MARCHING BAND!
A/N::: Well. This fanfic is mostly about band in general...jazz band...marching band...ya know? And a little story about choosing between fame or love. Heehee. This is about an EVIL band director, tearing apart a couple because he just wants fame...Yeap. So Here it Goes! OH yea, please R/R!
"Jeanette...I love you," whispered Pete, holding her on the park bench. He nuzzled her black hair with his face.
Jeanette melted...how she loved hearing those words from Pete. She loved everything about Pete. Most of all she loved him. "I love you too." She grinned and kissed his cheek.
"But I love you more." He argued, jokingly, kissing her forehead.
"No, darling, I do." She giggled.
"No I do..." He said again.
"No...I do." She tried holding in her laugh. As you know, they continued with the silly little conversation.
"Okay, we both equally love each other." Pete smiled. "But I love you just a tiny bit more." Wink.
They both began laughing. That was always what happened when they were together. They would always make silly conversations...always say incredibly sweet things to each other. Jeanette never wanted to be without him.
"Pete...will you always love me?" Jeanette wondered aloud.
"Of course I will. Of course. My love for you will never ever die, not even if someone kills me. Not even after time ends...it will never die." He kissed her soft lips as her eyes grew watery. Pete was always saying such sweet things to her...she knew the MUST be true because whenever he said them, he would stare deeply into her eyes and for once be serious.
They've been together for half a year. How fast those six months went by...but each day with Pete was just getting better and better.
Pete cleared his throat. Jeanette knew what that was leading to...
~singing~ "I've never been this scared in a long time. And I'm so unprepared so here's your valentine. A bouqet of clumsy words, a simple melody. This world's an ugly place. But you're so beautiful to me."
A tingling sensation went down Jeanette's spine. She thought it was so endearing how he sang with a crackling voice just to show her how much he cared. They were friends first, but after a long vacation he took, they realized how much they cared for each other. Much more than friends. So then he told her "the days that I've spent away from you have been awful. To remind me of you and always listen to this song." And he sang it to her for the first time.
Jeanette sighed. "Lovely...just lovely."
"Not as lovely as you, of course." He smiled as she blushed a bright pink. "Tomorrow I have a surprise for you. Just for your birthday..."
Jeanette widened her eyes, "Really?" slightly grinning. "You really don't have to."
"But I want to. Because I love you and I want you to know that." He kissed her lips. "It's getting late, we should get you home." Warmly he smiled.
"Yeah.." she shivered. "It's really freezing."
With those very words, Pete took off his jacket and wraped it around her shoulders. "Is that better?" She nodded. Then Pete put his hand around her waist and guided her to the car.
The next day, everyone gave Jeanette balloons and wished her a Happy Birthday. It was her special 17th. Well, almost special. For the whole morning before school, she didn't see Pete anywhere. Little did she know, he would be getting big news band practice that morning.
"OK students...you have all done well on your performances..." Mr. Mifado said, pacing around them. "But, as you know, only a few of you have done exceptionally well. So on the right side of the band room wall, I have posted up the ones who have been chosen for first chair."
Everyone jumped out of their seats and raced to the wall. Suddenly Pete started jumping up and down. He was chosen as first chair. Everyone congratulated him. They had all expected it to happen, after all, he was THE BEST, always playing without a flaw.
"Congratulations..." said Mr. Mifado as he put his hand on Pete's shoulder. "Being first chair is a big challenge. Do you think you can handle it?"
"Of course. I'll work extra hard!" Pete said with much enthusiasm. "This is what I've wanted for the longest time..."
"Excellent. I hope you'll make a good example for all your peers as well?"
"Yes." Pete glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh the bell's going to ring and I have to give something to my girl," said Pete quickly, gathering all his things. Suddenly the bell rang and Mr. Mifado excused everyone to go to first period.
First period was Jeanette's newspaper time.
"OK. There's big news here...for the jazz band and stuff they've chosen the positions for everyone," said the Editor, Melanie. "Who wants to cover that story?"
Involuntarily, Jeanette automatically raised her hand (like she often did). "Alright. Jeanette. You're going to cover the story. Good luck." She winked and wrote her name on the board.
Jeanette gave a slight groan. She wanted to cover the first track meet. But on the other hand, she would be able to talk with her beloved.
Before they knew it, it was lunch time. Being the sweet, trust-worthing person he was, Pete kept his word and surprised Jeanette with a lunch he made himself just for her and a special little gift.
"Oh, Pete...this is...whoa." said Jeanette under her breath. All her friends and his friends sat around them, watching what they did. "Thank you so much..." She hugged him.
"Fried rice made just by me." He smiled. He loved chinese food just as much as she did. And he could cook far better than Jeanette which always surprised her. "With spam."
Jeanette jokingly stuck out her tongue in disgust.
"Now open the gift." Pete said softly, sitting next to her.
Jeanette held the little wrapped cube in her palm and eagerly tore away the wraping paper. As she opened the lid, she saw a beautiful silver and gold locket. Her hand pressed against her chest. "Aw...Pete. It's beautiful." She sniffed.
He took it out of the box and opened the heart. "See. It's a picture of me...and you on the other side. So that we'll always be together."
Jeanette started to cry. "Oh my God..." he put the chain around her neck and fastened it on the back. "I love it...thank you." She sobbed, putting her arms around him.
"I love you," he whispered again. Her fingers went through his spiked brown hair nicely bleached on the tips as she kissed him. When he released her, he told her of the great news that he was first chair. They hugged again. Then she told him of her new article...they hugged again. Then they invited their friends to join them in the table again.
