Me And Y8

17 - My Love

"If we do it, we do it together. You and me against the world, princess." - Book

"It's not hate. It's corrupted love, twisted love." - Quote

"If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you" - Song

"I'll do the first solo." Mia chirps.

We're doing a whole year group performance in music, alongside our personal improvements (a.k.a my band) but the solos were allocated per class.

"Anyone else?" He asks. I had already taken the ending solo, and Leah was absent.

"I don't know how it goes." I say.

He questions. "Mia can show you how to sing it, then maybe?"

"Yep, fine." I reply.

We finish with our class performance, making him give us time to work on our band. We do multiple run-through and we perfected it.

Yet, I still don't have a fucking microphone. What the fuck, bitch?

Glaring at him, I sign to lower the volume of the drums as he smirks, shrugging while slightly lowering the volume.

I sing. "Can you fe-ee-eee-eeel my love?" It ends with that as Pedro breaks the silence.

"Can Siyana and Malik go together?" He asks.

"Because they both are the ones who have to be in sync. The drums sets the beat and the singing is going to be heard over everything." Asher finishes.

I give them a questioning look as I retort, "Doesn't the piano do that?"

"Just go together!" Jennie exclaims, dang even her?

"Fine by me."

"I guess it's fine too." He mutters, making me chuckle.

We go on and as the chorus starts making me yell in order to compensate for Leah's absence, Tyke walks in.

"Say Geronimo! Say Geronimo! Say Geronimo!" I shout, Malik's drums absolutely stealing the show as we didn't break eye contact.

Not for even a second.

He signs for me to stop singing as he ends it, standing up with immaculate precision as he fucking hits the drums with ultimate force and power.

Tyke started clapping as he motioned for us to go out as Leah barges in? Okay, what in the fucking soap opera is this?

"Hey, guys! I had my dentists' appointment as we're gonna stay here until the end of lunch so actually, Tyke, you can leave."

"No!" Malik groans as Pedro hurls his ukulele. A defeated sigh escapes Asher's lips.

"Reference from Milky, let. Her. Cook!" I leap into her as she bursts out laughing but we're interrupted by Mia's complaining.

"The piano is way too hard!" She groans making Pedro giggle.

That comment triggers 3 people, me, Pedro and Malik as we walk over there and I demonstrate it with ease. Followed by Malik.

Did I forget to mention that he's a Grade 7-level pianist?

Piano, drums, electric guitar, tennis, football, basketball, swimming, running, cycling. That was all? Or was that all?

"Oh my fucking days, Mia! Even Tyke can do that?" I yell.

"What do you mean?" Leah asks.

"I mean that Tyke can do that and Tyke is fucking stupid!"

Tyke whips his head backwards so fast, I bet he got whiplash.

"Fucking stupid?" He gives me a smug look which I return making him shut up.

"Bye, bye let's get started." Leah interrupts, thank god.

"Let's eat first? For around fifteen minutes?" Mia questions.

"Sure." Asher says, running out.

"Guys! I brought my phone here today!" I exclaim.

"Nice." Jennie dryly replies.

I tap on my booktube account and open an edit.

Of a 5'9, blonde-haired, green-eyed, Chief Commander and Regent Of Sector 45 and Son Of The Supreme Commander Of The ReEstablishment, Aaron Warner Anderson.

I vibe along to the edit. "His eyes are like angels but his heart is cold! No need to ask he's a smooth operator! Smooth operator."

"Aaron Warner? You can't stop stop yapping about him. Like, 'lift your hips for me, love', what the hell?" Leah utters. Mia agrees by sending a disapproved nod my way.

"He be smooth in bed!" Pedro exclaims, laughing as Malik shoves a lopsided-grin my way.

It's Malik's turn now. "He be P-Diddy's best friend. Oil up!"

"At least he's hotter than you." I retaliate.

"He's fictional." Asher murmurs.

Malik retorts. "I heard you yapping about him in Math, and I searched him up."

"Malik, she sits around a mile away from you?" Leah smirks, anticipating his answer.

"I hear her everywhere." He nonchalantly mutters.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach as a small smile creeped its way onto my tan skin.

"Asher, come here!" I call out.

"Oh, he will." Pedro mumbles, earning a slap from Mia.

"But isn't it Malik?" Jennie shyly whispers.

"Yes, Malik always feels her love."

"My love?"

"Yeah." Pedro says, ruffling up Mia's hair before leaving.

This is so wholesome, we interact like- I don't know how to explain it but I wish I stayed here forever.

In Leah's supportive presence. Pedro's ridiculous perspective. Asher's defeated nature. Mia's fake threats. Jennie's quiet snickers. And Malik's intoxicating personality.

I could bask in that smirk like how the sun gleams against the water. His smile shines like the full moon, in a place with no stars or source of light. Is it only me, or does that grin glisten like a flashlight in the dark?

I showed Asher a few edits of Aaron Warner and then FE!N came up. Holy fuck yes!

"Leah, you know that one TikTok dance, right?"

"Yeah, do it. I dare you." She dares.

I do the dance, yelling, "FE!N! FE!N! FE!N!"

Mia walks in, and contemplates before yelling. "More power!"

"Okay, fine. Challenge accepted. Remember what me and Ava always do? Mhm, yes!" I continue with more power as Pedro 'ooh's.

That 'ooh', makes Asher sing on beat. "Wait a minute, get it how you love it. Ten toes in, when we're standing on business-"

I interrupt him. "When we're standing on business. I'ma big stepper, underground method. Top notch hoes, get the most not the lesser. Straight terror, the product of your errors, pushing culture baby got that product you can't measure! Trend setter, the one who gets her wetter-"

"Bro, she's so good!" Ashe exclaims, to Malik, who just came in while drinking his strawberry milk.

"Continue."

"Yeah, uhh, yeah uhh. Wait a minute, get it how you live it. Ten toes in, when we're standing on business. I'ma big stepper, underground method. Top notch hoes, get the most not the lesser. Straight terror, the product of your errors, pushing culture baby got that product you can't measure! Trend setter, the one who gets her wetter!" I sing, getting the fake Indian-American accent on fucking point.

"It's not bad, it's all in the accent which we can't do because she's a butter chicken girl." He laughs, half-sized indent appearing on one cheek or am I dreaming?

"Okay, we actually have to start!" Leah chokes, laughing her ass off.

And we start.