"We sat there on the sidewalk all evening." I replied and he smiled widely while nodding. "You got mad at me for pausing the song while I just wanted to talk to you."
"And that next morning I played that song at 8am and you sat by your window, in your pyjama and listened to me play, your eyes closed and a happy smile plastered on your face. I didn't even realise you were sitting there until I was done." He said with a smile and I laughed softly before looking outside at the trees.
"I never had the chance before to realise how good you actually were. I was too pissed at you for waking me up, I was too pissed at the universe." I admitted even though we had discussed that morning so many times before. He knew how much I loved hearing him play once he respected my sleeping schedule.
"Did I ever tell you why I really came up to you when I saw you sitting on the sidewalk?" He asked with a soft smile and I shook my head with a grin on my face. I knew the story out of my head, but I loved it when he told me and he knew that.
"Tell me why you walked up to me that day."
"It all started 3 weeks before that day, that's when you started to fascinate me." He started and I closed my eyes to fully listen to him. "The first day you moved in, I saw you sitting by your window, boxes still stacked in your room but they stayed like that for 5 weeks at least. You had a book in your hands and those noice cancelling head phones on, the ones you wore to school too. Your window was open to let fresh air in and I could just hear your mom yelling at you but you didn't move, not even slightly. You were sucked into your own world while reading that book. Three weeks, I waited until you would finally leave that room of yours and I wanted to talk to you, tell you my best pick-up line but you never did. And then the day of the street party, there was no light on in your room and you weren't sitting by your window to read. I went out and saw your brother talking to some other guys so I started looking for you, all over the place until I saw you on your own. I almost froze in my tracks when I spotted you. I walked over to you and tried to come up with all my pick-up lines but you made me nervous. I tried to sound so confident, after all I was one of the popular guys. But when you looked up at me with your bright green eyes, I fell for you. And in that second, I had decided I would do whatever it took to make you fall for me too." He explained, I could hear the happiness in his voice and I smiled so brightly too, I looked at down at the headphones on my lap.
"So many people laughed at me for wearing these." I said softly and he squeezed my hand gently, a small smile on his face.
"I thought you were so cool with those headphones on."
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I walked through the hallways of high school with my head down and my headphones on. I tried not to run into anyone while I tried to find the locker I was assigned. I tried not to see the stares or hear the laughs of the other students. I tried not to see them point at my headphones.
It was scary to change schools but it was so much more terrifying to be the one that stood out, the one that everyone looked at.
Relieve washed over me when I finally saw the locker and I walked over, looking for the piece of paper with the code on. I unlocked it before placing the books I was holding in it.
"It must be faith that your locker happens to be the one next to mine this year." A voice said beside me and I looked at him, the smallest smile forming on my face when I recognised him. "Good morning Alice"
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FanfictionA Luke Hemmings short story about a girl and a boy that fell in love