Emma's P.O.V

I tucked my trumpet in my music case, proud to be the lead trumpet for my jazz band. I closed my case and carried it with me.

"Hey, Em!" Someone called. I turned around to see a tall man, with curly brown hair. My music teacher, Mr. Kettle.

"I'm happy that you could be lead trumpet!" He told me, with joy. I blushed and nodded my head.

"Well, you chose me! Thank you." He flicked a thumbs up to me. I smiled, and walked out of the door, to go home. But, this certain boy caught my eyes, as I turned to get a better look. He looked cute... He seemed to be putting his heavy alto sax in his case. I didn't know if he wanted help or not. I walked up to him, nervously.

"Uh, hi. You need help?" I stammered. He turned around, his beautiful brown eyes glittering.

"I'm fine, thank you!" He replied.

Ty's P.O.V

Dang, she's cute! I blushed at her beautiful face. I placed my reed in the tiny small reef case. I closed my case, and carried it.

"Is that heavy?" She queried.

"Yeah, but I get used to it." Their was an awkward silence.

"So, you in jazz band?" I asked her. She recoiled.

"Yes...How did you know."

"I heard." She giggled. Aw that sounds so cute. My headphones dropped on the floor. I blinked sheepishly and went to pick it up. But she did too at the same time, and we touched. We paused, as she quickly snatched her hand away with the headphones.

"Here." She whispered. I clipped them back on, and picked up my case again. I quickly wrote down something on a notebook. I think she saw to. We gave each other the paper. With out phone numbers.

"See you after school." She says. I guess we meet back here, I thought and walked home.

Sorry, if it was short! :( I will update soon!