Hey! Three weeks again! Wow, weeks fly fast during exam week...umm...

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How to Live and Love Part 2-Pressure

Juno POV

I peaked around the corner. Of course the music room was empty. The small white room was filled with drums, broken reeds, chairs, stands, and a large variety of brass and woodwind instruments students had forgotten or left for hatred of band music. I picked my way across the piles of sheet music to 'Pirates of the Caribbean' and the imperial march. I picked up fluttering white sheet of paper with a jumbled array of bar lines and sharp signs off the stand. It read 'First clarinet- Title: Crescendo'. I placed it back on the stand without any noise and continued forward. I picked up a forgotten trombone with a dinged bell and placed it gently on the chair it was next to. It was sad that all these people hated music this much to destroy the band room. This place was a mess-a big mess.

"You know, you could just play music."

"I know, but that is not my purpose."

I grabbed hold of the blue plastic back of the chair next to me. A wave of dizziness washed over me from the sightless flash of…memory? Imagination? But his one had my voice in it…"I know, but that is not my purpose" I shivered, suddenly chilled. Whatever these were, I was having for of them. They overrode my senses, blocking everything from the outside world out. I blinked furiously, trying to get my vision back from the black sightless flash. It was hard for me to stay upright-it was similar to standing up and walking fast after being either sitting or laying down for a long period of time. A…head rush. This was getting hard for me to cut it off. I managed to this time...

"So…If it's what you want to do…"

See? Another one. Or maybe it was the same vision as before, but cut in half. Maybe I was just not used to seeing flashes of remembrance. But then I saw what I was really in here for.

There was a guitar on a stand a few feet away. It was painted in a purple tiger striped pattern all the way up to the neck of the guitar. It was by far the most taken care of instrument in this room. No dings, no scratches, all strings attached. I walked the rest of the way to the string instrument and picked it up. I had a momentary flash of guilt, but I waved it off. I had been practicing with this guitar and learning with this guitar since Yumi left for…somewhere a week ago. Only Odd seemed happy, even though his companion has left.

So what about Odd? The only reason I have to give anything about them is when Xana attacks.

I opened the music book I had been learning with. The first day I memorized fingerings, the second played easy music, the third messed around with cords and an amplifier and the rest of the week I was busy with Xana. Until today.

I picked up the shocking purple guitar, flipped the music book to a song I liked and started the fingering off. The book translated all the other instruments into this one instrument-meaning the piano in the beginning was simply put to guitar.

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

-O-O-

Four Hours Earlier-10:00 am

Odd POV

"See you guys? I've got four hundred flyers for new guitar, vocal, possibly drum part." I said, the green sheets of paper stack up fluttered loosely in the wind that emitted from walking over to Ulrich and Jeremie.

"Who will do this Odd? I mean, last year we had a hard enough time finding a drummer. But now three parts?" Jeremie asked. His face told me that I was being my normal, non-thinking self.

"Maybe we'll get lucky. We'll find a guitarist that sings and plays drums." I looked the doubt on his face. "Okay, a little too much."

"Yeah…a little." Ulrich was silent the entire time. He had been mostly silent since Yumi left a week ago. I looked at my best friend as he stared out the window of our second floor dorm room. Poor guy was still in denial. His hair was messier than normal and his grades in science (his best subject with a 90) had been…less than normal. In truth he wasn't doing that well on Lyoko either. All his attacks were weak and held no resistance to Xana's monsters. It finally came to the point that even Aisu, Aisu, the girl who didn't care for anyone on the team, asked what was wrong and if there was anything she could help with. Of course, that was followed by another twelve-foot crater from her whatchamocallit red energy stuff, but she asked, didn't she?

"Lets go." Ulrich nodded, getting up from the foot of his bed where he was been sitting and went to the door, Jeremie followed. Jeremie unlocked it and he paused, wondering why I wasn't heading out too. I shrugged and stood, grabbing the masking tape first. With the flyers in my hands and the ring of tape on my wrist, we set out.

