I watched him....everyday
I noticed things....alot of things
Way he talks
Way he walks
How he treats his friends
How he treats his family
I can tell he's the popular one in both...
I always see him with a girl...
But...never with them intimately
S...
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Me and Michael walked in the school, going down the Fine Arts Hallway.
Once we made it to the music room, I opened the door to see Stevie struggling to push a little miniature stage out from the storage closet.
We gasped as we dropped our bags and ran over to Stevie.
I had pulled Stevie up off the grown.
"Stevie! What the hell! Why didn't you just wait for us?"
He shook his head and laughed, he pulled me closer.
"So yall can have yah moment" he whispered with a smirk on his face.
I punched his arm "Really Dude! Yah pushing me"
Yes, that's right! Stevie knows about my....thing..for Michael and he rubs it in my face all the time.
He kept laughing, I rolled my eyes "Maaaan! Whatever!"
I walked away from him and sat down taking my guitar out of its case. I adjusted the strings and played a few notes.
"I didn't know you could play"
I looked up and saw Michael as he sat next to me, watching me play. I smiled a little "yeah I've been playing since I was six, my pops taught me"
He smiled and nodded. "Your really good Alessia!"
I mumbled a "thanks" and just nodded along to the tune I was playing.
We heard footsteps coming towards us, we looked up and saw Stevie pushing his keyboard and bench.
"So what exactly do you need us for Stevie?" Michael asked with his elbows on his knees.
Stevie sat down at his keyboard and ran his fingers across all the keys. "I wrote a song and I need yall to help with the music and production"
Me and Michael turned to each other, both with confusion written on our faces.
"Um okayyy, but why bring my guitar? I asked holding my guitar up.
Stevie held a finger up at me and went back into the storage room, coming back with a amp. He gently pulled me by my arm and plugged my guitar to the amp.
He backed away a little bit with a smile on his face. "Play me a little tune lessia!"
I played a little Beetles guitar riff, which cause both Michael and Stevie to applaud.
Stevie walked up to me and grabbed me by my shoulders, shaking me. "YES! Lessia Girl! Yes!"
Then Steive pushed Michael in front of a microphone. "Sing Boy!"
Michael cleared his throat and held the mic. I wasn't paying attention....until I heard that first note.
"Always Be not always And if always Bow our heads in shame Always Please be not always And if always Bow our heads in blame"
