~Ah, It's Me~ SallyFace x Reader, Oneshots (Discontinued)

Band Geeks, Sal x Band geek Reader

You walk into the band room and set down your trumpet case. You open it and pull out your instrument. You pop the mouth piece in and start to warm up. Slowly, the room start to fill up. You recognize, and know, everyone. Most of them keep to themselves but some are really nice. Like Gin, the only other female trumpet player in school. She only chose trumpet because some kid said she couldn't play it since she was a girl. And boy, did she prove them wrong.

Gin sits next to me, pulling out her trumpet. "Could I use some voulve oil?" She asks, unscrewing her voulves. "sure thing, did you run out?" You ask, pulling out your small bottle. You hand it to her and she starts oiling her voulve. "Yeah, and my mum hasn't gotten to chance to go to the music store" was her response. You nod and look forward, spotting an unfamiliar head. You blink and nudge Gin. She looks over, you point to the kid. "who's that?" You ask. She looks in the direction of your pointing

"Oh, that's Sal Fisher. He's playing an trombone" she says. You nod slowly, "should I introduce myself?" You ask. She looks to you, "yeah then after that you can marry him" she says. You growl and gently punch her shoulder. She laughs and you stand, cheeks dusted with red. You walk over to Sal, ready to see his face. As you make your way over to him, you realize you ready-ed yourself for something that was never going to happen.

On Sals face was a mask, half a pale pink, and the other half white. How is he going to play his instrument?! You tap his shoulder, he looks over, his fluffy pigtails swinging with him. Wow...t-that was cute "i-I'm (y/n), its nice to meet you" you say, holding out your hand. His mask lifts slightly and he shakes your hand. "I'm Sal, my friends call me Sally Face" he responds. Ouch, that's a tough nickname. You look at his trombone, it's still disassembled. "oh! Let me help you with that!" You say, setting down your trumpet.

You sit in the empty seat next to him and start putting it together, leading Sal with every step you take. "Wow, how do you know how to put a trombone together if you play trumpet?" He asks, taking his assembled instrument from you. "trumpets are the easiest to assemble, so if I'm not warming up, I'm watching the other students. I learned over time, how to assemble, oil, and put away, every brass instrument." You explain. Picking up your trumpet.

"ill sit with ya today, to help you. If you would like" you offer, he nods shyly. You smile at him, your cheeks heating up. Gin stares at you two, rolling her eyes and smiling.

Le month later

Your standing outside of the bus, looking around. You spot many people you know, all wearing the band uniform. They put their instruments into the compartments under the bus while you wait. A beige car pulls up and your heart flips, maybe this was Sal! And you had guessed correctly, Sal climbs out of the car, wearing his uniform and holding his trombone case. He looks so cute in his uniform

You run over to him, hugging him. He starts to laugh, hugging back. You pull away, "here, ill put this away for you. Our seat is 12L" you say, taking his case and leaving before he could protest. He sighs and walks onto the bus, smiling at your two band teachers. "nice to see you sal" mr. Apol, the brass teacher, says. "nice to see you too" he responds. Mr. Apol reads over a clipboard, "ah, your seat is 12L" he says. Sal nods and walks to 12L.

Surprisingly, you and sal got the very back seat. On the left. You climb in next to him. "So, you ready for Carowinds?" He asks. You nod, "I wonder if a big crowd will show up for our performance" you think out loud. "I'm just ready for the rides" Sal says, smiling. You nod, leaving back in your seat.

It's been an hour on the road, you've had one nap so far, the teachers have had to yell twice, and Sal has had to choke on laughter 16 times. You turn to him, "ok, favorite color?" You ask. He thinks, "I remember you telling me before....(f/c)?" He says. You nod. "ok, favorite....season?" He asks. "duh, that's winter. Sal, I know more about you than you know about you" you say. If it wasn't for his mask, his blush would have been visible. He nods, his heart flipping. "ok, favorite person to hang out with. Say your answer in 3, 2, 1!" You say

"You!" You both say, you start to laugh and so does Sal. You lean on him. "your the bestest friend I could've asked for" you mumble. Sals heart shatters, just best friends? He nods slowly, looking out the window. You two soon fall asleep like that.