NOTE: This is NOT a Pitch Perfect fan fiction, however, the website didn't have the movie I had written about available, so I put it under this category. This is based on the 2007 movie, Rocket Science, starring Anna Kendrick, an underrated indie film. (I strongly recommend watching it if you haven't. You do not, however, need to have watched the movie to understand this fan fiction) I have created my own character as the protagonist and changed several details about the movie. The protagonist's thoughts will be written in italics. Thank you for taking your time to read my story, I hope you like it, I genuinely put a lot of effort into creating these pieces. Enjoy and let me know what you think in the review section :)

Chapter I.

I stood in the hallway, looking down, in front of me, at her feet and the white tile beneath them. It was just she and I.

"Ben."

I picked my head up and looked into her blue eyes. Ginny. Somehow, I knew her name was Ginny. The corners of her mouth curved into a subtle smile while she tilted her head. She moved closer to me, maintaining eye contact and that modest smile. I stood, just looking at her as she looked at me and time seemed to suspend like a mist around us. I was unafraid. Someone was looking into me, and I was unafraid. This moment seemed so surreal; devoid of vague, muddled feelings. This moment, feeling only so clearly towards her. All I could do was look at this girl and let out a breath with such suppression of the heart and respond, simply, with a smile. She put her arms around my neck as I let my hands fall naturally around her waist. Her brown hair was in a ponytail so I could plainly see the details of her face: narrow nose, thin lips, and slightly puffy cheeks. She was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She was wearing an unzipped brown hoodie with a dark blue tank top underneath, and her upper body was resting lightly on mine. I felt my heart beating in the left side of my chest. Not pounding, or racing, just beating. I let out a sigh and my vision became lighter and lighter, blotting out the details within the background in white, until it slowly spread closer and closer, forming an aura around her, until it finally enveloped her as well, making her disappear within my arms.

I woke up to my bedroom ceiling, and the rotating fan attached to it. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight leaking through the window's shade slits. I turned my head towards the nightstand. The clock displayed, in large red digits: 3:46am.

"Thank god, it's not 6"

I rolled over and burrowed my face into my pillow and faded quickly back into unconsciousness…