The school bell rang and echoed throughout Royal Woods High. Almost in unison, the classroom doors swung open as the halls flooded with students, rushing to get to their next classes on time, while others made their way to the cafeteria for the lunch period; with Jamie and Luna being a part of the running and hungry herd.

The cafeteria began to fill, teens splitting themselves either to the tables or to the line. With both bringing their own lunches, the rock n' roll duo made their way to an empty table.

"So, I was wondering," Jamie continued from a conversation after their classes let out. "Do you think you could teach me how to play the guitar? I don't think it would hurt to learn how to play other instruments if I'm going to earn a Master's in music."

Luna sat down at the lunch table, unwrapping her recently reheated leftover fried chicken that her father had made the night before.

"Sure thing, dude. If you already know how to read music, that's half the battle won right there."

Luna took a bite of her lunch, the sounds of an acoustic guitar playing simple chords reverberating in her head. As much as she preferred the extra kick of electric guitars, she knew that old school acoustics were much easier to learn the basics with.

She turned to Jamie and gave him a smirky bow, adopting a cheesy kung fu movie accent.

"I will teach you the ways of the six stringed beast, young grasshoppah."

Jamie couldn't help but let out a chuckle towards Luna's silly antics, being one of the perks he liked about her. He flipped open his lunch, putting down a plastic container on the table before him, only to tilt his head as he leaned in closer, noticing the clear plastic blurred from the inside. Hesitantly, Jamie opened the top and jumped back as a cloud of steam burst from the container like a Jack-in-the-box.

"Looks like my dad was practicing on the grill last night." he said, waving away the steam. With a plastic fork, he scooped a piece of brisket with a barbeque sauce coating. "My parents want to bring something over for Thursday, and they thought brisket would be a good idea."

"Looks like they picked you to be their guinea pig, huh? Don't worry, if it kills you, I'll be sure to play some nice songs at your funeral." She gave him a playful nudge, eager to see his reaction to the food once she realized who made it and why.

"I'm sure Lucy would have a good time running it." He popped the piece in his mouth and sunk his teeth into it, only to meet with a firm and crunchy texture. The unpleasant sounds could easily be heard five feet away. Jamie's eye twitched to the distasteful dryness that sat on his defenseless tongue, turning what should've been a delightful first bite into a difficult task to swallow. After a minute in the struggle, he finally pushed it down, following with a hasty chug of creme soda to clean his pallet. He turned to Luna who had a very sly grin, enjoying her lunch and the show.

"How would your family feel about pork instead…?"

Luna tried to hold back her laughter, but the very audible crunch and resulting look on his face made her bend over and let it out.

"They can bring in Chinese takeout if they want, we'll still eat it." replied Luna as she wiped a laugh-induced tear from her eye.

She passed her second, uneaten chicken leg to Jamie, along with half a mac and cheese bite. The fact that she was sharing her dad's cooking without any hesitation or attempt at bartering dawned on Luna as a very good sign of her affection for the singer boy.

Jamie smiled to this generous act, giving the rocker girl a small kiss on the cheek.

Luna blushed from the sweet affection in front of the cafeteria. Although she had no fear of performing in front of a crowd, the resulting snickers she got from a couple of girls at the "popular" table had a certain sting to it. However, that sting was cured as soon as she caught a glimpse of Sam a few tables over, giving her and Jamie a comforting thumbs up.

In exchange, Jamie reached into his box and passed her a smaller container with mixed salad and dressing inside. "Luckily, my dad only made the brisket. Rosalita makes the best salads."

She took a bite of the salad, her taste buds jumping at the zesty and savory tang of the homemade vinaigrette dressing meeting the crisp crunch of the lettuce. Luna's eyes widened with surprise. "Wait... this is what salad tastes like? How come nobody ever told me they were this good!"

"You guys don't do salads at home?"

"Oh we do, but I've always been a picky eater when it comes to veggies." Luna laughed to herself at how hypocritical she must sound saying that after immediately putting another forkful in her mouth.

"Well look at that. Your boyfriend got you to eat more veggies." he proclaimed, grinning proudly before sticking out his tongue in a teasing manner.

Luna's ears perked as she heard the word 'boyfriend' flow from Jamie's lips. It felt so satisfying and reassuring to hear it said out loud. Luna would have loved to respond by holding Jamie close and kissing him, but she didn't want to get either of them in any trouble: the teachers had an extra watchful eye on new couples in school. She contended with merely sticking her tongue back out at him; there would be plenty of time after school for those tongues to meet, she though devilishly.

Jamie went to eat until he caught a glance at the support beam next to their table, spotting a poster taped to it. He tore the poster off from the tape and looked at it closely. With a few moments of staring at the laminated flier, a warm smile widened as memories from almost two months ago flooded his head.

"Hey Luna. Check this out." He leaned in towards her, showing it to be a poster advertising the Royal Woods Symphony Orchestra playing in Detroit.

Luna took a look at the poster, the name also bringing back some memories.

"You kidding? I never forget a show. You were so nervous that night, it was pretty cute."

Jamie blushed, scratching the back of his head and shyly biting his lip. "I'll never forget that... and I'll never forget the fact that seeing them was our whole first date~"

"You picked a great night for it, too. I mean: Mozart, Tchaikovsky and Mussorgsky in the same concert? Those guys are awesome!"

"Gotta love the classics. I know it was only a couple months ago, but it feels like it was just yesterday..."