A quick conversion;

Y/N= your name

C/N= crushes name

Y/I= your instrument (if you don't play one, just make up one)

C/I= crushes instrument (diddo)

Band/orchestra= I couldn't think of a good way to include both groups, this is just what I thought worked the best. These are the two instrumental groups at my school, so I wanted to use them.

Okay, now it's time for the story;

I got to band/orchestra, right at the bell. That was close. I sped to my chair and unpacked my Y/I as fast as I could. Our teacher started class, first with warm-ups, and then making us play the 4-measure section that we had earlier marked as the "most challenging part of the music". To me, all of it was the most challenging. By no means was I an expert in band/orchestra. First up was C/N. I didn't really know him; he was first chair, so a low-life like me should never have talked with one of such importance. He didn't say it, but I knew he was probably thinking, "I don't really get challenged by anything, but whatever". That smile on his face was way too confident. But, when he got up and played, I knew why he seemed better than everyone else. He was. When C/N played, I swear, I could have died (but of course I didn't, I'm too dignified for that). He didn't hit a single wrong note. When he finished, the whole class cheered. But it shouldn't have just been a school group. It should have been the entire audience for a symphony orchestra.

C/N radiated pride. He bowed and said "Thank you, thank you," and his voice sounded like angels singing - okay, maybe more like and eighth-grade boy who just hit puberty, potato/tomato.

And then the director called, "Y/N". The moment was ruined.

I hadn't heard all of the people performing after C/N because I was too busy gawking at him.

Oh, woe is me; I was up next.

*We are having technical difficulties. All of our sound equipment has broken due to the shrill squeaking sound released by Y/N's instrument. Please hold. (Author's note: Okay, I'm honestly sorry to anyone reading this who is good at playing music. Please excuse my rude writing.)

(Time skip) A week later;

I ran over to the school bus. Why can't I ever be on time? I sprinted into place behind the other kids at my stop. Once I got inside, the bus driver said, "Y/N, you have a new seat," and pointed to a spot near the back. I quickly walked over to it, paying no attention to the person who was already there. When I was finally about to sit down, I saw C/N slouching with his phone in his hand. In my head a panic attack and a congratulations party were melded together.

"Ummmm, hi?" I managed to squeak out.

"Oh, hey Y/N" He replied casually. He scooted over a bit, letting me sit down. I desperately tried to get my backpack off without bumping it into C/N or the people in the seat next to us. I'm not sure if the awkwardness was just in my head or not, but I was happy that he wasn't annoyed at my existence. That was definitely a good thing. My performance in band/orchestra gave him no valid reason not to hate me.

The ride to school was silent, besides the kids on the bus chattering, and the sound of YouTube videos blaring because people didn't care to put in headphones, and the high pitched argueing of the girls a grade below us, and I seemed to be paying attention to everything besides the fact that I was sitting next to C/N. And... if I wasn't crazy... was he scooting closer to me? No... that had to be my overactive imagination. But, that warm feeling surging through me was very real.

The bus stopped sharply, making everyone on it flinch a bit. If C/N was disappointed that we were bumped apart, he didn't show it. I sighed.

School seemed very boring that day. I went through my classes, anxious and elated for band/orchestra. I wasn't particularly talented at any of the music we were playing, but C/N was awesome. When the bell finally rang, I quickly gathered my things and went straight to the music room. I was the first one there, so I got out my instrument and started frantically writing notes and reminders in my music. A flat, F, G...

Then my I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. I looked behind me to see C/N smirking at me.

"That's B flat, not C," he stated in a matter-of-fact kind of way. He moved his chair next to mine and started erasing and re-writing the wrong notes I had marked. The audacity! But to be honest, I appreciated it. I already knew that I was bad at music, so his criticism did nothing to impact my low self-esteem. Oddly enough, C/N seemed more endearing and caring than rude. Like maybe he actually wanted me to do well.

"Ta-da!" C/N exclaimed when he was done. I loved when he smiled. Especially when it was at me.

I practiced a bit before class, and while I was playing, C/N stole the sheet music from another player's stand and started blaring out as loud as possible. His several mistakes gave me a bit of hope that I wasn't alone. I couldn't help but laugh, and soon after, C/N was forced to stop playing and bend over and laugh with me.

What happened next was a phenomenon that I will never be able to reason. We both finally had to sit up and catch our breath, and C/N hugged me. Yes, he actually purposefully hugged me. I hugged back and enjoyed the moment that should have lasted much longer than it did. I heard a few "oooh"s coming from the room, but I truly didn't care. The world seemed perfect for maybe ten seconds, until the teacher said we had to start on our first piece.