AN: Hi everyone! Welcome to "You're the Only Song I Want to Hear". I hope you enjoy this chapter. Fair warning: this chapter doesn't have a lot of Jake, but I'll get to him soon!

The title is from "Soul Meets Body" by Death Cab for Cutie.

Trying something new with this fic. Each chapter's title is inspired by the name of a piano piece. Chapter 1 is "Prelude No. 15 in D-Flat Major, Op. 28 'Raindrops'" by Chopin. If you'd like to listen to that song while you're reading, that'd be kinda cool.

Either way, enjoy! I always really appreciate your comments and support. Thank you!

No. 1: Amy – Raindrops

Amy Santiago was sitting at her new dorm room desk as she carefully organized her school bag for the first day of classes. She had two classes for the next day. One was an intro to statistics class, which was just a GE, but the other was "Art in Renaissance Venice", one of her major classes. Amy couldn't help but smile as she delicately placed two mechanical pencils, three pens (black ink, blue ink, and red ink), an eraser, and highlights in every color in her pencil case. College was going to be great for her. She would work hard, gain admiration from her teachers, and maybe even make some new friends.

It wasn't that Amy had no friends. There was Kylie, but Kylie went to school in Oregon now. Amy missed her. Kylie understood how important studies were and never got annoyed at Amy's perfectionist tendencies, like most people. In fact, some of Amy's fondest memories of their friendship were when they would study in silence together for hours. It was a special bond they shared. Amy hoped that she might be able to find another friend easily since colleges were optional institutions of learning. She figured students would want to study, thus having more in common with her than her high school colleagues. Upon meeting her roommate, Amy found her reasoning flawed.

"Mmm, who are you?" said a slow, judgmental voice behind her. Amy turned around and saw a pretty girl with piercing blues eyes and one of the most impressive stink faces she had ever seen. A girl coming into her dorm room unannounced? This must be her new roommate!

"Hi! My name's Amy Santiago" she said with a cheerful smile and an out-stretched hand for her to shake. The girl stared at her hand and didn't move. Amy lowered it.

"Gina Linetti"

"It's nice to meet you" Amy said, still smiling.

"It is. Excuse me, are you dorming here?" she asked, and Amy was not sure she liked her tone.

"Um, yes. This is my dorm room"

"Nuh-uh, boo-boo. Let's get something straight. This is my room that I am graciously letting you use half of. Now, I just have a couple of ground rules for cohabitating with me. One, you will not touch my things, but I reserve the right to use yours should I feel the need to. Two-"

"Now-"

"TWO, I will not tolerate you desecrating the walls with anything that is not a. Beyoncé, b. men with washboard abs, or c. wolves. Three, when I bring up the inevitable gentleman caller for a night of vigorous lovemaking, I will tactfully place my bra on the door handle as a kind gesture letting you know you will have to find shelter elsewhere"

"You can't do that!" Amy blurted, her face now contorted into an angry face no one could take seriously because it made her look like a disgruntled puppy.

"Four, if you don't comply with my rules, I'll put an ounce of weed in one of your drawers and alert the RA, who will alert campus police, who will alert the dean, who will suspend you. That chill, boo?" Gina asked with her eyes wide and her tone light. Amy just looked at her stunned.

"I, uh-"

"Great, glad we're on the same page. Byyyyyyye" she said as she turned her attention back to her phone and exited the room.

The encounter was horrifying. She had hoped to make friends with her roommate, but that certainly did not seem like a possibility. Amy was just glad that Gina wasn't actually in the room a lot, or at least she wasn't that first weekend. Amy tried to put Gina in the back of her mind. Sure, the roommate situation was a bit of a setback, but she had her art class first thing in the morning and everything was going to be great. Amy set her alarm and got under her covers, excited for the next day.

