POV: Melody

"Are you two ok?" Alan asks.

"Yeah we are fine," the guy I slammed into says.

He looks at me and I'm caught in those brown eyes. And that brown hair. I'm just like... Woah. Wait... What am I thinking.

He gets up and hands me his hand to help me stand. I get up and I'm just like.... Wow. I have a hard time standing and my legs are shaking. I think I twisted my ankle. He eventually does help me up. Ok I didn't twist anything, but I must have just been a little nervous. But about what? I mean he is just a guy. Right?

We start to walk to our next class and I trip over my own two feet (again) and apparently he was in the right spot to catch me. I feel weird inside, but I cannot trust somebody I just met right?

I know I trusted Alan, but he was in the video that I watched and I saw his eyes and how trustworthy they looked. I also saw how he loves on his two daughters and Brycie. He is a loving father and husband and (he is not bad for 30) he was patient with me. He let me speak to him with my (almost all) problems I went through and had an answer to (almost) all of them. He spoke to me through the one thing that I love, music. I used to live, breathe, and use music for everything. Ever since my problems started at home I didn't have time for music. I used to listen to my heart and played music all the time and listened to music everyday. Lately, my other school subjects seemed to get in the way of my music, but today Alan brought it back to me. When he brought out the guitar and helped me play it, I felt something in my heart play with those strings, in a good way. Those strings played music in my soul, and ran through my fingers. I wasn't the best player/ singer, but Alan did not seem to care. I hope Alan doesn't tell anybody what my voice sounds sounds like. It embarrasses me because I am not very good. I know Alan did not care, but I felt it was okay to be open around him. He was like an older brother and I liked I could trust him. I am glad he took me to the "secret escaping place." I felt safe around him.

I know the guys at this school look trustworthy, but the one I fell for was much much younger. So I don't know if he would be as trustworthy. He only looked 19ish I think. I don't trust other teens (especially teen guys) even if I trust Izzy, but we've been "sisters" since we were little. I know we've been through everything together and talked about everything and nothing. This guys seems different, but I don't want to let my heart trust a teen guy. They can sometimes be trouble.... Except he is kinda cute. Is it possible I might be having a crush on someone I just saw... No.

"Are you ok?" He asks. Alan looks at me a little worried. He knows there is something else on my mind. I will tell him later, but not right now. He might be able to help me. I did not want to worry him, but like his song said. "Locking it up tight deep inside... doesn't really seem to help." I need to let him help me and will help right? .... Then I realized I was day dreaming.

I smiled and told both of them, "I think I'm going to be just fine." Alan smiles that smile again. The other one looks at me a little confused, but sees Alan is smiling. He can't help but smile too. Them smiling makes me smile and it is a big circle of smiles. It feels good.

"Good," he says almost questions.
"Good," I reply.
"Fine."
"Fine."
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POV: Izzy

I turn to the three girls, "Ok what do you guys think is going on with the two of them? I don't have any idea, but she seems happier than she has been in a while."

"Why don't you ask YOUR boy what's up?" Mags tells me.

"Who? I don't have a 'boy' what are you talking about?" I ask nervously.

"You know which one? The player that dropped out early to see you crush Caleb.... But you HAD to be nice," Mags raised an eyebrow and laughed.

Beth gives mags a light shove as if to say "knock it off." I look around and behind me I see Tyler in the corner. He was looking and smiling at me. I couldn't help it, so I turned around and the other three noticed I was smiling.

"Told you so," she mocked.

I stuck out my tongue as she asks the guy who sneaks up behind me, "Ok what do you think is going on between Mel and your brother?"

"I don't know, but I think we should get to class before we get caught being late," he replies, "I'll tell you guys later if you want."

"Well DUH!" us girls say at once.

We all have different classes, so we spilt ways as we head off to class. I head off to Chad's class. I see Melody is in that class too, so I am excited to hear her actually sing.