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A/N: This was the best dream I ever had… if only I didn't wake up=)

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I was sitting in the front row, writing something. I was so inspired that the words I wrote came from my heart not from my mind. My heart holds the pen, not my hands. (Gets how inspired I was?)

I was writing and inspired. (Ok. how many times do I need to say that? Well…) Then, someone tapped me on my shoulders. I looked at him and saw his smiling bright eyes looking back at me. (Finally, my fairy tale happened. He finally noticed me and I felt so right… so perfect…) He smiled at me. (Oh... That hypnotizing smile...) and I smiled back. (I know! It's duh)

"Is it already done?" he said, the smile still glued on his face.

I nodded, then, smiled again. He sat beside me (Oh. I'm in heaven...) and read what I wrote. His face was serious and I was afraid he didn't like it. After my long wait, he finally finished reading. Time for his comment. (Deep breath... breath deep... whatever.)

He smiled. (Was that a yes, as in beautiful?)

"It's perfect," he smiled wider. (Did he just say perfect? Well, yes? YES! I made it.)

"Can you help me with the melody?" he said. (Well, of course! I will never say no to you.)

I nodded. Then, smiled. (Well, I cannot speak to him without being stupid so, better shut up.)

He started playing the guitar. (I feel so right. This is so wonderful! My wish on the falling star came true. What wish? Well, I wished a thousand times that we will be able to write a song. Me, lyrics. He, melody. Isn't it so romantic?)

I handed him the copy of the lyrics…

"No, you sing," he said.

"Me? Sing? No way," I said. (Ok. Maybe I can say NO to him sometimes.)

"Please," he said with his pleading eyes on me. (Oh God. How can I say no to that eyes?)

"Ok."

I started singing (even if I had the worst voice) and he kept strumming his guitar (he is so cute on his guitar). He kept his eyes on me (I almost melt). The longer I sing, the more confident I become. After my lines, it was his turn to sing (the song has two parts, for the girl and for the boy). He sang perfectly. (It was another reason for me to like him. His voice was so great.) While he sang, he kept looking at me as if the words of love were meant for me. (I think I'll suffer heart failure.)

The chorus part came and we sang it in the perfect way your mind can imagine. The song ended just in time when our teacher came. He went to his sit and I remained in my sit. The teacher called for the reporter. Don't know why but the report only lasted for about five minutes (or less). The teacher sat beside me. (Well, we're close and I don't know how it happened.) He grabbed the paper at my desk. No, I said it wrong. My classmate, the reporter, grabbed the paper at my desk and gave it to our teacher.

"Sir, take a look at this. She wrote it," my classmate said.

Well, it's too late for me to realize that the paper was the lyrics. I tried grabbing it from my teacher but he wouldn't give it back to me.

"Let's read," my teacher said in a loud voice so that the whole class will hear. He started reading the first line but stopped.

" I think, it will be better if you read this so we'll hear it with emotion," he said looking at me, and then to him (you know who I was talking about). I looked at him too but he seemed not to notice what was happening.

"Sir, that's a song let them sing it for us," my classmate insisted.

Our teacher looked at me again and called him. HE got his guitar and went to the front. I remained in my seat.

"Come on," Nate said then smiled. (Darn those smile. When will I learn to ignore them? Well, it's not soon.)

I stood up, ready to go to his side… Ready to sing with him… Ready to…………………….

Puff…. Light surrounded me. Next thing I know, I was staring at the ceiling... It's over…

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A/N: So, what can you say? Please review…