Blue Eyes Don't Lie [You Me At Six]

1 - It Felt Like The End Of The World

[A/N] Hello! This is my first work on this site, and I hope you enjoy it! I just wanted to let you know that this story is pretty slow moving at first, the main 'stitch' introduced in chapter 5/6, but after those the plot picks up quickly... So I would love it if you just kept on kept at it and read to see, any comments/feedback or ANYTHING would be much appreciated :).

Anyway, just to let you know this story WILL have moderate swearing and SOME sexual content (idrk how much yet). I don't own YMAS (obviously) and have NO knowledge of who or what their actual girlfriends are up to. The plot and story and other characters, however, are in fact of my creation. 

Thanks, and enjoy! xx - CC

[Title/Lyric Variation from 'The Swarm']

         I put the guitar down from my lap and stretched. It was the first time I'd played it and the professor had already exclaimed that I was a 'natural'. No surprise, really – I've already learned how to play four other instruments, one more wasn't entirely a problem.

        My name is Cass Overman. I'm 21 years old, I live in America even though I was born in Scotland and raised across the pond, and I am currently studying music in college – the first thing you encounter in America that leaves you broke and in debt. As one could probably guess, my present life wasn't really the most exciting thing on the planet... Not really a shock, as my childhood wasn't too grand either. I had a mother and father, older brother and a dog. I had friends, and crushes, and sure, one or two boyfriends that never really did anything or went anywhere – but honestly, the most interesting part of my life was my best friend.

        I knew him since we were just little kids, when a little family moved in next door and my mother told me to go say hello to the boy who was sitting on their front steps, watching the Mover's truck and pouting. I remember tiptoeing up to him and sticking my hand out, awkwardly squeaking, 'I'm Cassie.' The boy looked up, with these wide, cadet-blue eyes, and I almost froze. He seemed about a year older than me, and his face was puffy and red from crying, his messy dark brown hair sticking up in all sorts of places. But even though tears were dripping from his chin, his eyes were clear as the sky was that day. And for some reason, it made my little-kid self smile. I opened my mouth slightly and decided to put a new word my mother had taught me to good use.

        'Your eyes are... Unfor... Un.. Forgetta... Unforgettably.' I remember him looking at me and slightly smiling.

        'Do you mean... Unforgettable?' I nodded slightly, and then smiled more.

        'Wanna play with me?' I asked him, but before he could yes I grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the hard stone steps. Even when I was young, I was drawn to him.

        After that day, I loved skipping over the fence that separated out houses and dragging him outside, giggling and twirling my pigtails. I remember thinking that he was the smartest person in the world, and always asked him any question I could think of – why is the sky blue, why do you have brown hair, why is there grass everywhere – just to hear a clever answer.

        Of course though, we grew up, and when he, being a year older than me, was about to move to secondary school, I didn't like it one bit. It meant that he got to get up earlier than me, and as he got more friends, I became afraid that I wouldn't get to see those smart blue eyes as much. So, I decided that I was done with primary school. My little alive, ambitious, smart self decided to work harder than I had thought possible, and I eventually moved up to the same class as him. XX I'm American (why it's set in America) and honestly don't know very much about school over there... I dunno if you can move classes but you can here, sorry if I get anything wrong XX I remember being so proud of myself that I was finally able to see him regularly again, but I don't think he noticed. When he saw I had moved up, he only ruffle my hair and laughed, saying, 'looks like all of those questions you asked me really paid off!' But I didn't care. All I was happy about was that I got to be with him. Looking back, I think I was smitten with him before I even knew what 'smitten' was.