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"Leah. Leah. LEAH!"

I stop smirking at my Gmail and I look up. Its the devil herself, Morgan.

"What?", I say annoyed. Rehearsal ended 10 minutes ago.

"I was just wondering whether I should ask Nick to homecoming.", she says. Will she ever let go?

"Well, if you want to, I suppose. I don't know what he'd say but go ahead." I'm a dick.

"OK! Thanks Lee." Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Bitch.

"No prob, Morg."

I roll my eyes as she skips away. I shove my phone into my back pocket and I head out of the music room.

I bump into someone on the way out.

"Oh my God, sorry!"

I look up. Its Lucy, this cute girl who's in another band. She has brunette hair and bangs, brown eyes, braces on her teeth, dimples and cute cheeks, and she's rather tall.

"Oh, hey, Luce. Its alright.", I say. I had a brief crush on her during sophomore year.

"I didn't know you were in a band.", she says, smiling and showing her braces.

"Yeah. I'm a girl who's full of mysteries.", I say. I chuckle. She chuckles as well.

"I bet.", she says. She gets a text notification.

"Ugh. That would be my dad. He wants me over on Friday evening. Having split parents is the worst."

"Yeah, I getcha. My parents aren't together either. My dad's nothing short of a douchebag."

She smiles a bit.

"Mine doesn't even know I'm bi." She then covers her mouth. "Holy shit, I didn't mean to say that."

I smile softly.

"Its alright. I am too. Only my mother and another friend knows. Good to know there's another bi girl here."

We chuckle. I then look at her shirt.

"The 1975, huh? You have a good taste in music, Murphy."

"They're unreal. I'm seeing them next year."

It then hits me. Lucy could very well be April. I mean, she has it all. She's bi, her parents are split, she loves The 1975, is wearing an I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it shirt and is seeing them next year. It's too obvious. I should ask her, but if she isn't, I'll just look like an idiot.

"I should get to rehearsal. Nice talking with you, Leah. Here's my number, if you want."

She hands me a piece of paper. I smile.

"Thanks, Lucy. See you tomorrow."

I move out of the way and I let her into the music room.

• • • • • •

From: byso200@gmail.com
To: intertwining.your.soul@gmail.com
Subject: re; WELL DONE YOU

Limerick,
Thanks for that. Telling her was quite scary but I felt better knowing she was OK with it. And congratulations on telling your friend. Sorry the replies have been late the past few days, I've just been busy. By busy, I mean I've been busy vomiting. Being sick is a gift, am I right, Limerick? God, I wish I was brave enough to tell you who I was so you could've been here with me over the weekend. That would've made everything much less painful. I do feel myself getting much more ready to reveal myself though. What about you, Limerick? Ready to wow me with how beautiful you are in real life?
Love,
April.

From: intertwining.your.soul@gmail.com
To: byso200@gmail.com
Subject: re; WELL DONE YOU

April,
Sorry to hear your weekend wasn't the greatest. I would've tried to nurse you the best I could. And referring to your question about our "face reveals", I do feel myself getting a lot more ready to reveal myself. Also, don't expect to be wowed, as I wouldn't exactly describe myself as beautiful.
Sincerely,
Leah

From: byso200@gmail.com
To: intertwining.your.soul@gmail.com
Subject: SHUT. THE FUCK. UP

Limerick,
I've never met you, but I know that you're definitely beautiful as fuck. I'll definitely be wowed when I finally meet you.
Love,
April.

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