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March 2 nd , 201M2020 B.C.
It been two weeks since I came over to Fangs house and she taught me to play in her room. Two weeks that I’ve done nothing BUT play through this time it was alone and not in her room. But for good reason.
That reason being Called Ripley Aaron......I enjoy living.
I look over my final grades for this semester.
I’m just barely passing in science, honestly, it’s better than what I expected.
I’ve spent most of my free time either with fang or thinking about her. It’s been a lot of fun.
Seeing this side of her that she hides away from others, well a normie might call them butterflies but it feels like I've got a whole litter of happy puppies wagging their tails against my insides. Thankfully the rope burns from the makeshift escape out of fangs room masked the calluses on my fingers.
As a minor bonus I ended up Acing music. The Midterms was just a demonstration, and the fact I’m able to play after so little time is a demonstration of how good Fang is at teaching.
Well, the end of Mid-terms meant the start of a new quarter.
I stretch my arms up above my head. Halfway through the semester and things are going pretty great! I didn’t fuck up so far and everyone in the band has accepted me as one of their own, even Trish, despite our...well terrible beginning, but we both ended up bonding about our terrible fathers.
They even let me hang out with them in the auditorium at lunch, I learned that Naomi had been the one to ask Reed to fix that old projector, apparently, she was going to use it for today’s assembly, we’ve been using it to watch pirated movies and play Reed’s Xrox.
Naomi: “why are you so deep in thought, Anon?”
Speak of the devil and she shall appear, I guess.
During Homeroom, Spears came by and announced an assembly for all the Senior classes.
Spears: “Asses in those seats, NOW!” even though it was muffled by the walls and several feet away it felt like he shouted that directly into my ear.
Naomi, obviously took the opportunity to walk with me through the hallway.
Anon: “What do you want?”
Naomi: “So, I heard you and Fang went on another date the other day.”
Why am I not surprised that she knew.
Anon: “It wasn’t a date, we were just hanging out as friends”
I wish that didn’t hurt as much to say as it does. But hopefully after today It’ll be different.
Anon: “You do anything fun with Naser lately?”
Even though I intended for that to be a dig at the two of them being too busy to do anything together but it didn’t give the reaction I wanted.
Naomi: “OH, My Naser just had another track meet! His high Jump form is so perfect! And he looks so dazzling in his track and field uniform! And his physique!”
Thankfully I've learned to tune her out, aided by the fact that she covers her face in a poor attempt to hide her blush. The less I think about Naser’s body the better.
As we reach the Auditorium I look at the back trying to spot the band.
Fang: “Over here Anon!”
Fang and Trish are sitting in the front row. Reed huddled behind a cart with the projector on top, looks like he’s still plugging it in.
Damnit. My plan won't work if I’m that far in. I decide to sit at the back, in the seat closest too the doors. Sorry guys. I'll apologise later.
Eventually the last of the Seniors trickle in no one sits next to the band, which elicits both a sigh from me and makes me feel like a bigger asshole for sitting all the way back here.
I watch as Spears takes the stage.
He pauses, making sure everyone is covering their ears before speaking.
Spears: “ALLLRIGHT! AS YOU ALL KNOW, GRADUATION’S COMMING UP SOON. WE ARE GOING TO GO OVER THAT WHOLE PROCESS, BUT FIRST THE STUDENT COUNCIL HAS A BRIEF PRESENTATION TO GIVE ON THE SUBJECT. THE FLOOR IS ALL YOUR’S STUCO.”
Spears gestures over to Naomi and Naser who jog their way up the stage and into position. Naomi brings a wireless microphone up to her snout.
She begins spouting a boring speech that she’s probably rehearsed hundreds of times in her house.
Naomi: “Why thank you, Principal Spears!”
The projector comes to life, displaying a basic slideshow title card reading, Reed said the signal for him to turn to the next slide is when Naomi crosses her fingers but from this distance, I can’t tell at all.
Naomi: “Now this is a VERY important turning point in your lives!”
Thank fully I don’t need to pay attention to what she’s saying, just the image being projected onto the wall behind her.
The slide projector showed a cute image of a penguin with a graduation cap and diploma next to some text while Naomi blabbed next to it.
There's the School mascot in a funny party hat, even has Reed’s carfe smoke coming out of the nostrils.
A line up of students, even has a token Human student for the sake of diversity.
Some Scientists and Engineers holding hands.
A triceratops holding onto a branch with the text below it saying “hang in there baby” man I wouldn’t blame anyone for falling asleep to this.
