Alex, fed up with Mitchie's general coldness and uninterest in her, decides to find a unique way of getting her attention.

A/N:

There's going to be a lot of lines from songs in this fic, just one in this chapter (Airplanes - B.O.B, Hayley Williams). But, if I forget to name one, I'm sorry (:

I'm my own beta, so I'm also sorry for any screw ups and whatnot.

I don't own anything blah blah blah.

Enjoy,

I sat in class thinking of her, again. I didn't mean to fall for Mitchie Torres, I shouldn't have. I'm a girl, she's a girl, that's not entirely right, right? But I cant help it. I never gave her a second look when she first moved here. Until, suddenly one day, my breath stopped around her. I couldn't move properly when she was close. This was last year, and at first, I thought 'Hey, just a crush Alex. Relax.'.

I tried everything I could to just befriend her. It didn't work, she's just so… so set in her ways, her friends, her family, her circle. And she doesn't want anything to change.

I attempted to work my way in, it didn't work.

This year I only have one class with her, history. And she never looks at me.

I sit in her seat when she isn't her. Like today. I'm in her seat.

That's weird isn't it?

I think it is…

I look down at the desk. The many little names and drawing etched into the surface, I wonder if Mitchie drew on any of these?

I wonder if Mitchie reads any of these?

Would she read mine? If I wrote something?

Thinking for a moment, trying to come up with something to write. Nothing. Blank. I groan and check where the teacher is. Far away from me. I grab my Ipod, threading the ear bud up through my shirt, so the wire doesn't give me away.

Putting it on shuffle, I smile as 'Airplanes' by B.O.B and Hayley Williams comes on.

Never been a big fan of him, but I love this song. The first line flows through and it hits me.

I get my favourite green permanent marker out of my bag and write on the centre of the table,

'Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now'

I feel happy (and maybe a little bit dumb) that I wrote something that she would see. She would see it tomorrow. Maybe she'll write something!

Wait, better not get ahead of myself. Between now and next time I'm in this seat anyone could have written on it, anyone could ignore it.

But I was proud that I wrote something that actually made sense to me. Rather than,

'Alex waz heree '10! 3 youhh Mitchie!'

Which was the main message on the table. Well, not my name, but you understand.

The rest of my day going quickly. I was eager to see what I had written again. Just to make sure. I didn't have high hopes (well maybe I did), but it still made me imagine all the good possibilities that could come.

To be honest, my afternoon went a blur, I can barely recall what I had for dinner.

I am going insane.

The next day, I was still hesitant to remove myself from bed, but I managed to get up and drag my sorry carcass to school, my excitement didn't return until I actually got to school. No one in my family notice anything odd with me at all, which I'm thankful for. The only person who knows that I like Mitchie is my best friend, Harper, who is really awesome about this. I think… she doesn't mind Mitchie is a girl, but I don't think she approves of Mitchie herself.

But I was excited just to see Mitchie. See if she likes my message.

What if she doesn't like that song? Doesn't everyone like that song?

What if she thinks it's stupid? She'll never know it's me, I guess.

I need to chill out.

Snapping out of my thoughts, putting my attention forward. I'm in English. Third period, whoa, I need to do this zone out thing more often, the day is going so quickly. History is next. Awesome. I lean over to Harper.

"Is Mitchie here today?" I whisper in her ear, near her eggplant earrings. She rolls her eyes at me.

"Yeah." She sighs and goes back to work. Work the teacher has just realised I'm not doing.

"Miss Russo. What do you think this is?" My evil, bald teacher asks.

"English, sir?" I reply.

"And what are you not doing?" He snipes. I think of many replies, none being the one he wants. All of which would get me sent to the office, right before history, so I play along.

"English, sir."

"Well get to it Russo." I just nod. He's such an arrogant ass.

The bell rings and I practically skip to history. Harper went off to her class. Not seeming happy with my out of place enthusiasm.

I enter to see her already sitting in here seat. She hasn't obstructed the table with books or anything yet. So maybe she's seen it?

I take my place, closer to her than usual, but she doesn't notice. She's engaged in conversation with a girl next to her. Not that she'd usually say hi to me anyway.

But at least here I can eavesdrop without it being obvious.

I just want to know if she sees it, that's all.

Why do I care? The most she's gunna do is just say it's cool. If anything.

I am so pathetic.

I put my head down on my desk as the teacher walks in. She is a rather nice teacher I suppose. She tells us that we're just going to watch a movie today, about the Trojan War, which, I guess is her way of saying she couldn't be bothered teaching us. Which is good for me, as I couldn't be bothered learning.

The movie starts playing, the lights go out and I lift my head up, watching Mitchie out of the corner of my eye. She isn't watching the movie either. She's looking at the desk, I smile. She saw it.

I hear her say, over the static noise of the crappy movie speakers. She whispers to her friend,

"Look, I think we have another fan of that stupid song."

I run it over again in my head.

Who doesn't like that song? I feel ridiculous, stupid, idiotic and slightly annoyed.

What, so I didn't pick a good enough song for Mitchie?

Wait, I thought it didn't matter. I wrote something that I felt applied too me. Well it is kind of stupid of me.

I'm just gunna write stupid songs, on all of her desks. Who's she to say it's stupid she doesn't know me. (I wish she did.). I can write whatever I want, wherever I want.

As long as I don't get caught for doing that somewhere illegal, then I can write wherever I want!

I'm going to write stupid songs all over her damn desks. I'm not a stupid fan of a stupid song.

I'm going to find out all of her classes. See where she sits. In every six of her classes. Write something 'stupid' on each desk.

Something she would only understand if she knew me.

A/N

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