The bell for 4th period rings as I slide into my seat at the back of the class. This is probably my favourite class of the day, as I have music, and we really don't have to do much work and are allowed to have headphones in when we do.

The class slowly starts filling up with more people, I don't really pay attention to my surroundings as a like to write lyrics in my notebook, the teacher doesn't really mind as it is music related. I get dragged out of my thoughts as the teacher brings the class to attention.

"Nice to see that most of you are here today after the storm yesterday, we have a song being preformed as Phil is the first one done his project." She states. Our project for the month was to have a song written and have music to it as well, it's about half way through the month and I haven't even started, I really should, but knowing me, I'll write it the night before and fail the assignment. Phil slides out of seat, holding a sheet of music while heading up to the piano. I didn't even know that he was in our class, then again, I don't know much of anyone in my classes. Phil awkwardly clears his throat as he places his fingers on the appropriate keys, I brace myself for horrific key slamming as a whole lot of this class is rubbish at music. But I'm quite surprised with what comes.

"You light up the room you stand in

with your illuminating smile,

your gentle steps gracefully

lead your way.

And though you may not know it,

you are loved

oh so very loved,

by someone closer than you think.

And although they hope and pray

that someday,

you figure out the truth.

They sit in silence

and think lovely about you.

And although they know

that you don't understand,

they'll gladly take your hand

and lead the path.

And though you may not know it,

you are loved

oh so loved,

by someone closer than you think."

Phil smiles slightly as he stared down at the keys for a moment, the class claps, but not as much as he deserves. He surprised me, his voice was deep and smooth, almost like melted chocolate. I cringe at how cheesy my mind is being. I watch as Phil grabs his music off the piano and sit back down at his designated seat. I watch as he pulls the sleeves of his jumper over his hands and places them inbetween his knees, head down. I can't believe I never noticed him, he was, to say the least, gorgeous. His eyes were a colour I couldn't even place my finger on, and perfect mix of silver, blue, and purple. They contrasted perfectly with his dark hair and pale skin-

"Howell?" I hear my teacher call, I shake my head slightly and look over to her.

"Yes ma'm?" I answer.

"If you would kindly stop staring at Philip and focus on the task at hand, that would be wonderful." I realize that since Phil had finished his song, I had literally been gawking at him from across the room. I blush and stare at my page, starting to scribble my favourite lyrics across it, I peek out from my fringe and see Phil blushing an amazing dark pink. I giggle to myself; cute.

Soon, after many lyrics later, the bell rings signifying the end of class and I quickly shove my notebook in my bag and sling it over my shoulder. I spot Phil placing his pencils in his case and I walk hesitently over.

"Um.." Well way to go Dan, that was a great start. He looks up at me, startled, and blushes almost harder than he had earlier, and that is saying something. "I, um… I'm sorry for awkwardly staring at you earlier, I hope I didn't weird you out or anything." He smiles.

"Not at all! I mean.. it's okay, whatever." He starts fiddling with the ends of his sleeves again, he really should stop, it's cute and distracting and I'm trying to make a point.

"I really liked your song, by the way, it's was really beautiful."

"Thanks!"

"Is it real?"

"What?" he questions.

"I mean was it based on you."

"Oh… yes, yeah, it was." He looks down at his feet.

"Ah, well." I start, wondering how to word it, "I hope that person realizes that you like them."

"Yeah," he says, smiling, even though there's a hint of sadness in his eyes, "me too."