Phil glanced down at his map, and then glancing back over to his schedule. What? He sighed, and threw his head back to the ceiling,
"I just want to get to Mr. Anderson's room! Is that too much to ask?"
"Is it?"
He yelped, accidentally dropping both his schedule and his map he got from the nice lady in the office. He rushed after the schedule, and after twirling in his spot several times in his search for his map, a flutter of white paper flashed in his peripheral. He flailed in the direction blindly, and came face to face with a boy, who was currently waving the paper to get his attention.
"Ugh, thank you so much. " he said, an apology showing in his pale features, "Can you help me find my way to Mr. Anderson's class perchance?"
He asked, as accepted the map gratefully. The boy nodded, and as Phil got a better look at him, is became blindingly clear that he was the most beautiful boy he had ever met. His curly blue hair a mop on his head, eyes bright and green, and his pink lips the exact color of the peach that was a part of his breakfast.
A finger tapped his nose, and he started in surprise. He tried to look at his nose, and when he looked up, the pastel boy had his lips spread in a smile as he laughed.
"I said, yeah I know. Just head that way," he pointed, and Phil nodded, "and then take a right when you reach the huge statue with a thong and it's the building on the right. Can't miss it,"
"Thanks!" Phil said brightly, and the boy gave him a two-fingered salute, while still walking away. He was starstruck.
He began humming as he strolled down the sidewalk, but slowed to a stop as musical notes floated through the calm air, and his shoulders went slack at the beauty of the playing.
He stood for the remainder of the song, and, classes forgotten, followed the song to it's home, and stood outside the door, peering into the glass barrier, and stared as long and slender fingers danced across the keys, and he could almost see the notes as they drifted through the air.
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A tear slipped down his face, and he sniffed quietly. He recognize this song. Why would someone play such a sad song? He opened the door abruptly, and the boys head shot up, and they stared at each other for moments unsaid, and Phil took a sharp intake of breath. He was beautiful. Sheesh, was everyone a Greek god here? Although this boy was far surpassed that of the boy in the hallway, with sad eyes and pale skin, one single blue eye, and one single brown one. Freckles adorned his face like jewelry, lips parted slightly. They stared at each other.
Phil rubbed his neck awkwardly and muttered, just loud enough for the boy to hear.
"Uhm...You're... You're really good. At that. The piano I mean. Uh, I'm Phil. I'm new,"
