The guy didn't arrive that day, and he didn't arrive on the next day, either. The house remained silent and empty, and I mooched about the place, doing nothing and not uttering a word. Time just felt so empty - there was nothing for me to do. I pondered the meaning of my existence, I mean why was I even here? What was the point?
On the third day, there was a jangling of keys, and footsteps downstairs. I ran down the stairs and watched the guy lug a huge case inside. He rammed his keys on the table and went back outside, probably to get more stuff. I noticed that there was a keyring with the name "Matt" on it. So I figured that his name was Matt.
"Matt!" I sang, "His name is Matt!"
He came back inside, with another bag, and plonked it on the floor next to his other one. He then ran upstairs, and went into the bedroom.
"Now how the hell am I gonna get that bed outta here? I can't have a bed in a practice room!" he murmured softly.
Why would he want to change this room into a flippin' practice room?! This room was a perfect place for that bed! Dimwit.
Matt pulled out his phone, and called someone.
"Hey Gareth! Could you come and help me move some stuff about in my new place?" he asked, "Only I can't move the bed. It's in the wrong room! -------- Yeah that's fine! Gemma can come too! ---------- Uh huh. Well see you in a minute, bye!"
Matt sat on the bed and tapped his feet, humming a tune and singing quietly.
I sat on the patch of floor where I'd died, and listened to him sing.
"Just to say we're sorry,
For the black eyes and bleeding lips.
And it's hard to forget
How many lies we've told.
Or how old we'd grow,
Before I said goodbye.
So let's scrape our knees on the playground."
"Wow, what an awesome voice!" I commented, "You're very talented!"
He paused.
"What?" he said.
He shrugged, and looked about the room.
"Can you hear me?!" I said aloud.
"Yeah, I can hear you, Gareth! Stop playing a stupid joke on me and come in!" yelled Matt.
Whoah. Insane. He could hear me?!
Matt glanced nervously about, and bent over, picking up a can of red paint. He set it down again, and noticed a CD player in the corner.
"Great!" he yelled, switching it on.
Fat chance of there being a CD in there. Dean would have surely checked it to see if there was anything in it before he left! But the beginning of "Time To Waste" came on. Hey, that was my Alkaline Trio CD!
"Hah. The last owner had good taste in music!" he grinned.
"Oh yeah, I have good taste!" I nodded, standing up importantly.
"What?! What now?!" asked Matt, "Oh dammit, am I hearing things?!"
I kept silent. I didn't want to spook him out. But then the doorbell rang. Matt ran downstairs.
"Come in!" he yelled, pulling a guy and girl inside. They had to be Gareth and Gemma. "Listen! I can hear voices in here!"
"Dont be stupid!" laughed Gareth, "Aww, are you going insane?"
Matt sighed loudly and rolled his eyes.
"Well I can hear stuff! Seriously! But anyway, can you help me to move my bed?"
I followed the three of them slowly up the stairs. Matt ran up it again, as usual. I then stood in the middle of the hallway and watched them carry the bed through me and into the spare bedroom.
I sat down and sighed loudly. This band had better be good. I didn't want my room to be home to crap music.
"Shall I call the other guys for a practice?" suggested Matt.
Yeah, it was Matt!
I love this pic!
