☀The Song☀

Chapter 1

As the bell rang I sat down in my usual seat in the back of the room and got my notes out from the previous day. Just one more day until the weekend, I thought to myself as the usual people arrived to class.
The teacher started the lecture and I started to doodle in my notebook. Chemistry was a breeze for me, so I barely had to listen to understand the homework.

I was practically done with my childish sun when a neatly folded paper with my name on it hit my desk. I didn't think anyone paid much attention to me in the class enough to know me, let alone that I draw music notes on everything. I glanced up from my sun to find Gilbert staring at me.

Gilbert is the only straight guy in the music department. Not only does he participate in every band and choir program at our school. He has it all- dreamy brown eyes, dark chestnut hair that is long enough to run his fingers through, but not so long as to cover much of his forehead, he is the tallest guy in the band, and has arguably the best body in the school (that is, not including any of the actual athletes). And the best part about him was that he was single.

I have had the biggest crush on him since we started high school, and he knew it. I tried not to smile, but I couldn't help blushing a bit when he winked at me. I finally decided that I should probably read the note, so I opened it up and saw a formally written letter inside.

Dearest Anne,
I was passing the art room the other day after school and I heard someone singing. I looked in the window and I saw you painting
the prettiest picture of a mountain I have ever laid my eyes on. You and Diana were singing and dancing while you were painting.
I apologize if you think I was invading your privacy or some other unspoken code of courtesy, but it was the first time in three years that I have seen you smile.
The point of this letter is to ask you a question, one that I hope you will say yes to. I am trying to start a garage band with some friends and we are missing something. I want, well I hope anyway, that you will come to a rehearsal this week and sing with us? I really think that you have a talent that you haven't shown the world, and I want to help with that.
If you agree, go back to drawing your cute little suns and smiley faces, but if you would rather keep your amazing voice to yourself, just shake your head no and we can forget this ever happened.

Yours Truly,
Gilbert Blythe

P.S. you look especially pretty today.

I looked up at him to try to see if this was some sort of joke, but the bell interrupted my train if thought.

"Think about it, I don't need an answer right away," he said with his grin that makes my insides melt. He laughed when he saw my reaction and started walking to the door. I had until lunch before I would see him again.