We put flyers everywhere. Over water fountains, on doors, on bulletin boards. We shoved the green sheets of paper in the cracks of lockers and dorm room doors too. We even took handfuls and just threw them in the hall and watched them flutter down like leaves in a whirlwind. Entire hallways were coated with green sheets of flyers. People everywhere would pick up the flyers and would read 'Band notice-Drummer, Guitarist and Vocals needed! Band members already joined: Odd Della-Robia, Ulrich Stern, and Aelita Stones. Electronics manager: Jeremie Bellpois.' Not that it was Jeremie's choice; I kinda made him do it. Ah, whatever. He'll get over it. He never has any fun anyway.

I checked my watch and then glanced at Ulrich. He was in the process of taping a sheet of paper to a bulletin board. I motioned to him and he checked his own watch.

"Here Jeremie!" Ulrich and I dumped our posters in his arms. He looked confused, and with his glasses no askew thanks to my arm bumping his head, he looked slightly crazy. "Thanks! Soccer practice! Bye!"

-O-O-

One hour later-11:00 am

Aelita POV

Odd and Ulrich really have outdone their selves. I walked through the formally tan painted hallway and looked at their work. Students everywhere were picking up the sheets. Some tossed them out, some debated, and some giggled at why in the world Odd Della-Robia would want a band. I didn't see why it was such a foreign idea. A band. But as I walked I noticed one person not so happy.

"Hey, Stones. I thought you might want to see this." I glanced a Nicholas. He seemed well, frankly, pissed. He held up a band announcement flyer and jabbed at something. I looked closer. He was pointing at-'Drummer, Guitarist and Vocals needed!'. Herve was beside him and, trust me. Herve looked scared out of his wits.

"I thought I was already in your scrap-pile called a band." He glared at me, challenging me to respond.

"We just want to give everyone an opportunity to try out." The lie flowed flawlessly out of my mouth, scaring me. How could I lie so easily? Maybe I was just scared. More likely, I wasn't trying to get hurt. I hadn't been on that side of the 'conversation' yet, but I was pretty sure that was where this was going. Nicholas smirked at me…and I knew immediately what was going to happen.

"Than why didn't you try out? Your name is on the list of 'Band Members Already Joined." Nicholas sneered at me. I was starting to get very freaked out. I panicked.

"I did-I mean I was-I mean Odd-."

"Odd did what? Forced you to join?" I was sure that fear was showing in my eyes. Nicholas's features were twisted into an enraged scowl. He advanced towards me, eyes burning with anger…and something else…joy? Of hurting someone? "Then let me show you my forced position as your drummer-."

"Nicholas, stop it!" Herve exclaimed. He tried to hold his friend back by grabbing the thick tree trunk of an arm.. For his efforts, he was shoved into a locker. "Nicholas-." He tried again. This time it was worse. Nicholas picked Herve up by the collar and tossed him away like a rag doll. He landed a few feet away on his back with a loud and painful thud, and decided to stop resisting.

"I'll get you later! Now, as I was saying…or rather, going to do…" before I knew what was happening, his white shoed foot was flying towards me with an amazing speed. I cringed expecting the pain of it connecting with my stomach. But there wasn't a need to cringe.

Another person's black garbed right foot and leg seemed to come from nowhere. It hooked around his ankle, forcing the kick higher and higher until, off balance, Nicholas fell. The other person's left foot was still on the ground, even as the right foot circled around. It forced the person to face backwards, but for some reason that didn't seem to ruin the defensive-offensive maneuvers.

"Already fighting? So early?" Juno yawned. It seemed entirely normal for her that someone she just outmaneuvered was now in a heap on the floor. Nicholas slowly picked himself up. I could tell that he wasn't too happy to be hit to the ground so easy. He spat at Juno who simply wiped it off her neck and onto her red designed tank top. I could tell what was happening-Nicholas wanted Juno aggravated. Juno just didn't care about the teenager trying too hard to fight. He tried a rebuttal.

"I don't fight girls." He said, turning to the black haired fighter. She stretched her shoulders back, lazily. Juno still had her back to Nicholas. She seemed completely unworried about what was happening. She took a breath and replied almost uncaring.

