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You know how they say you shouldn't judge a book by its cover? Yeah, that's exactly what happened.
Stupid dirty freak ended up actually being a good violinist and annoying the shit out of me. I can't stand it at all. Not only did I fail, I'm shallow too. God.
It's the middle of the night and I can't get to sleep right now. My mind won't slow up at all because I can't get that guys face out of my head or his music or the fact that he made my heart stop for a moment...Even admitting that to myself makes me feel like an idiot. Why would someone like him do that to me? I'm not even into guys to begin with.
Maybe it was just because he was so happy holding his violin at that moment. Yeah, it has to be that! I was just shocked by how much attention he put into caring for his instrument. It's nothing more than that!
But I still can't forget his smile. If only he'd look at me like that...
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"What...am I doing here this early?"
I'm standing outside the locked orchestra room doors before 7:00AM without any obvious reason. Well, I have a reason, but I won't let myself admit it. I couldn't admit it to anyone lest I be harassed for the rest of my life.
But the silence of the hallway is sort of soothing. A lot of the time people don't come by the music classrooms since they're not exactly the most popular classes to take, and even more so because they're in the very corner of the school beyond even the janitors office. And it's even quieter than it is at home, so I feel a little better being here alone.
I didn't get a wink of sleep last night and I'm starting to feel it. I even went and got myself some energy drinks to help me last through the day, but that might not last. And if I can make it through orchestra I can slack off for the rest of the day. There's nothing to be worried about at all.
I freeze up as I hear footsteps approach, but there was never anything to get worried over since it was just the band conductor. He was right: I really do need to lighten up.
No. I won't let him be right. He can't be, he just can't. All he is is an annoying, lazy freak who can't even maintain his own train of thought for more than a few moments. I still can't imagine why he got to be concert master.
But...he is a fairly good violinist...Athough I hate to admit it. Maybe if I hadn't messed up it wouldn't be like this: I wouldn't be angry at him for sitting next to me and maybe I wouldn't have such a hard time admitting to myself that he has talent. But my pride always gets the better of me and I'm back to thinking of him as someone who just happens not to find this stuff hard. It has to be as simple as that?
I'm so lost in thought that I don't hear the footsteps approaching until a hand reaches out and ruffles my hair. I blush as I look up to see the green haired freak I had been thinking about the entire time, asking myself a million questions without simple answers.
"Morning," he says with a smile. "Tired? You look like you'd been caught in the middle of an embarrassing dream.
"O-oh?" My voice cracked suddenly and I clear my throat for good measure. "I just didn't expect to see you here this early?"
"Question or statement?"
I look at him, confused.
"Was that a question or a statement?" he clarified somewhat. "You said it as if you were asking a question."
Still confused, I say, "Yeah, I think I really am tired, so if you would just go somewhere else I could get away with another half hour of sleep, hm?"
But instead he sits down right next to me, taking up much of my personal space. "Don't mind me. I won't say a word even if you decide to use me as a pillow."
I roll my eyes and lean my head against the wall instead. He was too close, and I can barely stand him with a few feet between us in class. That's just like him, making a point to annoy me whenever we're around each other. He doesn't say anything, though, and for a moment I slipped out of my concentration and thought about how nice it would be to lean against him and take in his warmth for just a few minutes..."Shit! I forgot I had to talk to a teacher this morning! I should go do that!"
As I run off to find some place where he wouldn't show up, I don't take a chance to look back. But, somewhere inside me, I secretly wished he would grab my hand and keep me from running off.
Ivan: I do not think like that! Dammit I'm outta here...
Theo: He'll be back~ It's just like the whole Waffles thing again...
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I feel like I should draw something for this...But I'm too lazy ^^|| More awkwardness from Ivan's point of view. He kinda makes Theo look like a slob, but he's fussy about things like this (probably doesn't want his orchestra full of lazy people who wear sweats and yoga pants to concerts)...So, tell me if you like it, yeah? Imma go write an essay now so wish me luck!
Theo: He'll be back~ It's just like the whole Waffles thing again...
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I feel like I should draw something for this...But I'm too lazy ^^|| More awkwardness from Ivan's point of view. He kinda makes Theo look like a slob, but he's fussy about things like this (probably doesn't want his orchestra full of lazy people who wear sweats and yoga pants to concerts)...So, tell me if you like it, yeah? Imma go write an essay now so wish me luck!
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Ok finally got around to reading the first part, and this one...
It's a very nice story: can't wait for Pt. 3
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It's a very nice story: can't wait for Pt. 3
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