I’m playing my guitar alone, in the band room. It’s lunch, and no one else is in there. They’re so.. attractive. But I barely know anything about them, it’s not like I can just randomly talk to them everyday. I sigh, and play one of the popular songs of Weezer, Buddy Holly. I sing silently to myself, not noticing you leaning on the door frame, at all.
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