Virtually True

Title from Virtually True by Paul Steward

A/N: Hello everyone! Yes it's me again! 

This fic was inspired by the movie 'Love, Simon' but I don't know what happened.. 

A huge huge huge thank you and shoutout to chlochlobear for the awesome cover, for beta reading this fic(I know you didn't have an easy time with it)  and for supporting my decision to unpublish this fic by knocking some sense into me to convert this monstrosity to what it is today!

Thank you! That was a long author's note. 

But Hope you enjoy the story!

Let me know your thoughts! Each comment makes my day!

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The lecture room was bustling with chatters, footsteps of students entering the classroom, the door being swung open every other second, tapping of pens against the table in a constant F#, and small chuckles.

But the only sound that mattered to Eddy was from his best friend, Brett Yang, who was sitting right next to him.

Yes, music theory was the worst, but what made it even more unpleasant was the fact that the professor was late and Eddy was left trying to cope with not looking at his best friend for more than a few seconds; at which Eddy was miserably failing.

Why? Why did Ms. Parker have to be late today?

When Brett was wearing that beautiful denim jacket paired with a white shirt underneath. The colours contrast perfectly with his beautiful plump, very kissable lips.

He was losing his patience and sanity by the minute. His heart skipped a beat every time Brett chuckled to himself when he saw something funny on instagram.

Oh for the love of God, where was Ms. Parker when you need her?

He was so lost in admiring Brett's beauty that he didn't notice the elder violinist looking up from his phone, giving Eddy a questioning look.

"You alright?" Brett asked..

"Yeah yeah," Eddy replied, pretending that the image of just pulling Brett by his collar and kissing him did not just cross his mind.

Brett didn't look convinced though. He continued to lock his eyes on Eddy, waiting for the latter to give an explanation.

But before he could, the door to the room opened, diverting their attention.

"Good morning guys!" Ms. Parker spoke. "I am sorry for the delay. A staff meeting came in the way," she continued in an apologetic tone.

"But I have a fun little activity for you." She exclaimed in a joyous tone.

"The university has started an online forum called 'Through My Eyes.' It's a forum by students for students so you guys can share your views about composers and soloists."

"So this is how it is going to work," she continued. "You will get paired with an unknown person, choose a composer and write an article about them and publish it." She looked around, seeing nothing but disinterested faces.

She huffed, "This is an assignment, which is compulsory for all of you. Do I have your attention now?" she shouted.

The whole class groaned, protesting even.