The Story of Us

The Story of Meeting You

A dream is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality - John Lennon

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"You know Vinnie, Mack found your little surprise yesterday." I looked at my best friend.

"Did you like your present?" she winks at me.

"No." I deadpan and she pouts.

"But the bathing suit wasn't half bad." I shrug.

She smiles in triumph and I roll my eyes. I giggle slightly as she fist bumps the air like in The Breakfast Club. We walk separate ways into our first periods and I go to my normal spot and pull out The Fault in Our Stars. I quickly close it when I see Chapter 20. I sigh and pull out my notebook and doodle Beatles lyrics on the cover. Suddenly a bag slams on the other side of the two-seater table. I jump in surprise at the abrupt contact. I look up to see an amused yet bored looking Parker.

"Hello." I greet but he just rolls his eyes and sits down with an 'humph'.

"Okay." I turn back to my notebook and continue doodling a song quote from the song Blackbird.

My bracelet scrapes gently across the table.

Take these broken wings and learn to fly.

"What are you writing there?" Parker suddenly asks looking over my shoulder. I quickly flip my notebook over and shrug without a word.

"Well you have to know what you are writing." he smirks and I roll my eyes.

Before I can react his fingers grasp at the notebook and his eyes scan over the pen-stained cover that has more song lyrics from the Beatles than you can count. Some are even connected or overwritten by a different Beatles song. I try to reach for the notebook but his arm contracts upward. I lean closer to get it and push off my chair slightly. My tongue pokes out slightly as I try in concentration to get the book but his long arm keeps stretching.

"I am liking the view."

I stop mid-way in getting the book again at this statement. I finally notice that his face was practically in my shirt and he probably saw my bra. I squeak and slump down in my seat. I blush furiously and my hair falls in my face I lick my lips slightly and notice his eyes watching my actions intently. I quickly look away not caring about my book at this point.

"Hmm. Beatles fan I see." he smirks.

"I guess." I shrug hoping for the teacher to walk in.

"Here."

"That's it?" I asked confused and surprised he didn't like announce to the class I like old songs by an old yet still famous band.

"Yeah. I was hoping for some diary entries or something or like maybe a Mrs. Parker Campano." he answers nonchalantly.