Hello everyone! This is my new fanfic. Seeing as I am(or was) in marching, I thought it fitting to write this little thing up. It's partly true, partly made up. A few of the names have been changed. Some of this actually happened to me, so it was pretty easy to write. This does take place in Texas, and oh it was hot this summer. It's strang because reliving it all makes me think it's summer again. What I would give for a summer day at the beach right now... Okay, here ya go, hope to have more soon. Enjoy!!

Note: It's told from two point of views. The seperation means it's changed. Obvioulsy. I'll try and write whose who, but no promises.

Lily

I glanced around. The heat form the Texas summer sun shown down on top of her head with a terrible force, my sunglasses were not doing much to block the light. It was the hottest summer on record for the last 50 years and what was I doing? Marching, of course. I am Lily Williams, flautist, librarian, officer, senior. I watched as my freshmen marched to the beat of my hands clapping steadily. They were doing better, having only been at it for a few hours. It was Fish Camp and only officers and freshmen were there. Lucky band, get to sleep in one more day.

"Alright. Liz, hun, you're a little late on the beat. Chels, you're too early. Other than that guys, you're doing great! I'm really proud of y'all." My southern drawl started to come out.

The echoes of the other freshmen, split by instrument, rang across the parking lot. I saw the guy that I was currently crushing on(and had been for three years) take control of his freshmen. He played the sax, but was currently taking over for horns. He was also the drum major. His name: Jordan Smith.

"Okay. Let's get some water guys. I know how hot it can be." The seven girls I had control of ran off to the curb with their water.

I walked slowly to my water, already feeling its icy coolness sliding down my throat. My best friend Hannah walked over to me. She was a junior clarinet and section leader, but she was pretty cool. Her section had taken a break too, joining mine on the curb. We feel into step together, laughing at the unplanned coordination.

"So, how's it going?" She asked, picking up her water jug, long blonde hair falling in her face.

"Good. They're a little off, but that's to be expected." I replied, picking up my own water jug. My long brown hair was back in a bun, not bothering me, but my sunglasses slid to the end of my nose, slick with sweat. "What about yours?" I took a swig from my jug.

"Same. Kevin is just not getting the forward march, bless his heart." She swigged from her jug.

"Hahaha. Liz and Chels are on either side of the spectrum. They're trying. Good bunch if you ask me."

"Yeah. Have you talked to Stupid yet?" Hannah asked, referring to our special nickname for Jordan.

I sighed heavily. "No, not yet. Hannah, he doesn't even want me to be his friend. How am I supposed to talk to him when I can't even talk to him because he won't talk to me?"

"Wow. That was convoluted. You just gotta try."

"I have! That's the thing! He wants nothing to do with me!" I tried to explain to her.

"Yes he does. Who wouldn't want to get to know you?"

"Stupid! He's out to get me!"

"You're being ridiculous. He is not out to get you. He just doesn't know you."

"Because he doesn't want to! Look it's a circular argument. I gotta go." I placed my jug back on the concrete and headed off, putting my sunglasses back over my eyes. " Hey flutes! Let's go!"

The girls got up slowly, moaning about the heat. I agreed with them, seeing Jordan heading over to the curb with his horns. I smiled and waved at him, a slight breeze blowing our hair and cooling our skin. He glared at me through his aviator sunglasses. I walked over to the section of parking lot were he flutes had situated themselves, my eyes full of the sadness and unshed tears, hidden behind my sunglasses. Thank God for the person that invented these.

Later that day, the sun hiding behind clouds, the flutes called it quits. There was only one thing left to do. Teach them the traditional dismissal. They had been quite the entire day and I was trying to get them to be loud. Flutes might be delicate, but we can kick ass when it comes to it.

"Okay. Today went really well. I'm really proud of y'all and now it's time to show how proud you are of this band. We're going to be doing dismissal. I want you loud and proud. Got it?" I felt like a drill sergeant, pacing in front of them They cheered, not the only ones. " First thing you have to do is go to attention. Detail to the ready." They immediately came to the position, their arms in front of them, fists held at right angles slightly off their belts, heads held high. "Detail, atten-hut!" Their arms snapped to chin level, heads still high. The small scream of 'Hut!' came from the small group.

"Okay. When I say 'how are your feet' you say together. 'Stomach', in, 'chest' out, 'shoulders' back, 'elbows' frozen, 'chin' up, 'eyes' with pride, 'eyes' with pride, 'eyes' with pride. Got it? Let's try it."

We went threw the yell a few times, finally getting the hang of it. We joined the rest of the freshmen for the final dismissal. The little guys were loud, if a little of beat and out of sync. I picked up my jug from the curb heading inside. I started inside, Hannah falling instep behind me. I laughed at her. She was so weird sometimes, but I loved her.

