One day, Trumpet was walking down the street to Flutes house, when a hurricane hit. He ran as fast as he could, hoping to get to her house in time.
"FLUTE!" He called.
"TRUMPET!" She answered.
"Where are you Flute?"
"I'm in the kitchen!"
He raced into the kitchen, and saw Flute sitting in a chair.
"Flute come on!"
"I can't Trumpet! It's to strong!"
"I will help you!"
She looked unsure at first, but reached out to hold his hand.
"I love you Flute."
"I love you to Trumpet."
He leaned in and kissed her soft lips.
She broke the kiss, and ran out the door with him.
"Come on Trumpet! We don't have time to do this we have to go!"
"Ok Flute."
Trumpet grabbed her hand, and pulled her through the storm.
They saw a helicopter, and flagged them down.
"We are the Saxaphones, we are the law."
"We need out of the storm and fast."
"Well, we can only hold one more instrument."
"Trumpet, I know what you're thinking, but I can't leave you! I love you to much!"
"Flute, do you trust me?"
"Yes."
"Then you'll trust me enough to let me do this."
Her eyes widened as he picked her up, and threw her onto the helicopter.
"Trumpet NO!"
The last words he said to her before he disappeared into the storm were,
"I love you flute..."
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I actually almost made myself cry writing this. I did this for my friend, kacieiscool. Me and her are in the band, I play flute, she plays trumpet. I decided to do it. Here it is. Should I do more? Let me know in the comments.
-cassiebug13
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