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Well hello there fellow readers, I'm back again with yet another series. I'm always doing series because they're so much fun!
And I'm also looking forward to this series as I like the idea for it and I feel like this story is going to have a lot of character development in it and I'm also wanting to do a chapter after all of this current story and going a couple years ahead to where Shawn is famous and y/n is able to recount on the beginning of their relationship, so I think that'll be fun. Just let me know in the comments.
Okay, that's all for now. Hope you enjoyed and I'll talk to you later xx
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The shrill of the bell makes it way down the empty hallways and into the bustling classrooms of students packing their things. Everyone begins to depart, smiles on their faces and laugher on this lips as the class that seemed to never end finally did.
I sling my bag over my shoulder and look beside me at the person who's been with me through thick and thin. Finnley huffs loudly as he continues at the attempt to make his book fit in his overflowing bag full of music books and sheets.
"You know you could help." He says. I roll me eyes and lean down next to his bag. I reach in and move things out of the way and soon enough he slips his book in. "You're welcome." I say, smiling up at him as he thinks whether or not he should say thank you or not, a smirk on his lips. Finally he caves in. "Okay thank you, now come on, I wanna show you my new song." He zips on his bag and slings it over both shoulders, taking my cold hand in his that was warm as he drags me out of the now empty room and into the corridor.
The hallway wasn't as busy as usual as it was feeding time. Finnley and I walk down the middle of the hallway, Finnley's head held up high as he struts his stuff, myself rather reserved. He was always the more confident and rather sassy one.
"I wonder if he is there." Finnley swoons over the mystery man who moved here a few months back and has been spending his time in the music rooms, a guitar always in his hands and shyness keeping him from sharing his talents. "Who am I kidding, he's always there!" Exclaims Finnley as we reach the music room. He peers in the small window on the door and sighs dreamily. "There he is." He moves over so I could take a look at the man who's taken a place in Finnley's heart.
