The Boy with the bass

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( ok so before we start. Yes I'm working on da request Oki? Just having a bit of a struggle. So I made dis cause I don't want you all to wait on me. And I got inspired!! So...yeah.... Let's begin?)




Tords POV

There's this boy that I met in the music room. He is nice and really funny. He always knows how to make my day. Even if it all seems hopeless. He's always there with his bass guitar. He sings me songs. He plays it for me. He is just so nice to me. Though he's nice to everyone. He said I was a single star in a universe full of them. And he loved it. He said it himself. Lots of girls tried to be his but. He always turned them down. He said if he got a girlfriend then who would be his shooting star. I loved him. I think he loved me to. But he never said a thing. Nor did I. Then one day I found a note in my locker. It said to meet someone at the back of the school. My heart raced as I made it there. He stepped up and handed me a card. He was bright red. I was to. I opened it and found a letter

Dear Tordle,
I love you. Yes you read that right. I'm sorry for being such a coward but I was to shy to say it out loud. I love you and. If you don't feel the same way I completely understand. Thanks for being my shooting star.
Love,
Tommy

My heart was swelling with happiness. I began to cry. He looked at me and wiped my tears. I leaped on him happily. He says these are the only words he would ever remember as clear as day when we get older.

"I love you to Tommy"

We are now 79. We've been happily married since we were 25. I still remember our vows. I love him. And he loves me. Forever. Till death do we part.

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