Cyrus and I were texting all day on Sunday. It was mainly about small, random stuff. He started texting me first, sending me a meme. It was a meme about when the weekend ended, but I still had homework, which I responded to by saying Mood sending a gif of a guy nodding and wearing glasses. Then, we continued texting.

We did talk about drama homework at one point. Even the assignment that was due in environmental science class. Cyrus needed clarification. It was funny since it was super easy, so I helped him.

When Monday morning came, I just wanted to lay in bed all day. My dad's call to get up got me out of bed. I ran down the stairs, knowing I lost time by staying in bed extra long today.

"Morning!" I greeted my parents as I sat at the table to see a plate of toast and eggs with fruit staring back at me. I inhale all my food, knowing I may be late to school.

"Luna, have you been working on your songs?" My dad asks, lifting the paper down from his face.

I finish swallowing my food. "I have not worked on my songs in a while." which is true. I have not opened my writing journal in a couple of weeks. I was busy practicing with the band and homework, and Cyrus was on my mind when I didn't want him to be.

"I don't want you to lose focus, Luna. Yes, we moved for our jobs, but we don't want you to lose focus on what you want." My dad is very calm as he said this, but the look he gave, I swear he could kill someone with it.

"I know I am not. I've just been busy with the band and homework."

My mom comes over and puts her hand on my dad's shoulder. "Honey, she knows. Let her be a teenager. She gets much practice in the band and helps them with their songs."

My dad looked surprised as if he did not know this information. "Really? You help them with their songs?"

I nodded my head and started to stand up from my seat. "Yep, they wanted me to play guitar in their band at first, but they noticed I am good at making songs sound better. I am off to school!"

I am about to leave out the front door before I look back at my parents. "Don't worry, I got this." Then I step out the front door.

When I got to school, the whole school was covered in the school colors to celebrate the hockey team's win. It was a little overwhelming with all the colors.

Walking into the first period, many students had a lot of energy, like how, on a Monday morning, I took my seat next to Rachel. Her head was on the table, lying on her arms. "Tired?" I ask as I pull my books out and the homework due today.

Rachel lifts her head off her arms. "Morning practice killed today," she answers before putting her head back down.

"Good morning, class!" Ms. Oaks booms as she walks into the classroom. Rachel sits up in her chair. "Please pass your homework up."

I was about to hand my homework to Cyrus to pass it up to the front of the classroom, but I noticed he was not there. His chair was empty. Rachel takes my homework with hers and passes it to the girl who sits in front of her.

"Mr. Jackson is sick of something?" Rachel whispers to me.

I just shrugged. I had no idea. I could text Cyrus. Maybe I will later.

During lunch, Kavin and Anne whined that they missed the hockey game. "Luna asked you guys if you wanted to go, but you couldn't," Rachel answered, irritated.

"I know! I wish I could have gone." Anne pouted.

"We did get a lot of studying done." Kavin chimed in.

"Yes, and not really!" Anne broasted out. She was staring at Kavin, not letting go of his eye contact. Kavin's cheeks started to turn red. Then he turned away from Anne's eyes to look up words.

Anne turned away from him, and her face was full red. Rachel and I looked at each other, knowing something had happened between them, but we were not going to ask them what happened.

I look over at Emma. She is next to Anne like always. Emma, give her a look like what happened? Emma shrugged, looking as lost as I and Rachel were.

Emma looked over to Anne. Anne had her hands both on her cheeks. Emma was about to say something. Anne stares at Emma before Emma can ask her question. Anne had her hand over her mouth. "Shhh, no!" Anne stared like she was about to take Emma to the ground."

"I will tell you later!" she hissed quietly.

That's when I decided to see how Kavin would react. "Kavin, how was your weekend? Sides from studying."

He moved his eyes towards me. "I had a good weekend. It was calm and interesting." He blushed.

I stared at him with my famous smile. "What was so interesting?" I questioned.

"No-nothing! Does it matter!?" Then he got up from the table even though the back of his neck was red.

"You were pushing it," Rachel speaks.

"Sorry, I could not help myself." I shyly smile.

Anne stuck her tongue at me, then got up from the table and went in the same direction as Kevin.

As I walked to Drama class. I texted Cyrus, asking him if he was okay since he was not in first-period class. When I walked into drama class, I heard a bunch of loud laughing. I turn to see the hockey boys laughing over something. I skimmed their faces, knowing only a couple of their names. Then I had to do a double take, and my eyes landed on Cyrus laughing along with them.

I moved my eyes away from them and kept walking to my seat. As I sat down, I heard my phone go off. I pulled it out to see I got a text from Cyrus. The text read. He had an appointment this morning. That's why he was not in today's first period or half of his classes.

Then my phone goes off again. Cyrus sent another text. Did you miss my charming attitude today?

I chucked a little. I'm thinking for a minute before I respond, saying: Not at all. Just wanted to make sure you were alive and not in a ditch somewhere. Send

Not even a minute later, I got a response. That's sweet of you. I am very much alive. Always be here for you anytime you may need it.

That's when my cheeks started to burn. It's unfair how Cyrus can act so charming sometimes.

After drama classes, I went to the ceramic art room to work on my project that was to be done soon. Since the school day was done for the day. The classroom was free for students to work on their projects. The ceramic room was dead empty. Yes, I had the whole room to myself, I thought.

