My Time Playing with You

Chapter One. The boy who plays the piano.

The black haired teen boy sighed, sitting at the piano chair, staring at the beautiful black piano infront of him. His bright silver eyes trailed across the paper of notes that sat on the black surface. He blew away the piece of hair that covered his right eye, only to grunt in annoyance when it covered his eyes once more. He huffed slightly, running his finger through his hair. He was in the music room of his High school. He started to press some notes on the keys, the random notes soon turning into a song, he stopped mid way, shaking his head, before moving onto another song, doing the same thing.

"Having troubles?" he heard a voice from behind. The teenage boy jumped slightly, turning around, staring right into the blue eyes of a raven black haired teen female who looked around his age. He didn't realize the teen had walked into the room. The boy shook his head.

"No," he lied. The girl chuckled with a smile.

"Are you good at the piano?" she asked. The boy smiled quite produly.

"I play it a lot," he responded.

"Then can you play a song?!" The girl squeaked hypergenicaly. The boy blinked in surprise. She then looked down at the tiled floor in embarrassment. "Sorry, I just... really like music..." she chuckled quietly. She turned around, her body language showed she was about to leave the room. "Sorry to bother you, I'll be on my way now," she said. The teen boy only chuckled.

"Alright, I'll play something," he said. The teen girl turned around, her blue eyes were round and bright.

"Really?!?!" She squealed. The boy laughed with a nodded.

"Sure," he said, "why not?"

"Then I demand you play this!" The girl said, shoving a music book to him. The boy flinched in surprise, blinking a couple of times.

"Alright," he said, as he took the music book. He flipped through it. "Which song?"

"That one!" She said, stopping at a page. The boy nodded.

"Ok," he said, as he put down the book. His eyes trailed across the title.

Fur Elise.

His eyes quickly scanned the notes, as he placed his hands on the black and white piano keys, he closed his eyes for a moment, before opening them, as his finger swiftly moved across the keys, the piano making the beautiful music at the end of his fingertips, pressing down on the keys. The music he played from the piano filled the room, as he played with much passion, not missing a single note, a single beat. He perfectly played the music from beginning to end. He pressed the last note, lifting his fingers into the air as he finished. He let out a happy sigh, happy that he had successfully played the music though, he let his hands relax at his side.

"Whoa! That was amazing!" He soon heard the girl squeal. "How did you learn to play like that! That was beautiful!"

"I've been practicing..." The boy chuckled, a little embarrassed.

"You're so good!" The girl squealed once more.

"Thanks," the boy smiled. The girl looked at her piano book.

"The name is Larka, by the way..." she said, "what's yours?"

"Toby."

Toby sat at the cafeteria, eating away at the taco he had bought.

"Hey, Piano boy!"

"Mrph?" Toby said, his mouth full of the taco meat, as he looked up. He saw the same girl from the music room from the other day, Larka, was her name, he remembered

"Mind if I sit with you, Piano boy?" She asked. Toby blinked. He pointed at the seat infront of his with a questioning glance. Larka's eyes twitched. She nodded. Toby blinked once more. He shrugged. Toby swallowed his mouthful.

"Your name's Larka, correct?" Toby asked.

"What else do you think it was?" Larka frowned.

"Dunno. You kind of look like an Emma," he joked.

"Well, it's Larka. Get it right, Piano boy." Larka snapped.

"Name's not Piano boy." Toby huffed.

"Too bad! It's Piano boy now!" She grinned. Toby rolled his eyes at her.

"Whatever you say."

"So you like tacos?" Larka asked, opening her backpack to take out her lunch kit.

"Love them!" He nodded, lifting up the taco he held in this hand to take a mouthful. Larka gave a chuckled.

"You got some sauce going down your chin."

Embarrassed, Toby let down the Taco, grabbing the neat stack of tissue beside him, as he ran it over the end of his chin. He frowned as he put down the now greasy tissue.

"Gross." Toby frowned. Larka giggled, taking out her sandwich. "PB and J?" Toby questioned. Larka gave a brief nod.

"Aye," she said. "So, are you planning to sign up for the music competitions this year?"

"I don't know..." he trailed off, looking down at his taco.

"You should! You're playing is fantastic!" Larka said, giving Toby a slight nudge in the side.

"Maybe..." Toby muttered. Larka pouted.

"Well, Piano, I say that you must." She growled, crossing her arms. Toby sighed.

"Don't feel like it," he shrugged.

"What do you mean you don't feel like it?!" She gasped, her eyes widening. Toby shrugged lazily.

"Eh, my playing is not good enough I guess," he explained. Larka glared.

"Well, I'm going to enter! I want to have a good competition, and I want to compete against you!" She snapped. Toby shot her a questioning look.

"You play?" he asked. Larka smiled, her blue eyes glowing.

"Yea! I play both violin and piano! Violin in my favorite though." She said.

"Oh, I see," Toby huffed. Larka nodded, she stuck her tongue out at Toby.

"I bet I'm better at piano than you," she said. Toby huffed.

"Whatever you say," he rolled his eyes. Larka pouted and crossed her arms.

"You know! You're no fun!" she said.

"And you're way too loud," he said. "Can you turn it down a notch please?"

"Hmp!" Larka looked away with her eyes closed, she grunted in annoyance. "You know? You're annoying."

"Says you," Toby snorted. Larka huffed as she looked back at Toby. Her angered face soon turned into a bright smile. She started to chuckle.

"... Are you alright?" Toby raised a brow.

"You're funny," Larka chuckled. She passed him a piece of paper. "Anyway... if you ever change you're mind... here's the signup sheet. Have yourself a nice day Piano boy~" She chuckled quietly, standing up as she packed her bags. Toby watched her leave. He looked down on the paper that Larka had passed him. He stared at it silently, before folding the paper up and putting it away in his bag.

'I'm sorry... But I don't know if I can play...'