Since her first day of school in California, Luke Jacobson had always been by Cassie's side.
Until she wasn't by his.
*not fanfiction; extended description in first chapter*
❝ I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now I just wanna know you better, know you better, know you better now ❞
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"Quiet! Settle down, children!" Yelled Mrs. Onetto, but it was no used.
Various fourth, fifth, and sixth graders were in the band room, noisily playing their instruments, screaming, and running around the room. Mrs. Onetto was trying to get everyone in order, but nothing was working.
It was like a zoo with all the animals having escaped. Crazy, insane, hectic.
A boy with blond hair and blue eyes was using his recorder like a sword, fighting another little boy like they were dueling.
A little girl with dark hair and tanned skin was carelessly struck the wind chime, so it sounded less like a pleasant tinkling and more like someone was breaking glass.
A little boy with hair so blond it was nearly white struck some of the drums as hard as he possibly could, and I was surprised they hadn't broken.
However, Luke and I were far away from all of this, sitting on the other side of the classroom. We sat facing each other, me staring at Luke while he looked down at the small guitar in his lap.
I looked over at Mrs. Onetto, who was clutching her head in frustration, before looking back at Luke. He strummed a few chords before looking up at me and nodding his head.
I began to sing. "Look at the stars, look how they shine for you," Luke smiled at me. "And everything you do. Yeah, they were all yellow."
At that, Luke began singing to me, and I smiled at the sound of his voice.
"I came along, I wrote a song for you," he sang, "and all the things you do, and it was called 'Yellow'."
I giggled as we kept singing and Luke kept strumming, all the way through the song. There was still chaos in the background of the classroom, but it seemed to fade away as we sat there singing.
When the song was over, we sat there for a minute just smiling at each other.
Finally, I began to giggle and we both fell into a fit of laughter. Once we had calmed down a little, Luke nudged my side.
"Look at Mrs. Onetto, she's completely lost it," he whispered, and I followed his gaze before laughing again.
Mrs. Onetto's face had gone completely red as she yelled at the little blond boy with the recorder–I think his name was John or Jake of something–who was laughing and running towards the door. A lot of the other kids were watching and laughing along.
I could hear Luke chuckling from beside me, and I tore my eyes away from the scene to look at him.
He brown curls were flopped over his forehead and his green eyes were alight with mischief, and the sight brought a smile to my face.