"So...watcha doin'?" Hannah asked in a sing-song voice.

"Going home. I need to finish the last few chapters of Tess for English. Then a nap and maybe a shot of coke." I joked around.

"Haha. Very funny. You don't do coke. You switched to heroine, remember?"

"Oh, right, Sorry, It messes with my brain." I laughed, passing Jordan, my eyes roaming over him. Dear Lord, I"m pathetic.

"You are sooo pathetic, you know that?" Hannah asked as we walked into the shade of the overhang by the bandhall.

"Huh. I know Why do I even try?"

"Because there is always hope?" She replied with a question of her own, her voice light.

"Huh. Whatever, freakaziod." We entered the amazingly cold building, heading to our lockers. My sunglasses automatically went on top of my head as I passed the percussion equipment. I grabbed my purse, pulling my keys out from my locker in the very back by uniform storage. I saw Hannah by the practice rooms, going through her locker to find her purse.

"Hey, weirdo! You need a ride?" I called to her.

"Nah. I'm good. My mom's coming soon."

"Okay. See a tomorrow."

I waved, looking back at her. I bumped against someone, falling back on my butt. My legs flailed in the air as I saw who I had bumped into. Jordan. I groaned inwardly. Why today? I just wanted to get through this first day without anything going wrong. No. He has to be all good looking in that tall, smart way of his with pretty deep brown eyes that melted the soul like chocolate. What did I ever do to like a guy who hated me?

"Sorry" I apologized, grasping my head, feeling the pounding starting. My hair had fallen out of its bun, my sunglasses on the floor somewhere behind me.

"Nah, it's all my fault. Sorry." Jordan rushed, helping me to my feet. He grabbed my sunglasses and handed them to me. He's stronger than he looks.

"Thanks. Hey, have you finished Tess yet?" I'm trying, see Hannah? I'm trying.

"No, not yet. I still have the last phase. You?"

"Same." My phone buzzed. It was my mom, asking if could pick supper up on the way home. "Sorry, I gotta go. Good job today." I mumbled as I went outside.

"Same!" I barely heard it, not even registering it was him. No, it couldn't be. Jordan doesn't talk to me. I unlocked my car, throwing my things in. My bare legs relaxed as they settled into the hot as hell fabric of my seat.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I banged my head against my seat, my hands white on the wheel. I drove off, hoping that the day would end way better.

Jordan

"Hannah, what was wrong with Lily?" I asked the junior. Her messenger bag was slung across her shoulder. She was digging in it for her book. She pulled it out triumphantly.

"Haha! Muahahaha. You can't get away that easily. Hmm? Sorry, I was a little distracted."

"I said 'What's wrong with Lily'. She seemed upset."

"Girl stuff. You wouldn't be interested, Jordan."

"Uh-huh. Are you sure? I've seen her upset and she doesn't look it."

"How would you know? You ignore her and pretend you don't want anything to do with her." Her anger surprised me. It just came out of nowhere.

"No, I don't. I have always been nice to her."

"Right. And I'm Jessica Beil." She stormed off to go wait for her mom. I looked around, wandering what I did wrong.

Lily

I woke with a start. The soft summer moon stole into my room. I heard a thump as my copy of Tess of the D'Ubervilles fell off my queen sized bed. I picked my head up off my pillow and glanced at the clock on my nightstand. 9:55. I moaned. I slowly got up, walking into the living room to catch the news. My mom was about to leave for work(she works the mid-shift at DPS) when she saw me stumble halfheartedly into the room.

"Bye baby. I"ll see you tomorrow." She kissed my head as she swept by the couch. "Don't stay up too late."

"Where's Dad?" I heard snoring coming from their room. "Never mind. Bye Mom. Be careful."

I stayed up to watch something I already knew. Hot, hot and oh look, some more heat. No big surprise. I groaned at the news. I went to my room, grabbed my pajamas and took a cold shower. I lurched into bed, conking out to strange convoluted dream. Next thing I knew, my alarm was going off at 7:00. I groaned.

"Hey guys. Welcome back. We're going to have a great year, work hard and stay hydrated. I know it's hot, I know it's humid, but we gotta push through. We'll start out with the basics, then split up into groups. First, we got to stretch." He droned on and on. I loved band, but my director can be a little strange sometimes( or, maybe it's just boring seeing as I've heard this four times).

"Do you think he knows the upperclassmen aren't listening?" Hannah whispered to me.

"No." I tried to stifle my laughter. Jordan glared in our direction.

