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chapter 3

(Y/N POV)
I was about to die of embarrassment.

Tyler Joseph had heard me call him cute.

I hurried off to my science class, shaking from sadness and humiliation. I sat down in class, barely able to pay attention to anything that the teacher was saying. Liza and Rosa, having become best friends from their assigned seating, always sat together, leaving me behind.

"Uh, Miss (Y/L/N)? Mr. Floyd needs you," announced a student as they poked their head in the classroom. I shot a glance at my science teacher, waited until she nodded, and left in a hurry.

"Ah, (Y/N), you're here," said Mr. Floyd. Tyler waved at me as I walked over to them. "So. How much of the song have you written?"

Tyler picked up the ukulele that was resting in the corner and began to play the introduction. He sang his part, and I sang mine.

"I like it," Mr. Floyd said. "But, the principal has just contacted me. If you don't have at least half of the song done by Monday, you could lose your spot in the show and have to resort to that other duet."

My stomach dropped. Half of the song done in two days? I looked at Tyler and he quickly squeezed my hand to comfort me.

"We can do that, Mr. Floyd," Tyler answered. I nodded.

"Great. You both have study hall next, right?" We both nodded in unison. "Okay. Stay for the next two periods and work on your song. Then you can present what you have for the music class."

"Okay, Mr. Floyd," I answered as Tyler and I went to the back of the room with a ukulele, a notebook, and a pencil. Together, we spent the next hour and a half writing, and had a few more verses done. "This is great, Tyler!"

"I know. Now we just have to perform it in front of the entire class," Tyler mumbled as the bell rang and everyone entered the room.

"Class," Mr. Floyd announced. "Tyler and (Y/N) are performing part of their duet for you. This duet will be in the annual school show." Everyone looked around, nodding, as Tyler and I walked to the front of the room.

As the class quieted down, Tyler began to strum his ukulele. "Sometimes you gotta bleed to know," he sang softly, "that you're alive and have a soul. But it takes someone to come around to show you how she's the tear in my heart."

Instantly I chimed in with my part, adding extra passion to the "I think I'm in love with you." Tyler continued with his few verses, then mine. Then together, we sang the new line that we had both just written.

"Oh I hope to see you when I'm feeling blue. My urge to end it all is gone when I'm with you." Tyler and I were gazing into each other's eyes when we sang this part in perfect harmony.

"Cause I think I'm in love with you," Tyler sang. So far, that was all we had written on the song. I was satisfied with what we had done, and amazed with how great we sounded. The class was silent, stunned, until they erupted into loud cheers.

"That was amazing!" someone shouted as Tyler and I grinned. Slowly, we returned to our seats as people were still clapping.

"You wrote that?!" Liza screeched. "Wow."

"Good job," Tyler said. "By the way, I have something to tell you--"

"Alright, class, I hope you enjoyed that performance," Mr. Floyd interrupted. Tyler, dismayed, scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to me. Not wanting to disturb the class, I opened it silently.

Sometimes I feel suicidal, then I think of you. Honestly I'm really, really, in love with you. These words were written in Tyler's handwriting. I nearly freaked out. He was in love with me?

I'm really really in love with you too, I wrote, until realization struck me. I drew a line through it to where it was still legible but it was obvious I hadn't meant it to be there. Good lyrics. I put that instead and handed it back to Tyler.

God. I sure was stupid.

(TYLER POV)
Lyrics?! Those weren't lyrics. I was about to correct her when I saw what she had crossed out. I'm really really in love with you too. She meant it. I could tell she was embarrassed by her mistake by taking a look at her face, which was a cute bright red. But she meant it.

I folded up the note and put it in my pocket. I was keeping this for as long as someone could treasure a small piece of ripped up notebook paper.

(Y/N POV)
As the bell rang, Tyler and I waved to Mr. Floyd and walked out the door. Almost instantly, a kid from music class came and accidentally slammed me into the lockers. I slumped to the ground. I was barely conscious as I heard him apologize over and over.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N), are you okay?" whispered Tyler as he picked me up, carrying me bridal style.

"What happened?" I asked, dazed.

"He accidentally pushed you," Tyler answered, still carrying me. He gently set me down and I slowly regained my balance.

"Thanks for helping me," I said softly as I ran over to him, hugging him. I nuzzled my head in his chest and he gently kissed the top of my head. I didn't want to leave his arms, even though school was already over.

(TYLER POV)
We were hugging.

It was more than a "best friends" hug. It was an "I love you" hug. I couldn't resist kissing the top of her head, to let her know that I was there. Her short figure gripped me tightly with her little arms and I felt warmth from her.

"We should probably go," I interrupted. She looked up, looking embarrassed.

"Oh, oh, right! Sorry!" she said quickly. She was turning her cute shade of red again.

"Don't be, I liked it," I said, putting my arm around her. She blushed, but leaned into me as we walked to my house.