Isn't Love Just a Theory?

Picnic

I walk to the park with Matt. He stops suddenly, and takes out his camera. He turns it around at us, holds me close, and we take a selfie. "I'll get those developed soon. Promise." He says. "D-do you think we can put it in my locket?" I ask quietly. "Sure. Now, this looks like a good spot." He says.
We sit on the blanket he lays out. I hum a soft tune. "Whatcha humming YN?" He asks. "It's nothing." I say, looking at the sunset. "C'mon tell me." He pesters. "Fine. Fine. This is what I was humming. 'When I fell in love, no one told me, you would just fake all of your sorries. I'm growing old. I'm breaking down. Time is fleeting, soon I'll be knocked out.'" I sing softly. "I won't fake all of my sorries. That's a promise." He mumbles. I lay down, and he lays down next to me, and we look at the stars. "There's Ursa Major and Ursa Minor." I say, pointed at them. I look at my watch. 9:13. "We wake up early tomorrow. Let's go back home." I suggest. "Yeah. Goodnight YN. See you at choir." Matt says, smiling. We walk home, and I walk in to my parents on the couch. "Hey YN! How was it?" Dad asks. "It was alright. Matt's parents confused it for a date." I say, putting down my bookbag. "Did you get a good picture for your locket?" Mom asks. "Yeah. I also got punched in the face by Ace again." I say. I walk upstairs, and get ready for bed. I retired into my bed, and have a Nightmare. Matt was helping me pick up some books Ace had scattered across the floor. When we got up, he laughed and tackled me, and repeatedly punched me. Everyone in the hallway is Matt, laughing and throwing insults at me. I wake up with a start. 4:55. I put on some cloths, put my stuff in my bag, and walk outside, but not before I disabled my alarm. I walk around the park that Matt took me to last night. I see a fountain of a girl, who is an angel. She supposedly is the guardian angel of the park. I look at my watch, and run to the school. I start putting chairs down as Matt comes in. "Hey YN." He says, smiling. My response is a yawn. "Did I keep you up too late?" He asks, concerned. "No. I didn't sleep well. I don't really want to talk to anyone today. Sorry." I say, yawning again. We do choir and I run to my science class, avoid Ace. "I will now hand out the tests. As usual, our highest scorer is YN, with a perfect score. I'd like to see you after class, if you don't mind YN..." She said. I did my best to not fall asleep during class, which worked. The bell rang, and I walked up to my teachers desk. "It is my understanding that you have all A+'s?" She asks. "Yeah, what about it." I ask, yawning. "I would like you to consider the Learning Advance program. (I made this up. This isn't a real thing. If there is a program called that, I'll change the name.) You would be able to learn much more-" she starts, but I cut her off. "I'm sorry, I'm not interested." I say, standing up. "But YN! This is a great opportunity for you!" She exclaims. "Everyone says that, but it isn't what I want. I want to be a graphic designer. I want to be able to preform skits and sing. I'm not doing it." I say calmly. She shivers. I run out of the classroom, silently deciding I would talk to Matthew about it later today.

-After school-

"Hey YN! You wanted to talk to me?" Matt asks, sitting down. "Can you promise me something?" I ask. "Depends on what it is." He says. "Promise me, that if we need the other person's skill for a job, that we hire them. So say you had a job where you needed an editor or graphic design artist, you would hire me, and vise versa." I explain. "Promise. Oh, and I'm getting the film developed tonight. It should be done by the end of the week." He says. I smile, and put the book I was reading away. "I should get going. I've got a lot of homework to do." I say. "You had a nightmare, right?" Matt asks suddenly. "What?" I ask. "I could see it in your eyes. Everytime you see me, there's fear in your eyes. I'm sorry for whatever I did in your dream." He says. "Matt... Did you get recommended for the Learning Advance program? I did." I ask. "Yeah. I rejected the offer though. I have to much going on. What about you?" He asks. "Same here. What college do you think you want to go to?" I respond. "Duke. They have a pretty mean graphic design course. Maybe you should try to get into it." He says. "Really? I guess I'll have to try and get into there. Maybe we'll get some of the same classes together." I say, packing my bag. We walk home. "Bye Matt! See you at choir!" I yell, waving. I run upstairs to my room, and finish my homework. I grab some leftover pizza from the fridge, and listen to some music. I decide to retire early tonight, and lay in bed. I toss and turn, but no sleep comes. I realized how surprised at myself I was for being so outgoing. Usually I only talked to my teachers, since I was shy. I open a window and look outside. Why did I get so flustered that night when mom suggested I put a picture of Matt in the locket? I ask myself. I shrug it off as I look at the stars. "You the perfect melody, the only harmony, I wanna hear. Your my favorite part of me, with you standing next to me, I got nothing to fear..." I sing into the breeze. I leave my window, closing it, and finally fall asleep on my bed.