That Boy

Making all my nowhere plans for nobody

Today is the first day of school after the Christmas break, (My mom bought me some cool band shirts, my brother gave me a pair of orange and red striped knee socks, and Kyle got me a real sized cardboard of Paul McCartney in 1961... I love him so much sometimes), and I was expecting the same for the rest of the school year, nothing at all.

I got early to the classroom and sat in the front as always, with my earplugs on and the perfect playlist, "What's the story, Morning Glory?", made by me. Full of songs with a good vibe to keep me happy all day long.

I have a playlist for everything. When I am sad, happy, in love, angry, eating, dancing, reading, going to sleep, or writing (sometimes I write poetry, even though it sucks most of the time), I have a playlist for the moment, like if it was the soundtrack of my life. 

The teacher walked into the classroom and told me to take my earplugs off, so I did. Now I am sitting there, hearing all those voices of friends that didn't get to see each other during the holidays. 

Then Jade walks to me.

-Hey Anna Vagina, how are you doing?

-Jade, don't call me like that, please...- I say taking out my notebook from my school bag.

 -Pft, you are such a pussy...- she answers, rolling her eyes.

One of the things I hate about Jade is that. She is just way too vulgar! She uses the word "fuck" as a comma...

-Well, I just wanted to give you this...- she says hanging me something wrapped in newspaper -Merry Christmas- she said with an authentic smile. 

-T...Thanks, Jade- I say feeling terrible because I bought her nothing at all, (I was busy dancing with my real size cardboard of Paul McCartney).

-No problem, Banana.

-CLASS!- a voice interrupted us. It was the teacher again, now looking serious and intimidating. 

-Soon we will have a new classmate from WoodenValley joining us for the rest of the year, so I want you to behave...- blah, blah, blah... suddenly words turned into noise and I was Dancing with Iggy Pop, wearing black leather pants and big black high heel boots.

Then Iggy disappeared, and so did the color of my face. I turned pale as I saw the new kid entering the room.

I thought I was still daydreaming, but there he was. It was Paul McCartney.

-Say hello to Miles Tyner. 

Well, Hello Miles Tyner...

I stayed still.

He wasn't Paul, but he looked just like him... dark brown hair, long eyelashes, a tiny (still, kissable) mouth and long legs, he even had THE haircut!

Then I vaguely heard Jane's voice, but I kept my eyes on Miles. As she saw I didn't react, she pushed me softly to my right, but I was stone cold and fell to the floor.

Miles laughed, just like the rest of the class, (including Jade).

-Ms. Jacks, get back to your seat, please- the teacher said and the class laughed, but I didn't care about them, or the fact that Jade didn't help at all, all I could think about was that boy's laughter. It was so soft and perfect, it sounded like a melody and it stood out from any other laugh in the room. 

Suddenly I could picture the rest of my life with him, and I started to freak out, because I am fangirling about a mortal... a stupid dude that is my age, and goes to my school and is "real" (is he even real? If my mom wakes me up soon and tells me to go to school I would totally believe this was a dream... it probably was...), so this is more dangerous because I can blow everything up... but exciting at the same time because I can actually talk to him... kind of.

I sat as I blushed, making an uncomfortable eye contact with Miles who smiled at me, but I looked away, holding my warm cheeks with my ice cold hands.

This school year is about to get... interesting.

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That's it for today, fellas!

Keep in mind that this story is about a dude that looks like Paul, he is not supposed to be Paul, we are in the present, he is not wearing that cute suit and everything, okay? Okay.