"No? Then tell me, why wasn't Aelita spared from your kick?" Nicholas was fully on his feet and I could tell his intention was to return the favor and acquaint Juno to the cold, hard, tile floor while her back was turned. I was about to warn her when he charged. Nicholas's eyes were narrowed and his weight was completely forward. My exclamation died in my throat though, as Juno, without turning around, extended a bent arm backward and elbowed him in the stomach.

"I don't even have to use my dominant side." She pulled her right elbow in again. Nicholas only double over, completely winded. "Saddening." Suddenly Nicholas retreated. "Eh, I don't really care. Just get a life outside of Sissi seducing, get a life out of bullying."

"Are you insulting Sissi!" Nicholas stopped walking back; turning to face the teenager who dared confront him about the girl he loved. Nicholas got pink in the face with indignation and rage against the insult. He scowled.

"So what if I am? What are you to do about it?" He ran at her again in his own heavy pace. His intention was just knock her out of the way. Instead Juno turned, raised a black eyebrow, and then raised her am. Without any pressure really behind her fist, she punched him. "I don't even have move my arm as a punch. You're slow…At thinking that is." Nicholas decided to stop, and save that last shred of dignity.

"I don't want to fight you." Juno raised her eyebrows, humored at the remark. All this time Nicholas had been trying to hurt Juno in any way he could. Now he was just a scared little puppy at a master's feet who had been acting tough towards the other dogs.

"Whatever." Juno turned to leave, black jeans rustling.

"You saved me!" Herve exclaimed. He jumped up from where he was surveying the fight and ran over to Juno. She lifted her arm and Herve ran full force into her arm. Herve backtracked a few steps before walking forward again. Why was he saying she saved him? Oh, right. 'I'll get you later.'

"And have you heard about the marshal arts classes Jim has? I bet you could totally beat up the other competitors! You should try it! I'm their manager! I contact other schools and-." Juno slapped her forehead in annoyance. She already had to fight one idiot.

"Go away. I am not in the mood for you." Juno started walking again but then she caught my eye. A small smile played at her red lips. She whispered one word.

"Leave."

-O-O-

About one hour later-11:30

Ulrich POV

"It's our play. You freshmen get lost." Odd and the rest of the team glared at the seniors. They always take our turn on the field. Whenever we had practice nowadays we were shoved to the sidelines and told to watch. Watching would make us better, right? Wait for it, wait for it, not quit yet, and here it comes, here it comes, no. Watching will help with nothing. And Jim, who was coaching us, was not here yet! We had nothing to hold against them.

"We called this field! You can't make us leave!" Odd yelled while waving his arms frantically. They chuckled at his vibrant purple outburst.

"How can you 'call a field'? Do they have phones?" I turned to the dimwitted William clone. He looked truly confused as he stared out over the field and searched for the devices. I shook my head towards him and the seniors laughed.

"You can't just kick us off!" Emily shouted, her eyebrows furrowed with indignation. We all glanced at the only girl member of the soccer team. She dropped the soccer ball on the ground and put her left foot on it. Her line of fire was pretty close to the blonde haired head senior. And with her kick, well; I can't say I won't feel sorry for him. She backed up a few steps, and then with a mighty Thud! Kicked the ball towards the boy's stomach. All of us were expecting an Oof! Of pain, but we were disappointed as we heard it smack against hands.

"You are just so full of yourself, aren't you?" He laughed menacingly. His teeth flashed in the afternoon sun as he dropped the ball and turned to the direction of the black asphalt road that wound itself around this part of the field. His foot reared back and I could tell he was happy to deliver the consequence to Emily's brash blow. He kicked. The ball flew high and far, a small splash of black and white against the powder blue endless sky. It came to earth and bounced, rising another twenty feet in the air. We watched sadly, as the small round sphere got farther away until it was a few yards from the road. It was surly to be destroyed.

Out of the corner of my eye I was another black smudge, this one was walking towards the road. It was a person only about seven-and-a-half yards away from us. I focused my eyes of her, wondering where I had seen her. Hallway? No…Class? Still no…Cafeteria? Yes. It was Juno. I continued to watch as she glanced skyward and gauged the speed of the ball. After it came down a little closer Juno took a running start to the area it was falling to. She suddenly jumped up, having outrun the ball. What was she doing? I found out mere seconds later. When she jumped, she brought her left leg up in a kick, but then switched them so her right foot rose in a flinging motion that connected with the ball in mid-air, gradually spinning around until she did an entire revolution and the ball was sent back to where it had originally soared. In other words, she kicked it back and into the seniors face.

