I lift up a picture of him when he was sixteen from my bed and tilt my head in deep thought. He was a very beautiful child no doubt his mother's influence so why wasn't he nearly as cute now. He's still handsome now but it's more in a 'I'm always mad and depressed and want nothing to do with you' way. Although I do have to admit that he was being rather kind last night with the way he attentively tried to help me and apologized for lying to me. Yesterday it suddenly felt strange. Almost as if he needed something from me. 

I yelp in surprise as a hand grabs onto my balcony from outside. 

"Calm down." A familar voice says pulling himself up. "It's just me."

Canan heaves himself up to the railing then climbs over the metal railing, dusting off his jeans and his graphic t-shirt. I hold my breath tensing up at the sudden surprise of not just his immediate entry but as well as his attire. He's never worn something so casual that I can remember. He looks far better than I antticipated. I glance over to the picture of him on my bed and quickly cover it as swiftly as possible. 

He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose then gives a weak grin. "Hi," He gestures to the balcony. "Yeah sorry about all..." He gestures to the floor. "That."

I take a step toward him confused. "Canan, you're acting out of character. Also how did you know this was my room?"

He gestures to the street past the houses walls. "I saw you from the street. Also I climbed the balcony because I know your family wouldn't like me here, especially your mom."

I cut him off. "So then why are you here? You have a phone, you could've called we could have met somewhere."

"I could have." He agrees softly. "But I climbed the wall. As for the acting strange you can blame my mother." He starts to take his shoes off before strolling onto my white carpet floor.

With one hand up I step in front of him. "What do you think you're doing."

He grabs my hand with his own shocking me then looks me dead in the eye. "I figured out a song." He grins excited then looks away. "Also I'm hiding from my mother and we both know she won't come to another persons home."

I scoff. "I think she would."

"If she knew you were all here, yes, but I don't think she'd risk teleporting here just to lecture me about..."

He trails off as he notices my bed. "What were you doing."

I pull my hand from his my own feeling empty from his warmth. "I was researching to see what inspires you but it seems it was useless considering you've found inspiration."

He points at me. "Speaking of which why can't you just inspire?" I stare at him confused. "Similar to how my mother just forces people to fall in love." 

I cross my arms. "Even she has to work for that.

"What do you mean?"

I turn to the bed and gather the papers into a neat pile. "There's forms of attraction such as physical or emotional. With true love you get both your mother tends to guide people to people that find each other physically attractive. It gives the fastest results." I walk to place my papers at my white desk. "Humans are really shallow creatures." I sigh. "Well not all of them." I turn around and lean against my desk. "Now Canan, what are you doing?"

"What do you mean."

I gesture to the window. "I've known you for almost a week and I know that you, an almost thirty year old man, wouldn't typically climb through a woman's window."

He points a finger. "You know for the Muse of Love Poetry you're quiet pessimistic." He squints his eyes. "Shouldn't you be a helpless romantic."

I glare. "You're avoiding the topic."

He sighs his shoulders slouching. "I am."

I furrow my brows and speak softer. "So what is it?"

His eyes look up to me bright, captivating, stunning, even with the glasses. "Well, I'm hiding." He admits walking toward my bed. "I was having a good moment of composing but then my mother came and now..." He takes his glasses off and sits on my bed. "I feel frustrated but also empty." He gestures to my window. "Climbing up to your room was just a thought I acted on."

"Hmmm," I stroll to sit beside him on my bed. "Well then." I fold my hands in my lap. "I'll consider you excused this time." I roll my eyes and sigh. "And any other time something like this happens."

He smiles wide then put's his glasses back on. "This was just on impulse, I don't know how much I actually would like to risk my memories being erased."

"Yeah," I nod. "As much as I need you to keep me alive, I need you to remember me as well."

He chuckles and bumps his shoulder into mine. "Don't think I can forget the Goddess who was on the verge of death in my guest room."

"Don't think I can forget the professor who was doing nefarious things with a student in his office."

He cringes. "I never did." 

I smirk then fiddle with my fingers. "Yeah, okay whatever."

"I didn't." He sounds annoyed so I change the subject. 

"So you have a song."

He shrugs a shoulder. "An idea with only five measures which is like what?"

"Twenty seconds." I mumble.

He sighs almost defeated. "More of fifteen with some of my half-notes."

I reassure him to the best that my pessimestic personality can. "That's plenty that we can make a song from." He responds with a stare so I continue. "We can head to the music room if you want to continue."

He raises a brow. "The music room?"

"Yeah, your in the house of nine muses."

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah, of course you guys have a music room."

I smile then extend my hand in a slow welcoming gesture. Before I even tell him what I'm going to do I can see something click in his head as he leaps up and grasps my hand. His mother must have done this with him before which may be why he holds my hand so tightly. 

I close my eyes as I breathe a deep breath in then exhale. Teleporting is no easy feat it takes extreme focus as well as controlled power, which I was struggling to do these past few days but with my new contract it will be easier then ever. I exhale feeling as we drop through time and space into a new setting. I open my eyes happy to see we made it to the basement of the house. 

"Wow." Canan says releasing my hand. "It's better than I thought."

I glance around the sound proofed room where the walls are gray and the floor is a cheap dark carpet.

"Really?" I smirk.

He nods his head. "It's a bit small compared to the whole house though."

I shrug my shoulders. "That's because there's four rooms down here."

"Four?!"

I nod my head and point to the wooden door. "Yeah this is the last room in the basement. I choose it because I guessed there would be no one in here."

He nods his head in approval as he looks around noticing the piano in the corner. 

He ignores me as I walk away to the closet on the opposite side of the wall and start to open it. 

Inside is a set of shelves with a multitude of papers as well as cases with instruments in them. From a piccalo to a clairnet you name the instrument and we probably had it. 

I reach in and grab a few pieces of blank music sheets then just as I find a pencil I hear the sound of the piano play. 

To my surprise I already start to catch a glimpse of an inspiration. Long golden hair and rosy lips that smile an oh so familar smile. Slowly I come to the realization of who it is as the laugh floats in the air. 

I clench the papers in my hands and frown as I realize that Canan may have made a deal with the wrong Muse and if this was a love song then I had a whole set of new problems with this Demi-god. 

Just when I thought we were getting along the final verdict is that I hate him.