A/N::: Well. This fanfic is mostly about band in general...jazz band...marching band...ya know? And a little story about choosing between fame or love. Heehee. This is about an EVIL band director, tearing apart a couple because he just wants fame...Yeap. So Here it Goes! OH yea, please R/R!
"Jeanette...I love you," whispered Pete, holding her on the park bench. He nuzzled her black hair with his face.
Jeanette melted...how she loved hearing those words from Pete. She loved everything about Pete. Most of all she loved him. "I love you too." She grinned and kissed his cheek.
"But I love you more." He argued, jokingly, kissing her forehead.
"No, darling, I do." She giggled.
"No I do..." He said again.
"No...I do." She tried holding in her laugh. As you know, they continued with the silly little conversation.
"Okay, we both equally love each other." Pete smiled. "But I love you just a tiny bit more." Wink.
They both began laughing. That was always what happened when they were together. They would always make silly conversations...always say incredibly sweet things to each other. Jeanette never wanted to be without him.
"Pete...will you always love me?" Jeanette wondered aloud.
"Of course I will. Of course. My love for you will never ever die, not even if someone kills me. Not even after time ends...it will never die." He kissed her soft lips as her eyes grew watery. Pete was always saying such sweet things to her...she knew the MUST be true because whenever he said them, he would stare deeply into her eyes and for once be serious.
They've been together for half a year. How fast those six months went by...but each day with Pete was just getting better and better.
Pete cleared his throat. Jeanette knew what that was leading to...
~singing~ "I've never been this scared in a long time. And I'm so unprepared so here's your valentine. A bouqet of clumsy words, a simple melody. This world's an ugly place. But you're so beautiful to me."
A tingling sensation went down Jeanette's spine. She thought it was so endearing how he sang with a crackling voice just to show her how much he cared. They were friends first, but after a long vacation he took, they realized how much they cared for each other. Much more than friends. So then he told her "the days that I've spent away from you have been awful. To remind me of you and always listen to this song." And he sang it to her for the first time.
Jeanette sighed. "Lovely...just lovely."
"Not as lovely as you, of course." He smiled as she blushed a bright pink. "Tomorrow I have a surprise for you. Just for your birthday..."
Jeanette widened her eyes, "Really?" slightly grinning. "You really don't have to."
"But I want to. Because I love you and I want you to know that." He kissed her lips. "It's getting late, we should get you home." Warmly he smiled.
"Yeah.." she shivered. "It's really freezing."
With those very words, Pete took off his jacket and wraped it around her shoulders. "Is that better?" She nodded. Then Pete put his hand around her waist and guided her to the car.
The next day, everyone gave Jeanette balloons and wished her a Happy Birthday. It was her special 17th. Well, almost special. For the whole morning before school, she didn't see Pete anywhere. Little did she know, he would be getting big news band practice that morning.
"OK students...you have all done well on your performances..." Mr. Mifado said, pacing around them. "But, as you know, only a few of you have done exceptionally well. So on the right side of the band room wall, I have posted up the ones who have been chosen for first chair."
Everyone jumped out of their seats and raced to the wall. Suddenly Pete started jumping up and down. He was chosen as first chair. Everyone congratulated him. They had all expected it to happen, after all, he was THE BEST, always playing without a flaw.
"Congratulations..." said Mr. Mifado as he put his hand on Pete's shoulder. "Being first chair is a big challenge. Do you think you can handle it?"
"Of course. I'll work extra hard!" Pete said with much enthusiasm. "This is what I've wanted for the longest time..."
"Excellent. I hope you'll make a good example for all your peers as well?"
"Yes." Pete glanced at the clock on the wall. "Oh the bell's going to ring and I have to give something to my girl," said Pete quickly, gathering all his things. Suddenly the bell rang and Mr. Mifado excused everyone to go to first period.
First period was Jeanette's newspaper time.
"OK. There's big news here...for the jazz band and stuff they've chosen the positions for everyone," said the Editor, Melanie. "Who wants to cover that story?"
Involuntarily, Jeanette automatically raised her hand (like she often did). "Alright. Jeanette. You're going to cover the story. Good luck." She winked and wrote her name on the board.
Jeanette gave a slight groan. She wanted to cover the first track meet. But on the other hand, she would be able to talk with her beloved.
Before they knew it, it was lunch time. Being the sweet, trust-worthing person he was, Pete kept his word and surprised Jeanette with a lunch he made himself just for her and a special little gift.
"Oh, Pete...this is...whoa." said Jeanette under her breath. All her friends and his friends sat around them, watching what they did. "Thank you so much..." She hugged him.
"Fried rice made just by me." He smiled. He loved chinese food just as much as she did. And he could cook far better than Jeanette which always surprised her. "With spam."
Jeanette jokingly stuck out her tongue in disgust.
"Now open the gift." Pete said softly, sitting next to her.
Jeanette held the little wrapped cube in her palm and eagerly tore away the wraping paper. As she opened the lid, she saw a beautiful silver and gold locket. Her hand pressed against her chest. "Aw...Pete. It's beautiful." She sniffed.
He took it out of the box and opened the heart. "See. It's a picture of me...and you on the other side. So that we'll always be together."
Jeanette started to cry. "Oh my God..." he put the chain around her neck and fastened it on the back. "I love it...thank you." She sobbed, putting her arms around him.
"I love you," he whispered again. Her fingers went through his spiked brown hair nicely bleached on the tips as she kissed him. When he released her, he told her of the great news that he was first chair. They hugged again. Then she told him of her new article...they hugged again. Then they invited their friends to join them in the table again.