"Let's get our morning stretch in then break for a short water break." Mr. Stewart finished.

The band split into four rows, sorted by instrument, to stretch. Hannah settled in next to me on the center of the flute/clarinet row. We stuck out our left legs, bending down to touch our foot.

"He was asking about you yesterday." Hannah whispered.

"Could you save this for later? He's right there!" I whispered loudly at her. Jordan growled in our direction. "Is it me or does he seem to really hate me this year?"

"I thought you didn't want to talk about it." Hannah mocked me.

"Whatever. What did he want?" We continued to whisper for fear of Jordan hearing us.

Jordan

I could hear Lily and Hannah whispering, choosing to ignore them. Are they whispering about you? The tiny voice in my head swiftly let the thought to hang there. I wondered if they really were. I instructed the band to switch sides, enjoying the slightly painful feeling of my muscles stretching. The girls in front of me continued on. I growled at them. In reply, I received a glare from both girls. The band finished and I yelled to take a lap. Lily sprinted ahead, quickly making her way to the front.

She lost weight. She looks good. Why didn't you just text her last night?

She doesn't like you.

Now how do you know that?

I'm our feminine side. I know these things.

Well, there's always hope.

Not with her. You blew your chase two years ago.

No, I didn't. I never did anything to her.

Do you not remember when she broke down in tears after that text you sent her before graduation?

Oh. You're right. I don't have a chance. With that, the conversation ended in my head . I continued to run until I reached the curb to grab some water.

Lily

"He just asked if you were okay." Hannah panted. It was hard to talk when you were running, well jogging really fast.

"That's it? Ugh. He's still in love with Shirley so I don't know why he would ask about me." My breath was even, but the talking was getting me out of my rhythm.

"Why won't you listen to me? HE LIKES YOU!!!" She stopped for a second to gasp for breath. I continued to jog in place as she regained it.

"Could you scream it a little louder? The people in the back didn't hear you." I exclaimed as we started up again. Jordan passed us, completely oblivious. I sighed.

"You're so pathetic."

"I know." We jogged over to our water.

When lunch rolled around, I was all to thankful to get out of the hot August sun. My thick braid was soaked in sweat and my layers were starting to fall out. I pulled out the simple salad I had, sitting next to Hannah in the cafeteria. She unwrapped her sandwich methodically.

"You're such a dork."

"Yet you love me anyways."

"Yeah. If I didn't, who would?" I joked with her. "Ugh."

Shirley Binder walked up to the circular table Hannah and I were sitting at. She plopped down in front of me, her light blond hair pulled back into a ponytail swishing in front of her. I stared in disbelief. She was actually sitting here. Where she was, Jordan wasn't far behind. Speak of the devil, he plopped down next to me to sit by Shirley. The stupid sophomore. Somehow Hannah was able to hear my thoughts as she glared at me as if I as going to say something insulting. I shot her a look that said: How could you possible think I would say anything except something nice?

"Hey, I learned my lesson from Bambi." I told her out loud. Jordan and Shirley stared at me in confusion. Hannah and I giggled, knowing exactly what I was talking about. We tried to continue our conversation, but Shirley kept trying to but in. It made the whole thing awkward, especially when Jordan decided to grace us with his intellect as well. In the end, Hannah and I finished our lunch early and headed to the band hall.

I went to my locker, pulling out my newest romance novel knowing I should be working on Tess. Walking outside to sit in the shade of the overhang, I slid down the brick school wall and started reading. I became enraptured in the heart-retching story of a poor young woman made to work by the cruelty of her father, knowing she would never find love. I connected with this woman. My heart fell as I continued reading. I glanced at my phone, shrieked, then ran inside. I put my flute together in record breaking time and was in my seat before attention was called.

Jordan

I directed the band along with Courtney, the junior drum major. She stood over by Lily, trying not to hit her with her conducting. Lunch had been horrible. I had followed Shirley over to lily and Hannah's table to try to talk to them, but it was just awkward. Why did I always have to screw things up? The last note faded away as I crisply cut my hands to a stop. I looked to Mr. Stewart for direction. He lifted his head, pleasantly surprised at the sounds the band was making. I looked around. Eyes glazed over, girls playing with their hair, boys playing with their hair, cells, texting.. I rolled my eyes at the sight. I just happened to see Lily, her hair undone from its braid, in the corner of my eye. She was silently giggling about something. Aw, come on! You're a senior! Act like it! I wanted to scream it at her. She should know better,but part of me wanted to know what she was laughing at.

"Okay, let's take it from the top." I heard myself say. I turned my head, keeping a steady beat with Courtney. "One, two, three, four." The music started up.