🖤⚡️They Met In A Record Shop⚡️🖤

Chapter 4: In which they exchange phone numbers <3

(Marigold's Perspective)

When I awoke to the sound of my alarm the next morning, I got out of bed and picked out some clothes.
Once those were on I had some breakfast; pancakes I made myself.
After that I brushed my teeth and put on jewelry and makeup.
By then it was pretty much time to leave, anyway, so I got my shoes on, grabbed my jacket, made sure I had everything I needed in my backpack, and left to wait for the bus.
Once it arrived I got on and went to sit next to Allison, to see that she was there waiting for me.
She smiled.
"I watched The Breakfast Club." she told me.
I smiled back as I sat down.
"Nice! I watched The Phantom of the Opera." I replied.
She smiled brighter.
"How'd you like it?" she asked.
"I loved it." I replied.
"I feel like we should recommend music to each other, too." she said.
"Yeah, I agree." I replied.
I took out my phone and showed her my YouTube playlist of the songs I listen to, which, of course, was mostly Pixies, but other artists and bands as well.
"Oh, cool!" she exclaimed with a smile.
She then showed me her playlist.
It was the same for her; with mostly the Pixies.
Most of it was 80s and 90s music as well.
And even some musical soundtracks.
"I'll send it to you." she told me, pressing the share button and pressing messages.
My heart skipped a beat as I realized this is the moment we exchange phone numbers.
I typed mine into her phone and she sent the link, which I received a moment later.
I sent her the link to my playlist after saving hers to my library, and she saved my playlist to hers.
We added each other to our contacts.
I watched her put my contact as;
🌹🎭Marigold🎭🌹
and so I put her into my phone as;
🌹🎭Allison🎭🌹
We then exchanged glances and smiled brightly.
Her smile was so beautiful, and same for the way her eyes sparkled as she stared into mine.
Then we continued reading through each other's playlists and talking about them.
A lot of the songs on her playlist I had never heard before, and that was a good thing, because it meant she could help me find new music.
We chatted the rest of the way until we had to get off the bus, and reluctantly went our separate ways.
I made my way to Math Class and sat down.
The teacher was chatting with another teacher in the hallway, and I took the opportunity to quickly sit down in my seat and put my earbuds into my ears.
I shuffled Allison's playlist, and listened to the first song that came on.
Creep by Radiohead was the one that played, and I smiled as I listened, beginning to tap my foot silently to the beat.
I added the song to my playlist so I could keep it and listen to it more often.
I zoned out as I listened, and jumped a little in my seat when I was surprised by the sound of my phone dinging in my ear.
It was a text from Allison, which I quickly opened.

I've seen Bride Of Chucky before

Was what it said.
I began to type my response.

Oh, cool. Did you like it?

Then I sent it.

Yeah. I was Tiffany for Halloween

She soon replied.
I smiled.

Nice!

I typed and sent it.
The bell then rang, and we both heard it. We said goodbye.
I turned off my phone and dropped it into my surprisingly neat backpack along with my earbuds, and took out my Math supplies.
Binder full of homework and exit tickets, pencil case, a notebook, and a calculator.
I paid attention in class because I wanted to maintain my good grades and do well in life.
I was getting okay grades for Math...
Well, I wasn't failing, so at least there's that, alright?
We got our homework and were given free time at the end of class to complete it.
So I put my earbuds back on and did my homework as I listened to more of Allison's playlist.
I listened to maybe four or five songs, all of which I ended up absolutely loving, and added them to my playlist.
Math soon ended, though, and I was excited to get to Social Studies and sit next to Allison.
I speed-walked to my class with energy and a smile on my face, and made it to class before the bell rang.
Allison entered the room only a moment later than I had, and she sat next to me without hesitation.
We said hi to each other, and she told me she did a drawing while in French class just now, and was really proud of it.
I asked to see it, and she nodded before taking it out of the pocket of her black dress.
She unfolded it and showed me, and it was a drawing of a scene from The Phantom of the Opera.
It was the iconic scene where the Phantom and Christine were in the boat singing together.
The drawing was detailed and colorful and amazing!
"Wow... How the hell did you manage to do this in 45 minutes?" I asked, astonished.
She shrugged.
"It wasn't my first time drawing that scene, so I have the way it all looks memorized." she replied.
I nodded in response as I stared at the drawing.
"I have a million of this same exact drawing; I just drew it because I was bored. We're watching a movie in class, I didn't need to be paying attention." Allison told me.
"Oh, okay." I said with a nod.
"So... you can keep it if you want." she then said.
I looked up into her eyes and saw that she was smiling at me.
I couldn't help but smile back.
"Wow, okay..." I replied, surprised.
I folded it up carefully and gently set it in my backpack.
"Thanks!" I said.
"You're welcome." she replied kindly.
The bell then rang and the teacher entered the room.
She began the lesson, and it was about the American Revolution.
Allison and I both listened, and every once and a while we'd say something to each other quietly without getting caught.
It took about five minutes to have smalltalk when trying to hide it from your teacher.
Every time you mutter something to the person who you're talking to, even if they're right next to you, the teacher will turn around, cross their arms sarcastically and wait for the room to go silent again as they look around to try and find out who was talking.
And if you're not stealthy, you'll get seated away from the person you were speaking to.
Then how are you supposed to talk to them during class???
Don't trust note passing; that usually results in someone in the class not minding their own business and reading the note, and you can't do anything about it without the teacher finding out, which would really be bad because then the teacher would read the note out loud to the class to humiliate you.
You could also try Morse Code with blinking of the eyes, but then you have to turn to your friend every time you need to say something and hope they'll just know when they're supposed to look at you, which hardly ever works.
It's the same issue with sign language.
Can you think of any other logical way?
Well, I can't, I don't know if you can.
Well, five-minute-smalltalk it is then.
Allison and I asked each other random questions.
She recalled telling me she was Tiffany for Halloween and asked me what I was.
I told her I was a Victorian vampire.
Not even a specific one, just my own.
She told me that was really cool.
I told her I'd send a picture of me in the costume and makeup to her later.
This small conversation?
This took maybe...
I'd estimate about eight minutes to complete, and now we all know why, because of the American Revolution, that's why.
But we managed to make it through the conversation without getting caught for anything we had said to each other.
Soon; too soon, Period 2 ended, and it was time to get to Period 3.
And for me, that meant the dreaded P.E. class.
We were in our volleyball unit.
No thanks.
I had a better idea.
Once we had chosen our teams and started playing the game, I waited for some asshole to hit me with the ball and act like it was an accident, which I knew was going to happen.
And when it did, I let my knees give in.
I fell to the floor.
I pretended to be hurt, and my teacher rushed over.
She asked if I was okay, checked for bruises, etc, then let me go to the nurse's office.
And I gladly sat in there, a smile on my face that I replaced with a frown whenever someone looked over at me.
I put in my earbuds and hid the cord under my jacket.
I listened to even more of Allison's playlist, looking down at the drawing she had given me once I had taken it out of my pocket.
And I stayed, just sitting there, just listening to that music and looking down at that drawing.
I smiled brightly.
I then took out her list of movies and shows recommendations out of my pocket and stared at her beautiful handwriting.
I imagined what the words I love you, Marigold would look like in that font.
Was it crazy that I was already falling in love with her?
Probably.
But only if I told her.
Which, I wouldn't be doing anytime soon.
Not until I know she feels the same way.
Which she might not, and in that case she'll never find out.
I don't plan on telling anyone other than her, and maybe not even her.
But, we'll see.