and the dogs howling from afar. Everyone are on their bedrooms, sleeping—most of them. Some are still awake. Enjoying the night until sun shows up. It's intentional. Part of the teenage life as what they said. Some are working overtime for school. Some are having their late snacks and some are watching their favorite show, completely ignoring the need to sleep. Well, apparently, their are those who are unfortunate to put themselves to sleep. His name's West. West Grunge. West's staring blankly at the blue ceiling of his bedroom, frustrated and helpless. The dark bags under his eyes are visible. His pale skin that doesn't really appear unhealthy if you won't look thoroughly. His wavy brown hair that's covering his deep blue eyes—he's no doubt a foreigner. Those are

02Peter's currently sitting on his bed while reading a book. He's entertaining himself at the same time thinking if he should follow Rave's opinion."Go try befriending him. He looks like a good guy."Peter sighed at that. He really do but good guys scares me, Peter thought. He's not really into befriending with good guys since he knew that he can't return the treatment. He's not rude and he's not good—he's in the middle, as what he presumed. He's not interested with the rude ones either, in short, he's not befriending with anyone just for the sake of bond or entertainment.Rave's enough for him to count as a friend which he really can trust, who knows him well and who he knows well too. The others are counted as acquaintances, colleagues or something that's not close to being a friend.Peter was disrupted by his analytical thinking when he heard footsteps from the other side of the wall. His ears twitched, alarmed at

04The scene's familiar. A night with deafening silence, cold room and dogs howling from a distance—nothing, different. That includes West, laying on his bed. Tired. Exhausted. Drained.He flinched that cause him to open his eyes when he was about to fell on his deep slumber. He's too tired, it is seen on his face. Pale skin, dark bags under his eyes and his slow movements.West heaved a deep sigh before he sat on his bed, leaning on the headboard. He reached for his phone at the side. His eyes squinted because of the light but then immediately adjusted. He scanned through his contacts and stopped at the specific name.Peter.He got Peter's number few days ago while they're walking their way home. He gathered all his courage to ask for it with the thought that Peter might not give it. But in the end he gave his number without asking as to why.Without much thought, he composed a message. It's past 12 midnight, even if he thought

06Saturday came and just like planned, Peter went to West's room. He wore his usual attire— a sweater paired with his jeans. Even when West's room is literally next door, he still wanted to dress properly. While changing a while ago, all he could think was his appearance.Am I overdress?How do I look like?Why am I being conscious?In the end he chose to wear what he usually wear. It's comfortable and kind of suit him.Back to present, Peter's currently sitting on the floor at the end of the bed waiting for West to return. The latter excused himself a while ago to buy a drink. A milk drink in particular dahil naubusan daw ito.Peter scanned his eyes on the room. The place is neatly organized. You can't see any thing that seems odd or doesn't belong to the place. Everything coordinates to each other which put Peter into thinking.The first time he took a peek on West's room was when he shared his

08After practicing for one week with West, Peter decided to talk to Pepper to inform her his decision. They’re inside the music room preparing for the practice later."Pepper," Peter called the girl. Pepper turns to him and walks toward him."Ano 'yon Pete?" Pepper asked."About the p-performance. I’ll...do the solo." Pepper gasped at Peter's words."Really?! I saved a spot for you, you know! Good thing that you changed your mind!” she exclaimed. “Just practice hard Pete. I can't wait to see you perform!"Peter answered with a nod before he returned to his place where he's preparing his guitar. He’s at the middle of what’s he doing when his friend—Rave went towards him."You're doing it?" asked Rave, talking about the performance.Peter turned to him and nodded. "I guess I can do it," he said in monotone.Rave's aware of Peter's fright. He's not pushing his friend to do it becau