This is about the band Muse and takes place during their highs school years. It's told from Olivia Northwood's - a made up character who's friends with Matt - point of view. Hope you like it

"Heeeeey Livv!" Matt screamed as he ran up behind me and tried to jump on my back. I quickly side stepped out of the way and watched him trip over and slam his shoulder into a brick wall. He didn't seem to notice the impact and casually shrugged it off.

I smiled in bemusement at the massive grin plastered on his face. His eyes sparkled and he could hardly hold still, his limbs we twitching as he half-walked, half-skipped beside me. I had the slight impression that this is what a five year old would look like on Christmas morning.

"Guess what, guess what, guess what, guess what!" he said the words so quickly that they blurred together

I laughed at him "You found some mushrooms at the back of the school?" I asked, gently pushing him out of my way

He rolled his eyes and fell in step with me, voluntarily reaching out and grabbing the books in my arms and cradling them in his "No silly" he teased "You know how you asked me to come on that holiday with you?" asked, still jumpy.

I snorted "It's barley a holiday, Matt. I'm getting dumped on a farm for a week while dad gets to go to America". My dad works a lot. And he travels for work a lot. Which means I get tossed over to my grandparent's farm, well, a lot.

"Yeah whatever. Anyway, turns out I can actually come" he grinned at me, turning left into the school.

I smirked "What about what your mum said? You know, all the stuff that she was worried about us getting up to? Trapped on a farm together. In the middle of nowhere. With nothing to keep us busy?" I said dramatically, raising an eyebrow. He blushed, turning his eyes to the pavement.

"I well, t-talked her out of it and she said it was ok, you know, seeing as we're 'only friends' and all" he looked at me from under his eyelashes for a second, then his gaze fell downwards again "so she said it was alright"

My smirk stayed in place as I watched him frown at his shoes "Well I'm glad you can come. I would've been dead bored on that stinkin' farm all by myself" I gently nudged him with my shoulder, making the corner of his mouth twitch up. As much as I love my grandparents, they aren't exactly the liveliest people I know, and Matt had no idea how grateful I was that he was coming.

Just as we got through the front gates of the school, the bell went and we turned and walked in opposite directions, then stopped and looked at each other.

"We have math first, down in the B block" Matt said, jerking his thumb behind him

"Nooo, we have music in the E rooms" I said matter-of-factly pointing the other way

"Math"

"Music"

"Math"

"Music"

"It's Math, I would remember if we had music first" he said, but took a few steps in my direction. Music was pretty much all Matt thought about, he absolutely loved it. He's the most talented guitar player in the school, heck, he's the best guitarist I know, but not many people knew he even played. He doesn't like showing off much and only plays any of his good stuff when we're alone.

I sighed "Matt, trust me its music. I stayed up all night practicing my piano piece for today"

He pulled a face "I honestly don't get how you can sight read, and you're so good at it too! Whenever I try I get just frustrated and give up" he pouted

I smiled at him "I could teach you if you'd like"

He looked at me doubtfully "Seriously? You're willing to try to teach me again? Have you forgotten how utterly shit I am at it?"

"It's all in your head, once you get the hang of it, it's really quite easy"

"Yeah right" he muttered, just as I saw one of my friends walking passed and called out to them

"Hey Chris! Chris? Earth to Chris!" I sighed in frustration as he kept walking "OI OVER HERE!" I yelled, and he finally turned around, along with thirty other people. I blushed slightly, but pretended I couldn't see them.

"Yeah?" he asked, frowning at me

"What do we have first?"

"Music" he said and started to move off

"Thanks". I smirked at Matt, and his brows furrowed.

"Is there some law in the universe that says you have to be right about everything?" he grumbled, following me to the music rooms