Harry was still looking at me with this weird and intense look in his eyes. I looked back up to meet his eyes and I really couldn't figure out what his eyes were trying to say. I was usually good at that stuff, but not this time. 'Maybe this was the time that I started painting on a new canvas. This was a new place, new people and new friendships. I shouldn't be shy… And I won't be anymore. I wanted people to know the real me. The jokester, the girl that was kind to everyone. The one that wasn't afraid of her past. Now's the time.' I thought to myself. So I took a leap.

"Do I have something on my face since you're staring?" I said and grinned at the same time. Harry broke his stare and he seemed kind of startled that I had said something and kind of embarrassed that I had caught him staring. He started laughing.

"Oh no, you don't." he said and grinned. "I was just... you know... well..." He blurted out, not being able to find the right words to say.

"Haha! It's okay, Harry." I said and winked at him, patting him slightly on the shoulder. Suddenly I felt a buzz in my pants pocket and it seemed as though had had to. It was a text from our music teacher.

Dear music class,

I am sick this morning so I have to cancel our classes today.

Sorry for being a bit late,

See you next time.

Ms. Jacobsen

"Well, awesome!" Harry said. We had been there very early since I was new and Harry had to show me around school, so now we had two hours, where we could do anything we wanted. I considered going home, but I didn't want to walk twenty minutes to only be home an hour and then walk twenty minutes back to school.

"Yeah, that's great. I'm going to stay anyways. I don't want to walk all the way home, so.. I don't know… I'll just listen to some music for the next two hours.. Exciting times, I must say." I exclaimed with a whole lot of irony in my voice. Harry grinned at me.

"Me neither. I have to take a bus, so it wouldn't pay off to go home.." He said. I could tell that there where many thoughts going through his mind. "What about this.. There's a coffee shop just down the road. Wanna go there and get a cup of coffee or a cup of tea and talk?" He asked me. I looked at him. I was eager for a cup of coffee, so I accepted the offer.

We both grabbed our bags of from the floor and started walking to the coffee house. We talked about small unimportant things on the way. When we reached the place, I ordered a cup of black coffee, Harry a cup of earl grey tea.

"You don't like coffee?" I asked him pointing to his tea.

"Oh god no, pretty much can't stand it." He said waving his arms in the air, probably to express his hatred for coffee. I acted extremely shocked.

"Seriously! What? Well.. Somehow I will teach you how to drink it." I said with a big smile on my face.

"Bring on the challenge!" He stated very loudly and in a very weird voice. I think he was trying to impersonate a gangster. I started laughing very loudly and uncontrolled. I looked at him and saw that he was staring at me again. I caught his eyes and we looked into each others eyes for a little while in silence.

"Okay, Emma. Now I want you to tell me who you are, your life-story. And later I will tell you mine." He said. I looked at the table. I never explained my life to people I had known for a few hours but something about Harry made me want to tell him. I sighed.

"But you have to be prepared. It's kind of boring and a bit depressing." I warned him. I took a deep breath and started. I looked him the eyes the entire time. Very conscious of how I was exposing my heart to this guy. And at the same time surprised at how I was able to talk to him so easily.

We talked about our lives for the next hour and a half, comparing our life stories. Apparently we had more incommon than I knew. Harrys parents were recently divorced too and he now lived with his mum. .

I didn't know what it was, but I could feel some kind of strong connection between the two of us. He understood me somehow and I understood him.

I was sure that this was the beginning of a great friendship.