Opposites Attract, Apparently. *MAYBE PROBABLY DEAD*

Let The Song Go On.

(Ant's PoV, three weeks later.)

In all honestly, it would be a complete lie to say I hadn't completely fallen in love with a complete nerd, Casanova-wannabe, façade-written, Adonis-looking asshole. Was I going to admit this to anyone but myself? Hell no. Sparklez and I had spent the last few weeks talking to each other and hanging out. We listened to music together, we walked to class together, we had might as well moved in with each other, it was crazy how fast we got used to each other. Like we knew each other our entire lives or something. We got along perfectly, almost... like soulmates.

Soulmates that still had a Redstone project due in two days. 'Create a fully functioning lighting system that included solid, strobe, and patterned lights' Seth said, 'it'll be easy,' he said.

"Ant, if you really love me, you'll kill me right now so I don't have to kill myself." Sparklez said, brushing Redstone particles off his hands and placing wires.

"First, I don't love you, idiot. Second, you're not dying on my watch, there's no way in hell I'm finishing this project alone." I groaned, not exactly sure as to how I'd make the inside parts fit inside the small case for the lights.

"Why you gotta be so harsh? First you make me listen to your music, next you won't even end my suffering? Some friend you are-" Sparklez rambled, not really being of any help to the project, before being cut off by some very familiar violin music. It didn't take Sparklez long to recognize his own song Fallen Kingdom, but it didn't diminish the snarky praise he felt as he grinned at me with a 'you-like-Krabby-Patties-don't-you-Squidward'-esque smile.

"Don't. Not a word, Jordan." I painfully sighed, looking back up at Sparklez with an exasperated glance, opposed to the smug grin Sparklez had on his face.

"You said you liked my music, but I didn't expect you to actually, y'know, like-it." Sparklez smiled with bright eyes behind his shades. Who the fuck wears shades indoors anyway? Assholes like Jordan. I mean, by extension that means Sky too but, whatthefuckever. Making fun of me is one thing, barely helping with the project is another, and then this asshole starts singing.

"One minute we had it all, next our world began to fall- away from it all had once become, they all cried for help, but I stood there numb." Sparklez, surprisingly well, had sang softly. Now as everyone knows, Sparklez composes, not sings. His voice was good enough to not be considered amateur as he always claims in interviews- not that I'd watched countless hours of interviews with Sparklez.

"I gaze off into the boundless skyline, noteblock choirs playing in the sunshine. Turn around, pick up my sword and wield the blade that once forced evil mobs to yield," Sparklez's somber voice carried through the whole room, gentle fingers moving in rhythm with the song. Almost in a trance, his cold blue eyes looked down with a nostalgic look. "I hope one day that this chaos and destruction turns for the best, never a bow in hand, that was when I ruled the land..."

I continued my work in silence, listening to the oddly calming voice of Sparklez humming. The comfortable silence sat around us, with only gentle music playing in the background. The desk we worked on was slowly getting more crowded as the lights came together, both aesthetically pleasing and showing off personal touches, such as colors and LED. Every so often, our hands would brush together, causing jolts to go up my spine. Sparklez suddenly let out a small laugh under his breath, and as I looked up, he scooted closer to me and our knees would touch.

"G-Geez dude, you act like you're so touch starved. You never get hugs and shit by your adoring fans?" I gently push him with my shoulder.

"Very funny, I'm just a very physical person." Sparklez laughed. "You're the only thing I ever see, anyway," Sparklez mumbled under his breath. I blushed, seeing Sparklez look away quickly, avoiding my eyes.