I dropped my bag on the floor and started to take out my project. It was covered in trash bags to keep the clay still wet to work with. While also grabbing my bucket of clay tools off my shelf.

I then put my over-the-ear headphones on and started playing PVRIS. They have been on repeat the last couple of weeks for me. I began to hand-build, adding to the vase I was making.

I was in the zone working on my piece. Then, I was startled by the movement on the table. I look up and over to see Cyrus placing a trash bag of art on the table across from me.

I look up and take off my headphones. I got one side of my headphones covered in clay.

"What are you doing here?" I question him.

"I could ask you the same thing." he jokes. "looks like we are both here to work on our art projects."

"I did not know you were taking ceramic classes?"

"Well, you never asked."

I rolled my eyes in irritation. Cyrus sat across from me and took his trash bag off his work. It looked like a mud poop.

"What are you making? That looks like a mud hill." I chucked.

"Rude, but that's so true. We are supposed to be making a closed vase, but I think I am failing. If you can't tell, I am better on the ice than with art." Cyrus laughed.

"I can see that. Your clay looks overwet. You're using too much water. The walls must be too weak. That's why it looks like a hill."

He moves his head to the side to see where I am pointing at his piece. "Can you help me save it? I don't have time to start from the beginning. He stares at me and then puts his hands together like he is prying. Pleaseeeee!"

I roll my eyes. "Sure, only because you're a worthless hockey boy who knows nothing about art."

"Yes, please! I have no idea what I am doing."

I take his piece and place it by the fan. I look back at him, watching me. "Place it by the fan to stiffen it up," I answer.

He nodded." so what do I do as I wait? I can watch you work on your very cool vase." he smiles.

I sit back down in my chair. "Or you can make something yourself, maybe a new piece to replace the poop hill."

"My poop hill!?" he laughs, almost falling out of his chair. "Okay, I will give it a try. Hopefully, it's not as bad as the first hill I made."

Cyrus takes out this clay and starts working on a new piece. We worked silently until I looked at Cyrus's work to see it lying over.

"What's happening over there with your work! It's leaning tower over there."

"Why can't I get this right!" he cries. I can see a spark of frustration in his ocean eyes like the sea is about to crash into the dark green sea.

"Would you like some assistance?" before he could answer, I was already standing beside him to help.

A couple minutes later, it was no longer a leaning tower. "Man, you fixed that so fast! Are you also a wised of ceramics I don't know about?"

I laugh. "Not really. I am just good with my hands." I was about to get up from my seat to feel a grab on my hand.

"Can you sit by me for a bit more?" Cyrus stares up at me. "Can you show me how you did that cool texture on your vase?"

I sit back down. Cyrus is still holding my hand. "Sure, but you must let go of my hand first." I joked.

He then realized he still had my hand and let go of it. "Sorry," he apologized, looking at his work.

I showed him some textures he could do. After explaining it, he asked me to do one side of his piece. As I was making the tureture. Cyrus was trying to copy me, and our hands bumped each other.

I look at him and notice he did that on purpose. "Thanks for helping me." he smiles.

"You're welcome." I take my hand away from his ceramic piece. The last place I thought I would see Cyrus was here, but he did not seem his annoying charming personality for once. I prefer this side of him more, the boy who messes up his art project.

"Oh yeah, I turn to face Cyrus. I can tell you the homework for science class since you missed it this morning." I get up to find my notes. First, I wash my hands to get the clay off them.

I find them. "Can I have your notebook?" I ask. Cyrus nods, digs out his notebook, and hands it to me.

I started to write down my notices from class and the homework. "I should miss class more so I can have your notes." Cyrus chucked.

"Well, most have been important if you had to miss class," I say, closing the notebook and handing it back to him. He takes it from my hand.

"Yes, doctor's apartment. Not my favorite thing to do."

"Oh, I don't like going to the doctor either."

He just nods. I got the feeling he did not want to talk about it, so I changed the topic. "Is your family doing anything for Thanksgiving?"

He lifts his head and starts to think. "My family goes to my cousin's house. I get to see my cousins, uncles, and ants. It's fun. I don't see them a lot. How about you?"

I tilted my head, not knowing the answer. My family is still new in town. We don't have any other family in the city. "We will probably do something at my house, just me and my parents. We don't have any other family in town, plus we don't have time to fly to see family members. It's a low-key holiday in my family." I joke.

"That's fair." he smiles.

My phone rings. I dig out my phone from my pocket. Its Rain. "Hello?" I say, answering the phone. "Luna, where are you? You are late to practice." I then slap my hand to my forehead. Shit, I forgot about practice today.

"I am so sorry, I forgot I will be there in 20 minutes. You guys can start without me. I will see you soon." then I hung up the phone.

I start to wrap up my vase and place everything on my shelf. I also turn off the fan on Cyrus's first piece, or it will be bone dry.

"I got to go. I am late for band practice," I say to Cyrus as I pack my headphones in my bag.

Right when I was about to turn to leave, Cyrus was there, and he pointed to my forehead. "You know you should not hit yourself when you forget something. Treat yourself with more respect."

I placed a hand where he had pointed my forehead. I nodded, "Okay." I look up at him. "I will try." I smile.

He gives me a little smile back. "Now go, Luna, or you will be more late."

I walk past Cyrus, turning a little. "See you tomorrow," I call out.

"See you tomorrow, Ms. sweet Luna."

Then I ran out of the run out of the ceramics room.