A/n: I decided that A Mixed Bag wasn't as great as I wanted it to be, so I redid it.

3rd Person POV

Love. Just the simplicity of this very word can make foundations tremble, hearts to break or to become fixed, or in some cases...insanity. However, for Y/N L/N, the second statement is held to be true.

Flashback

"Y/N, did you even hear a word I said?" The voice of his best friend had reached his ears, however, Y/N's mind was somewhere else. "Earth to Y/N! What is wrong with you today?" It was then that Y/N's best friend, Quentin, decided to trace his gaze. "What could you be staring...oh no." That was the sound of worry and Quentin had the right to be so. It would seem that his friend had not only been focused on something, or rather someone astonishing...but he had been focused on something unobtainable.

"Y/N, don't tell me..."
"..."
"You aren't even listening to me."
"..."
"...I wonder if Mrs. Thomas is collecting our essays today..."
"What?!"

Quentin chuckled softly as he saw Y/N nearly fall over "Relax. I was just making sure you weren't a shell of yourself. Now why are you so focused on her?"

"On who?"
"Vanessa." Y/N froze for a moment.
"I-I... I don't know what you're-"
"Cut the shit L/N. You and I both know that I can read you like a damn book."
"...Do you think she would settle for me?"
"...Honest opinion?"
"Of course."
"F-U-C-K. N-O. What does that spell?"
"...Why not? I mean, I'm a pretty nice guy. I get my work done, my grades are great and..."
"And you don't do anything that could really interest her."

Y/N sighed, resting his head on the palm of his hand "But I could always find something. Maybe I could try to do something artistic. I heard she loves art."

"So does 96% of this damn school."
"Music?"
"Can you sing? Play guitar? Drums? Steel Pan? Piano? Violin?"
"I... No." (If any of you can, that's fantastic by the way.)
"Look, it's not that I like to put you down-"
"Sure seems that way."
"If you'd let me fucking finish you'd know what I was going to say. Anyways, it's not that I like to put you know, but I'm just trying to be realistic."

Quentin's words seem to bring a look of hurt across Y/N's face. For a moment, Quentin frowned. He didn't mean to make his friend upset after all. "But what do I know? I've never had a girlfriend in my entire life so I could be dead wrong." Y/N turned to Quentin to see him shrug "If I prove you wrong...you have to sing in front of the whole school when prom comes up." Y/N smirked the moment he saw Quentin rub the back of his neck "Just get up and talk to her you asshole..."

Y/N's eyes went to the spot where Vanessa was sitting, only to find it empty. "Or...maybe not."

Time Skip

Like most of the students at his school, Y/N was fond of culinary. Not only did he get to eat the cookies and other varies snacks he made, but the apple of his eye happened to be his partner. However, she hadn't come in yet. Perhaps she was doing something more important. "Hey Y/N!" The poor boy almost dropped the flour in his hand. "W-Wendy don't do that!"

"Why not? I thought it was funny." Y/N placed the flour on to the table, sighing "To me it wasn't..."

"Aw, don't be like that N/N."
"...Don't call me that please."
"Party pooper. Anyways, where's your partner at? Is she late...again?"
"Sadly."
"This is why you should've been my partner. We could've been having a flour fight or eating cookie dough."
"If we had a flour fight we'd be here cleaning up everything. And... that cookie dough thing doesn't sound so bad. Where's your partner?"
"Puking up cookie dough."
"..."
"Yeah she can't handle it for some reason."

Wendy hopped up on the table, swinging her feet softly "Mind if I tell you something N/N?" The teen sighed, obviously annoyed at the nickname Wendy gave him. "Go ahead Wendy." Their eyes met for a moment and Wendy smiled. However, this smile was different from all the playful and mischievous ones she usually held. "I... I wanted to tell you-"

"Sorry I'm late everyone!" Vanessa quickly rushed towards the table, panting as if she ran from her home all the way to the school. "I needed to help Ms. Emily in her Workshop class..."

"Way to ruin everything..." Wendy mumbled. Luckily, nobody heard her.