There it is, I press the connect button on the bluetooth remote I hooked up to the projector yesterday.
Before Naomi can even question it I stand up and make my way to the doors, starting the video on my way out, I don’t need to see it. Just gotta get into position.
Fang POV
I wonder why Anon decided not to sit with us up front, was he mad at us or something?
Whatever, I should probably focus on this before Spears notices I'm not looking, Naomi’s blabbing about bullshit while the projector behind her just repeats all her words. Heh at least there's a kind of cute drawing of a Triceratops hanging from a branch in the corner.
Oh great, a video. Man, this is gonna suck, wait... why does Naomi look so confused?
The video is starting.
I look at Reed, he’s just as confused.
Fang: “Hey Reed, what's with that video?”
Reed: “I don’t know, I didn’t start it.”
Fang: “Fuck do you mean you didn-”
Before I can continue the video finally loads up, showing...Anon? Walking up and sitting in front of a piano. That looks like Mr Jingo’s classroom. What's going on? I turn around to look at anon but he is nowhere to be found
I watch as in the video Anon places his hand on the Piano and starts playing.
It was just two lovers
Sittin’ in the car, listening to Blonde
Fallin’ for each other
Pink and orange skies feelin’ super childish
No Gonald Dlover
Missed calls from my mother
Like "Where you at tonight?” got no alibi
The image splits in half, Anon’s laying down in a patch of flowers, wait is that Rosa’s garden?, he’s playing the Violin, the two instruments accompanying each other as he sings.
I was all alone with the love of my life
She’s got glitter for skin
My radiant beam in the night
I don’t need no light to see you
At some point a second piano started playing. The music builds up and I feel a lump in my throat, not sure if I should stop this or run out, no one is talking, they’re all focused on the video, even Naomi and Naser aren’t moving an inch.
Shine
It’s Your Golden Hour (Ooohh)
You slow down time
In your Golden Hour! (Ooohh)
This time the violin fades along with the video only to be raplaced with him in the middle of Professor Fernsworth’s classroom, with a clapper, adding on to the piano’s pull with its own push I felt my cheeks heat up.
We were just two lovers
Feet up on the Dash, Driving nowhere fast
Burnin’ through the summer
Radio on the blast, Make the moment last
She got solar power
Minutes feel like hours
She knew she was the baddest, can you even imagine
Fallin’ like i did?
The Violin comes back, with the video of Anon laying in the garden, as well as a drum? When did he learn to play a drum? I look at the video and...wait that’s Reed’s Garage. How did he?
Reed: “so that's why he asked to use my garage last week”
For the Love of my life
She’s got glow on her face
A glorious look in her eye
My angel of light
Another space on the Video is filled in With a recording of Anon up on the school’s roof with a microphone. It soon dawns on me what the message of the song is.
I was all alone with the love of my life
She’s got glitter for skin
My radiant beam in the night
I don’t need no light to see you
The final space fills in with Anon with a guitar on a makeshift stage at Dino Moe's you can just barely make out the bottom of Uncle Moe’s head at the top of the video. This just confirms my suspicions. This is a confession, from Anon to Me.
Shine!
On Your Golden Hour! (Ooohh)
You slow down time!
In Your Golden Hour! (Ooohh)
I feel tears roll down the sides of my cheeks, he did all this, just for me. I keep watching, as the recordings of Anon fade out except for the Violin which is accompanied by a second one, the two String instruments dance together in Glorious fashion before it cuts to Anon sitting in front of the Piano once again, Playing with his back to the camera the Notes feel distorted and Lonely as the Video fades with just one message being left behind.
“Come Find me in our spot”
The Auditorium is Silent, Naomi having finally regained her composure looks between the projection, Reed and Me. I take this chance to run out of the Auditorium.
The Double doors slam open as I run through them, I look around, my vision blurry from the tears I wipe them, smudging mascara on my cheeks as I turn towards the stairs and climb them as quick as I can.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs to the Roof I see him, looking over the city on the other side of the roof, I step through the doorway where the door to the roof was, I can’t tell if he heard my footsteps or sobbing as he turns around and looks at me, his happy smile turns into a worried one as he steps forward but he isn’t able to make it far as I run at him and launch myself at him, hugging him tight.
Anon: “I guess they didn’t stop the video?”
He says wrapping his arms around me as I cry into his shoulder.
Fang: “I understood the song, It was a confession.... I fucking Love you dweeb”
Anon: “I love you too sweet tooth.”