~Ben POV~
Today's the big day: homecoming. It's the first "big" dance. But it starts out as any other day.
"Wake up Ben, or we are gonna be late," my sister, Hayden, yells across the whole house.
"Coming," I mumbled. I got dressed in a regular t-shirt and jeans. I put on some converse, and I get into Hayden's car.
"Aren't you excited," she asks, "Homecoming is just a couple hours away!"
Easy for her to say. Rain and her are going together, so they are gonna have a good time. Of course I'm going, but I don't have a date. I don't get it. Hayden and I are twins, with the same brown hair and blue eyes, yet she gets a date and I don't. Well, our personalities are different...
Yet I still answer, "Yep." Soon, we are at school. The bus arrives, and I see a girl with a cello.
~ Marie's POV~
Ugh. Homecoming is just an excuse to celebrate something. I don't want to go, but I got the opportunity to play the slow song, so I gotta. I rolled out of bed, not caring to brush my hair. I put on a Yo Yo Ma t-shirt and some jeans with ballet flats. I get my cello, and run to the bus. I finally arrive, and drag my baby to the music room.
I take a deep breathe. I imagine the whole school out there, in the music room. I close my eyes, and start playing the song.
"Love you in a thousand years..... love you in a thousand more.... I have died everyday waiting for you, darling don't be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years... love you in a thousand more.." I mumble the lyrics. It makes me sad. Why would you wait for a person that won't come back?
Then again, I know nothing about love.
I start to play other songs, but they end up being sad. WHYYYYY! I stop playing, just sitting around, being an emotionless dummy. Then I break down. I wish I sobbed like a Disney princess. I cry with snorts and like a whinny two year old. I wipe the tears, and I realize it's first period already.. I get my books, and rush to Calculus.
~Ben POV~
I sit in Calculus, doing line-intercepts and stuff. The teacher decided to go "easy" on us, and just practice. She knows we are excited for homecoming. I was solving for x and then a girl with fire hydrant red cheeks and teary eyes walks in. Cello girl? Well, she's kinda cute, it looks like she's blushing or something. But she rushes to her seat, like she doesn't want to be seen. Then I realize she was crying. Okay, Ben, calm down. Just try to act normal. She's only been your crush since forever.
I walk up to her, and ask, "Are you okay? Um, you look like you've been crying and I-"
She snaps, "I'm fine, Ben Carter. Thanks for asking, and showing concern. But I am okay. Just because you have red cheeks and water coming out of your eyes doesn't mean you've been crying."
I put up my arms in surrender. 'Well, I'm sorry, Cello," I caught myself, "Marie Holmes." I tried to mimic her. She's obviously been crying. Even though I act as if I don't care, I am crazy worried about her. She's been my crush for a long time, with her cascading brown hair, and grey eyes that are a thousand colors at once, with translucent skin, and- Whoa there, partner. Don't get too carried away. You'll be here for ten centuries. To see her sad, it's like having a knife stabbed into your heart. I walk away, acting like nothing happened.
