Math class had gone by quickly along with, science and history. At this time, (Y/N) met up with (F/N) for lunch. Walking to the lunch room was slow. They had taken the long way there, which passed many classrooms, one being the music room. Hearing music from that room (it's the music room.. Of course you're gonna hear music) (Y/N)'s attention had been snatched away from (F/N) and to the sound.
It was the beautiful sound of a guitar. Completely ignoring (F/N)'s protest about going to eat, (Y/N) went inside the room following the sound that was attracting her. As she went inside, the music didn't stop. (Y/N) looked around the room, in search of a piano. Once her (E/C) eyes landed on the instrument emitting the beautiful sound, she saw who had been playing it.
He was beautiful. Absolutely gorgeous. He had brown hair, with brown eyes. As plain as that would look on other people, he made it look special. His hair was all messy as though he had just woken up but, had made it. It was an organized kind of messy.
As he finished the piece, he looked up making his and (Y/N)'s eyes meet. She thought she would die. His brown eyes radiated with love and affection to her. Though, (Y/N) thought it was just the hint of the light making her see things. She smiled. It was the first genuine smile she had given in years. She thought it was the perfect event.
But then that was interrupted by someone else. Another boy. He also had brown hair except he had blue eyes. Now this boy, (Y/N) knew. He was in her science class. His name was Spencer Smith.
"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?"
"Um, I heard someone playing a guitar and came to check it out"
"Oh yeah, that was Ryan. He plays amazing doesn't he?" His name's Ryan?
"Yeah, he's great." (Y/N) faced Ryan, "Where'd you learn to play like that?"
Ryan looked down and started to mess with his fingers, "My, uh, my parents put me in, um, piano lessons when I was younger."
"Well, I'm glad they did. You're amazing at it" And with that, (Y/N) turned and walked away. As she did so, she heard some of the conversation the boys made.
"Why the hell you sweating, man?"
"I-i don't know."
"Oh. I see what's going on here."
"No you don't. Because there's nothing going on."
"Mhm. I believe you"
So sorry I haven't updated this story. I actually just got a job! Also, please point out any mistakes and don't forget to comment!
-Dana
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