Silly Love Songs - Phan

Chapter I

Its the end of first period, yet the day has been dragging on for what feels like years. Lucky for me I have my favorite class next, drama. All of my friends make fun of me for taking drama in year 11, but its much better than sitting at a desk for 75 minutes, listening to a teacher ramble about fuck all.

I walk over to my locker, which sits in the middle of a busy hall on the second floor of my school. So now I have to shuffle through a crowd of skids. I'll be honest. I've always hated the potheads at school. Probably because I've never really fit in with them. I hear they have a lot of fun, but theatre for me is fun enough. You'd probably always think that the theatre kids would rule the school. We're outgoing and fun and always have something to laugh about, but the school social ladder is fucked.

Once I squeeze through the clumps of people walking through the halls and reach my locker I feel a sensation of relief. With everyone around me, drowning in the sounds of their voices I almost forget my locker combination. Finally, my lock pops open and an ominous small sheet of pink paper falls out of my locker and to the ground, landing at my feet.

I scrunch my eyebrows together as I lean over to pick up the folded  note. Not remembering having put it in there before. As I inspect it I flip it over and see a smiley face cruelly drawn on the other side. I go ahead and open up the note and read what's inside.

I sang so many songs about falling in love

I sang them, and it was meaningless

Until I realized that I sang them because they made me think of you

Someone must have just put this in the wrong locker, right? I mean it would be pretty weird if someone meant to put this in my locker. Nobody's liked me since year 7, when this girl named Amanda gave me a valentine with my name and a heart around it. But that was innocent. Yeah, someone probably meant to put this in the locker beside mine. Just an honest mistake. That's okay. I shove the note in my pocket and collect my books and scripts for next period.

I rush down the hall and make a left to enter the Drama room, conveniently located in the middle of the school. I walk in and I am of course the first one here. I close my eyes and breath in a sigh, letting it go with my worries and doubts. This is where I feel real and significant. I take a seat on the staircase leading to the costumes room.

"Phil! How are you, man?", a familiar voice booms through the silent room. It's my friend Patrick.

I stand up to greet him, "What's up Patrick, wanna see something weird?"

"Yeah, what?" He asks me as more students shuffle into the room, all loud and excited for their period, filled with people they love. I swear, were like a family in here.

"Look," I say as I reach into my pocket and hand him the now crumpled up paper.

He unfolds and reads it, a smile creeping up on his face. "Wow, Phil I didn't know you felt this way about me." He laughs.

I laugh along to his joke and take the note out of his hands. "Seriously, I don't know who wrote this but I found it in my locker.

"Yo, we should go hunt them down, I'm tired of you being single. We can go on double dates." Patrick practically shouts.

I laugh, "You don't even have a girlfriend, what do you mean?"

"I mean.. uff you're right. Anyways, there's literally no way of finding who they are without inspecting for fingerprints, but I've touched the note so its probably infected now." He laughs.

"Do you ever stop joking?" I ask getting more annoyed by the second, but still, I'm mildly amused.

"You already know that answer, silly." He giggles, "No... but seriously. I wanna know who wrote this. Whoever it is they must really wanna fuck- I mean they probably wanna take you out."

I wince at his gross comment, " Okay, how about I wait a few days and if they really want to talk to me they'll either write another letter, or they'll come and actually talk to me. How's that sound?" Patrick's had more relationship experience than me, so it's probably a good idea to get his approval.

"Now you're talking! Ah, this is gonna be so fun! You could write a play about your secret admirer." He gasps. It's really funny watching Patrick get all excited, he acts like a teenage girl in an American film sometimes.

"Oh my god," The bell rings and everyone joins together in the middle of the room, I'm greeted by almost everyone in the class before the teacher begins to talk, but I cant focus. I can't help but allow my mind to go wild with visions of who the admirer might be. They might even be in this room right now. I look around to inspect everyone's facial expressions. Nobody seems to be looking different than usual. I'm not being stared at by anyone. But I guess you never know with these things. I should probably shut down these thoughts before they entirely consume me. I guess I've always just wanted someone to like me. Of course, it might have just been a mistake anyways. I force away all thoughts of who the writer may be... they had such nice writing.

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The period ends quickly, Drama is always the fastest period. I scamper out of the room in a rush today. I don't usually, most days I'll stay here all lunch. But my curiosity gets the best of me. I rush down to my locker, in hopes of another note of course.,Once I reach the locker I eagerly fumble with the lock and I even get it wrong a few times. Once I finally get it open I see nothing fall to the ground. My chest becomes a little bit heavier as I realize that the note probably was a mistake. But before disappointment can properly settle in I catch a glimpse of another note on the inside of the locker door. I can't lie, my heart did flutter a little bit when I see it taped there. How did this person even get into my locker to put this here? Frantically, I take down the paper careful not to rip it from the tape and ruin it.

The way my heart ticks for you

Like an indescribable melody

You're so outrageously gorgeous xx

My heart does a flip, I don't even know who this person is, but their words are beautiful.