Does anyone remember when this story was called tuba smut? Look up #tubasmut and my book comes up.
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Bella's pov
It is now Tuesday morning...school yay!1!1!1
Not.
Last night I stocked the photo seth forwarded to me that Noah sent to him.
Once I get to school and drop mr. Williams sousaphone off in the band room I met up with Noah to tell him about the photo.
"Courtney photoshopped you and Her making out and sent it to seth" I tell him
"What the fuck?" He says "she has a mental issue."
"No kidding."
"I would of been at practice but I had a temperature of 98 and my mom freaked out."
"Your mom made you stay home at a one degree higher than a normal temperature but she lets Ian practically live with you guys and your girlfriend come over when nobody is home." I point out
"My moms so weird." Noah agrees
"I'd rather my mom be weird than never talking to me. I feel bad for Luke, in three years one week and three days I'll be moved out."
"Why three years one week and three days?" He asks
"That'll be my eighteen birthday" I reply
"So your birthday is in one week and three days?"
"Yeah."
"Noted."
There's two minuets till the bell rings so we both go to our classes. Grace is sitting there on her phone
She won't talk to me cause seth used her for me... it isn't even my fault but what ever.
As soon as the bell rings and science is over I get out of the class before most people can even close there note book full of pointless notes.
Ian meets me outside the class room and we go into langue arts. The teacher glares at us since Ian has gotten us kicked out 4 times and it's only September.
"Class today we will be writing letters to The president of ...." The teacher starts
"North Korea!" Ian yells
"They are a dictatorship." I tell him
"The United states." The teacher finishes
"We're not in first grade." someone comments
"It's a creative writing assignment. Keep in mind the president will read these."
Ian's pov
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That teachers psycho the president has presidential things to attend to not time to sit down and read a high school letters and if he did he sure as hell wouldn't read letters from leaping lemurs high.
Here is what I wrote in my letter
Dear Obama,
Sup? My name is Ian and I enjoy the company of my fridge and friends.
Do you wear the same suit every day or you you have multiple? Either way you look great... yes homo.
Signed - swag
I show it to Bella while I read hers
Hi. once I join a dci group junior year then four years later go to college I'll be in the national band. I'll be a pretty famous tuba player so you may wanna keep this letter it'll be worth a fortune some day. I know somebody is only accepted when somebody dies.. is there a tuba player who is willing to quit or die in about 7-10 years?
Yours truly, Bella Vaughn.
"Ian what if somebody at the White House reads this? Yes homo? You'll be taken to a mental hospital ." Bella says
"Maybe we will room together if a tuba player suddenly dies yours truly Bella Vaughn. " I reply.
"Can boys and girls room together at a mental hospital? "Bella asks
"No. luckily I'll be sharing a room with a boy."
"Yes homo?" She asks
"Yes homo." I agree
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Bella's pov
In study hall I sit alone as seth and I haven't been talking. but today he sits down next to me.
"Are you a weeping angel because I cannot take my eyes off you." seth says
I glare at him but then cave in "You make my heart beat in cut time."
"Aw bae." seth says in a preppy girl voice
"Look who decided to talk to me" I comment
"Well you are mine so." He replies
"Your what? Im Noahs."
"No your mine. just mine."
"No." I argue. Seth picks up my arm and licks it
"I licked you. so you're mine."
"Yeah alright. But now I'm going to be back to being mad at you for giving me a solo then insulting me in front of the whole band." I turn away from him immaturely
"What? triplets aren't hard and your amazing at tuba"
I turn back around "teach me please !!"
"Sneak into the band room shall we?"
I nod. The teacher is on a tablet not looking so we dart out the door
Even if it's not necessary we run the whole way until we reach the band room.
"I can't play sousa so I'm gonna teach you the rhythm on sax and you can repeat it." Seth says walking to a band locker and getting his saxophone out while I take Mr.Williams tuba off the hook and stand by seth, I set the music on a stand in front of us.
He plays the triplets and I repeat them
"Good try to play the whole solo now." he says
I do, triplets are rough but I did it.
The band doors open and Ian walks in
"Skipping social studies and coming to band." he states
"We have study hall and I'm helping her with her solos."
"LAME! " Ian yells just as party rock anthem begins playing on his phone. He starts dancing and me and Seth still work on triplets.
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I had no clue how to end this chapter so excuse how weird it is.
But I'm staying at my cousins house in Georgia when I live in New York and it's so boring here they have slow wifi and judge me when I want to stuff my face.
MY TUBA IS IN NEW YORK AND IM STUCK IN GEORGIA. TUBA WITHDRAW!!!
Also if someone wanted to read this 239 times so I could get to 1k reads that'd be great
Goodbye. jk duces.
