I awaken to see Wilson, asleep with his head on his shoulder. I giggle, and he stirs, opening his eyes to squint down at me.
"Morning." he rasps, his throat dry.
"Good morning!" I grin, shooting up to a sitting position and turning so I can face him, my legs crisscrossed.
Wilson pulls his cellphone from his pocket to check the time. "Seven o'clock. Perfect timing."
"Oh? For what?" I wonder.
"Come on. We have to get some clothes from the drama room. Oh, and here." he says, then hands me a piece of gum from a packet he had in his bookbag. He takes one for himself before standing, grasping my hand, and leading me out of the lab.
Then, we proceeded to get ready for the day, getting dressed in the bathrooms and chewing gum, until we came to the last step---hiding in lockers.
"Two people can't fit in my locker...I'll text Kennedy and ask if you can hide in hers." Wilson says, typing something into his phone. After a few minutes, he's rushing over to her locker and inputting a combination in the lock. He swings open the locker door and ushers me inside, then closes the door and pretends to relock it. I hear him enter his own locker, and then we wait in silence.
Finally, the bell rings, and we slip out of the lockers right before a few people come around the corner at the end of the hall.
Well, it seems this is my morning routine for a while.
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At Lunch, I decide to go down to the music room without telling Wilson, so I can work on that song.
Taking my guitar off the wall, I sit in a chair and unfold the tablature. The song is called Snowblind, and it does look hard.
But I can do it.
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An hour later, the bell has rung, and I've perfected the song. I guess that's what comes of extremely hard work. Plus, after the first few notes, I was able to figure out the rest quite easily.
I'll show him tonight; it can be like a romantic date.
Hold on.
Did I just imply that Wilson was my date?
I guess I did.
And I liked it.
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We have Physical Education last period. We're playing basketball today.
I sit on the bench with my team, watching the noncompetitive teams run around the gym, a basketball being tossed between them.
Wilson and I are on the competitive side. The teams are organized by the color of their pinny. There are blue ones and red ones. He's on the red team and I'm on the blue team.
"Switch out!" Mr. Shephard, the gym teacher, calls out. I stand up and head to the middle of the court.
Once everyone is in their places and the noncompetitive side is on the benches, Mr. Shephard drops the basketball in the middle of the floor. People begin to scramble for the ball, the sound of many pairs of shoes hitting the floor resonating throughout the gym.
"Kamden! Pass it!" Jordan yells, running over to the red team's net. I'm close by, so I run as fast as I can to intercept the ball. I pass in front of Jordan just as it comes soaring through the air, straight into my hands. I turn and launch myself across the gym to my team's net. People are cheering me on, including Wilson, even though he's on the enemy team. I throw the ball up toward the net.
It goes straight in.
The entire blue team claps for me; they obviously didn't anticipate that.
Wilson jogs over and gives me a high five. "Good job!" he praises.
"Thanks, Willie! I've got your team beat!" I laugh.
"Oh, we'll see about that." he says as he walks away. I giggle and follow after him.
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"So, what did you have to show me that's so important I have to stay another night here?" Wilson asks, arms crossed.
School just ended, and everyone is gone---it's the perfect time to present to Wilson what I've been working on.
I lead the oblivious boy to the back room, where I have set up a fancy dinner of chicken fingers and Sun Chips, with chocolate milk on the side. There are two cushions on the floor from the couches by the gym. And beside one of them is my acoustic guitar.
I plop down on the cushion. "Sit." I say, gesturing to the cushion across from mine.
"Um, okay." Wilson complies. He makes himself comfortable as I prop up my guitar on my lap. "What's all this about?"
I position my fingers to play the first chord. "I'm here to officially impress you."
YOU ARE READING
Soulmate
Humor{Book One} Kennedy and Wilson are normal students at Bayside Middle School. Until they discover the Vioval Portal. They are taken to an alternate dimension, where everyone they know has been transformed into their opposite genders. As Kennedy tries...
