The Sound Of Silent Birds

Twelve

We entered the gymnasium and were greeted with the cold air of the under used room. In the middle of the floor however there were a set of instruments, placed beautifully in a semi circle, and beside them stood a man. He looked tired, ginger hair spiked and eyes dark rimmed while heavily set above rosy cheeks, but presentable nonetheless. 
I could not help but slightly hide behind the tall males infront of me. I was shy so this not quite my thing. Andy pulled to my side and slung an arm over my shoulder making me relax and slump slightly into his embrace.
"Hey John!" One by one the guys all man - hugged,  slapping backs and smirks and grins, they looked like boys at Christmas. John, who now had a name, turned to me and raised his eyebrows.

"You know if you want to catch us rehearsing you could pop by after school, so why now?"

"Hey, you were the one who never had anyone to hang out with at your old place," John shrugged, "I thought I'd give you something to do."

I almost choked on my own breath, Andy- the Andy- not having anyone to gang out with? What... Fortunately, I was not the only one who noticed, as CC clapped Andy on the shoulder flashing me a smile.

"Nah, John here the guys worshipped!" Andy blushed and shoved his laughing friends. John just laughed.

"Who's this?" John gestured my way as I settled on a  make shift speaker. And, who found his way to a mic stand that was ten times shorter than him, finally caught the catch, raising it to his chin. Jeez, he's tall!

"Oh this is Juliet, a friend," he smiled at me, catching my gaze and holding it for a minute. The boys all grinned,  I looked away- the feeling.  Ashley sighed and gave me a knowing look, which I returned with a confused one causing him to roll his eyes.

Loud, the guitars slammed into action, the beats from the drums so loud I could feel them in my chest. Hair flew, noise rose and the speaker beneath me vibrated till I felt numb. Andy walked around a little, completely relaxed and at home, hair falling loosely over his right shoulder, eyes bright, striking blue, framed by dark liner. I froze, his mouth parted letting through a long, perfect scream. The feeling. This bloody feeling. WHAT am I feeling?!

Perfect Weapon, I have seen Andy write it, gosh does that sound stalker like? I mean, how couldn't I watch him, he is my best friend, he is so different and funny and genuine and... OH... MY... GOD...