Unfortunately, Amy's morning did not go as planned. She woke up a whole hour after she meant to because Gina unplugged her alarm before Amy could properly stir. The setback sent Amy into a panic as she quickly grabbed her towel and the necessary toiletries. She raced to the shower in her hall, but stopped when she saw a tall, black-haired girl in a towel about to use it.

"Um, excuse me? I'm running late for class can I just use it first, I swear I'll be super quick" Amy said, panic showing on her face. The girl glared at her.

"No"

"Please, I'll just be-" Amy said, trying to just weasel her when into the shower instead of getting the proper permission. She was interrupted by the girl punching the tiled wall with a menacing glare on her face

"I said 'no'" she said and got in the shower. Amy panicked and remembered a second shower on the other side of the hall. She made her way over, but that one was in use as well. She ping-ponged between both showers, praying someone would get out soon. She looked at the time on her phone and realized she only had twenty minutes to get to class. She ditched the idea of a shower and changed as quickly as she could and put on more body spray than usual.

Amy thought she knew where the classroom was, but she misread the campus map and this set her back even further. By the time she actually reached her class she was ten minutes late and not smelling too great. She opened the door and prayed the teacher would take pity on her poor, freshman soul.

No such luck. Amy entered the small classroom and was greeted by everyone staring at her. She tried to ignore them and sit down, but the professor stopped her.

"You. What's your name?" asked a stern looking woman with blonde hair. Amy assumed it was Professor Wuntch.

"Amy Santiago, ma'am. I'm so sorry I'm late. I got lost and I-" Amy tried to explain, but Wuntch put a hand up to silence her and addressed the class.

"See, class? This is what I'm talking about. I will not tolerate lateness to this class and I will not accept excuses. Now, Miss Santiago, was it?"

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry ma'am"

"I'm not a cruel woman, Miss Santiago, so I'll allow you to still take this course, but you are not allowed to attend today's session. Please, take your things and I expect you to be on time next class or I will drop you from it" Wuntch said, her face stone cold.

"Yes ma'am. Thank you, ma'am" Amy said miserably as she exited the classroom. Amy could hardly believe what just happened. She, Amy Santiago, was just made an example of in a classroom. She was disgusted with herself, for being late and for the whole not-taking-a-shower thing. She felt hot tears threaten to fall, but she blinked them back and headed back to her dorm. She was just going to go back, take a shower, and get ready for her next class.

Though the shower was available when she arrived back, the hot water was completely used up and it was the absolute worst shower of her life. The water was so cold it was painful and she had a hard time getting the soap off of her fast enough. She leaped out of the shower and got dressed for her statistics class. She told herself that the worst part of her day was over and it was all uphill from here.

Amy got to her statistics class twenty minutes earlier than she needed to be, but the professor never showed. She mentally groaned and couldn't believe her luck. Sure, normally the teacher not showing up for a lecture would be a welcome break, but not today. It was her first day of college and she hadn't been able to go to a single lecture. It was an absolute disaster.

When she got back to her dorm she was determined to find a way to turn this day around. Amy remembered how her mother always said that there was nothing like a great outfit to make you feel better. Amy looked in her closet and found her favorite summer dress hanging in the corner. It was white with sunflowers and it was a great cut on her. She thought maybe she could sit with a group during dinner and make some acquaintances with the extra confidence the dress gave her. She undid the neat bun her hair had been in and even put on a little make up. Amy put on her dress and examined herself in the mirror. She smiled at her figure.

With her looking her best and a new wave of optimism flowing through her veins, she strode over to the dining hall. When she got her food, stacked on an orange tray, her confidence left her. The dining hall was filled with people chatting, every seat seeming to be taken. Suddenly, Amy felt it would be impossible to ask to sit down with anyone, so instead she sat at a two-person table by herself. She took a bit of her pesto-chicken pizza, but it was somehow burnt.

