Stand Partners (Three Days Grace/MattXDani/bxb)

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So this is my new account. I had to terminate the other and all works associated with it for personal reasons. I'm back though, bitches. Tell your friends Buggy's back. And I'm gayer than ever. Also I write smut now. :^)) I'm moving up in the world. Here's To Being Human will also be posted in this account.

I huffed a bit, pulling on the hood of my oversized gray hoodie, my violin case on my shoulder and my boots in mud as I walked across the courtyard. The rain pelted down on me with every move I made, of course I was worried that the little tears from the sky would sink into the cheap fabric of my case and destroy my instrument. My glasses were a hazy mess, droplets of rain and pieces of my soaking wet black hair blinded me.

Thunder sounded overhead, being caught in a rainstorm sucks, but it sucks even more when you're late to a rehearsal. Finally, my boots hit the cement sidewalk that led to my school. I caught glimpses of the rain falling in the lights that lined the sidewalk. My pace quickened as I neared the door into the building, I threw the heavy barf green door open and flung myself into the building.

The elderly woman at the front desk gave me a strange look as I ran past her and through the commons, all the lunch tables had been folded up and were pushed against the walls. My muddy boots left tracks on the white tiled floor that always seemed to be perfectly shined. I cringed a little with each step, feeling like an asshole to whoever had to clean the floor. My high school was a pretty nice place, if the students here were more respectful this school would be perfect.

My eyes shifted to the sign in the shape of a sword that pointed to the fine arts hall. This school's theme was knights, dumb? Yes. Not nearly as dumb as the school mascot being an oversized chicken or something. I sprinted down the Fine Arts Hall, past the water fountain that doesn't work, the creepy paintings on the wall and the overly prideful posters of the band kids before reaching those double doors that lead to impending doom.

I flung the doors open to see the whole orchestra in front of me, everyone working away on a the piece we were assigned to play for assessments. The room was huge, but with everyone in it, the size seemed to shrink. A couple basses were pushed to the back of the room, right under the mirrors that lined the back wall. My conductor says he keeps them there to monitor students and himself. He's a brilliant man, I'll admit.

"Matt, nice of you to join us." Mr Jacobs said, giving the orchestra a sign to stop and pulling his famed sarcastic smile, "I was actually thinking my first chair, the most important part of this ensemble wasn't coming."

"Yeah, well, I'm here." I responded, grabbing a chair and taking my seat in the back.

I might be his principal player and the best at every instrument in this damn room, but he still makes me sit in the back with these rejects who can't tell a sharp from a natural. I huffed a bit as I put my case down next to my chair, the rest of the orchestra started playing again, leaving me to grab a stand and try my best to get ready.

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"Matt, I need you in my office when you finish packing up." Jacobs said, giving me a stern look then leaving me to put my violin away.

I sighed as I loosened my bow, he'll probably give me detention for being late. Again. I slid my bow into the cheap loops in my case before closing it and zipping it up. It took me a few seconds to get to my feet, but I forced myself to and slung my case over my arm. Jacobs looked up from his desk as I approached his room. For some reason he always had the lights out in his office and was always on his laptop. I feel like he has a Tumblr and just stress blogs about me, honestly.

"Close the door." He stated.

Ew, more effort. I slowly shut the door, careful not to let it slam. That was his biggest pet peeve next to us not playing in tune. Jacobs stood up from his desk, I'll admit he's a pretty good looking guy. His hair was pushed back and neatly styled, he made it a point to wear flannel shirts and sometimes vests. He looked like a nerd, because well, he was. He was insanely passionate about music and I have to give him credit for that.

I nervously adjusted my baby blue thick-rimmed glasses and looked up at him. He knew I admired him, he knew he was my favorite teacher and man did he milk it. He would always wave the teacher privilege thing around whenever I screwed up.

"I want a favor." Jacobs began, sitting on the edge of his desk.

"A favor?" I echoed, "what kind of favor?"

"We're getting a new student soon. He transferred from Russia, he's a very talented kid. I think you two would get along. Maybe you could show him around, make him feel welcome. teach him some things."

"What? No. I don't like people especially freshmen-"

"He's a junior. Same grade as you. Matt, don't be an asshole. From what his previous conductor said this boy's skill level is on par to yours. Which means you'd finally have competition. Who knows maybe you'd finally even have a friend."

"The only friends I need are my instruments!"

"All I'm asking is that you give it a try. If you don't, I will be forced to terminate your position in this class..."

"NO! No, no, no. I'll do it."

Stupid fucking asshole. He knows how to make me do what he wants. See what I mean, he's a great teacher, but man is he ruthless. I can't believe he just threatened me with that, he knows how much this position means to me.

"Good. His name's Dani, he starts tomorrow." Jacobs said as he stood up and walked back to his computer, "this may even boost your gpa, if you're lucky. I might pull a few strings...buuuut I don't know yet."

I frowned a bit, scanning the trinkets and little toys on his desk then looking back up at him. What else could I do but nod and walk out? So that's what I did. I walked further down the Fine Arts Hall until I reached another set of double doors that led to my favorite room. I slipped into the huge room and flicked the light on, supplies and lost art projects were thrown everywhere. Bad spray paint drawings lined the walls and decorated the floors.

I made my way to the ugly green couch that was under the poorly painted palm trees. I sat my violin case down and laid down on the couch. I was allowed in this room because of certain "special privileges" I'd earned. I shut my eyes, yes, I sleep here sometimes. It means I don't have to worry about catching a bus or driving in the morning.

Fuck, tomorrow's gonna be a blast.

***NeW StoRy fuCK YeSS

Back to shipping mani mi loves its been awhile. buuuuuuuuut im bored of every other 3dg ship at the moment so this is gonna be a fun little thing i do. im also doing some experimenting with my writing so thats fun. chapters will probably be decently long 1000-2500 words? ye