Amy finished her depressing meal, and then put away her tray and plates. It was then that Amy's optimism started to fade. Would she ever get the confidence to sit down and make friends with people? Or was she always going to be the nerdy, quiet girl? Her train of thought was broken when someone, just getting their food, crashed into her. She felt glass break around her feet and a hot liquid hit her chest then treacle its way down her front.

"Ow!" she exclaimed as she tried to scrape the hot liquid off her vulnerable skin. It wasn't until then that she realized someone had just gotten tomato soup all over her and her white summer dress.

"Oh, crap, hey I'm really-" said a boy with brown hair and a large nose.

"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" She yelled at him and it took everything she had not to cry right then and there, but instead she hurried out of the dining hall to her dorm. She took off her dress in a mad huff and changed into a t-shirt and sweats. She went to the bathroom to try and get as much soup as she could. She got a lot out, but she feared it would be stained forever. She let it soak in the sink and hoped no one would mind since the bathroom had two sinks. She was about to lie down and cry in her bed when she heard Gina giggling. Gina had her hands on some guy as she walked backwards into the room. It was the "boytoy" that finally took notice of Amy, which made Gina turn around.

"Oooh, girl. You're gonna wanna leave for couple hours, it's about to get nasty in here" Gina said and Amy couldn't believe this was happening. Too exhausted to fight, Amy grabbed a hoody and headed out the door. She went outside and decided to just walk around campus, maybe even find her classes for the next day.

This was probably the worst day of Amy's life. Absolutely nothing was going right. Was this going to be what her entire college experience was going to be like? Was this what she had to look forward to for the next four years? She felt a weight on her chest that wouldn't go away. She walked around the campus aimlessly as her mind reeled. She walked past building after building, until she saw it. It was a large building with the words "Music Conservatory" across the entrance and big, thick-paned windows. She didn't know why, but there was something enchanting about the building and she felt a powerful need to go inside. Amy went to the door and prayed it was still open. Her heart jumped when she realized it was.

She gazed at the beautiful, deserted entrance. It had chandeliers hanging from high ceilings and sleek black furniture in the lobby. She decided she wanted to explore more and went up the first flight of stairs she found. That's when it hit her. Half way to the second floor, a beautiful melody graced her ears. She figured she wasn't alone in the building after all and that someone was playing the piano nearby. Amy followed the sound down a hallway that had rooms filled with different instruments. As the song got louder, Amy felt her heart beat faster. It was just so sweet that she wanted to bury herself in it.

She finally reached the room where the song was coming from and put her hand on the door handle, but then stopped. She took her hand off the door handle, and instead put her back against the neighboring wall. She closed her eyes and let the song take over her. She felt herself slide down the wall and find a seated position with her knees scrunched up against her torso. The song played on and Amy got lost in it. She imagined herself walking in a field of wild flowers, with a butter-sun and singing blue birds. She took a deep breath in and thought of her mother, her father, her brothers, and of Kylie. She missed them. She missed them so much it hurt.

She thought of Gina and her nameless boy thing. She thought of Wuntch and her snarling face. She thought of the stupid boy who crashed into her and ruined her favorite dress. Amy lingered on him. She remembered him trying to say he was sorry, but she just yelled at him. She remembered the confusion in his brown eyes. Why did she yell at him? It was just an accident.

Then, finally, in a hallway that was empty except for her and a song, Amy wept. She had held it back for far too long and now it just came streaming out. She tried to cry as silently as she could, so as not to disturbed the pianist or to disrupt her own listening. She cried and listened, and listened and cried for, what felt like, ages. The music had a wondrous, cathartic healing power and she never wanted to leave it. After some time, her tears dried up and she felt her breathing go back to normal. It was at this moment that the music slowed and stopped. Amy knew the player was done somehow and she took off immediately.

It wasn't rational, but Amy didn't want to see or meet the pianist. It was all so magical and she felt that if she met the pianist, she'd screw everything up.

Amy didn't know it then, but that night, a small seed was planted in her heart and it wasn't until much later that she would find out what would bloom.