"Dude! She just did a bicycle kick! And she totally owned you!" the senior's friend exclaimed. The head senior just stared in hatred at the girl who had just made a soccer ball go from point B and back to point A. He didn't notice that a scarlet teardrop was dripping down his nose from the impact of the once loved soccer ball. All he saw was a black haired girl getting up from a kneeled impact position. Juno rose and started walking diagonally towards the woods that surrounded the other half of the field.

"Hey!" I called. She looked over at me. Her violet eyes still freaked me out. I mean, who has purple eyes? Her long braid swung over her shoulder from the stopped motion.

"What, I gave you your soccer ball." She looked at me with an expression mostly saying 'I dare you to make me stop going to where I'm headed'. I gulped nervously.

"I-Um…" I faltered, not exactly knowing what to say. Thanks? Beat that guy up for no reason more? I had no idea. So I just dropped the conversation. She raised one angled eyebrow and turned on her heel to leave.

"Ms. Lea. Come back here." Jim had arrived. Just at the wrong moment to. I was thinking detention, to the principal, and 'stern' talking to. But, no. Jim walked over to her and picked up the fallen soccer ball. Looking closer I saw it was a little bent out of shape. It was more like an egg shape than the round sphere it had been a few moments before. Juno didn't even blink. It was like this was an everyday occurrence to her.

"Lea, did you kick this ball out of shape?" Jim looked at her. Juno was ultimately unworried about the mess at hand. Maybe life to her was just 'get in, get done, get out'. She flicked her head and the braid went over her shoulder and started a slow swinging motion. Her amethyst eyes didn't seem to show worry. Juno shrugged as if to say yes.

"Than I have an important question to ask you." Uh, oh. Why did you do it? What were your motives? What the hell were you thinking? "Can you join the soccer team?"

Crazy man says what?

"Why would I want to join the soccer team?" Totally uninterested. She sounded board and truthfully, as if this was the last place she wanted to be. I looked at the rest of the team and they gapped at Juno.

"Just, think about it, okay? Tell me tomorrow." Odd and I glanced at each other. True…she was good…

-O-O-

Present Time

Odd POV

"How many are left?" Ulrich asked after about six hours and seven roles of tape, attaching a flyer to the window of a classroom door. We finally got back to our other job of flyers. Jeremie seemed happy we were back, seeing as he had been doing all the work until Aelita has joined his sad parade.

"Ten" Ulrich ripped the tape's end off and walked over to me. Jeremie and Aelita also sauntered over. Jeremie carefully started to peel some tape off his turtleneck. Aelita only brushed pink bangs out of her face.

"And where should we put it?" she asked. I thought for a second. The entire main part of the school was drowned in paper. I felt kind of bad for the janitors. And the trees, definitely the trees. I reflected over parts of school students normally were. Dorms-check. Cafeteria-check. Gym-check. Arts building-not check.

"Music room!" We started walking there.

-O-O-

About halfway there we heard some music. Was the music teacher playing a recording again? I didn't sound like anything he would play, though. I cocked my head to listen. I managed to catch a few lyrics.

Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.

It was weird. Maybe someone was playing a CD in the room. Or near it. I glanced at the others. They looked around in confusion. Where was it coming from who was playing it?

Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

I could tell this was the chorus. It had a change of beat and tempo. Then I realized something…This was not a recording. It was…a person playing the song…live. And he or she was good. Very good.

Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.

"Who is playing this?" Jeremie voiced the question on all of our minds. We could only shrug.


Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.

We turned the corner to the music room. Before we got to the door we heard one last part of the lyrics before finding out who it was.

You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.

We looked around. And we all stopped. Juno held my beloved purple guitar, and, with her back to us, continued to play the song. I only heard this song on the radio-once-but I knew that she wasn't missing a note. Not one. I glanced at Aelita, who looked shocked. Juno's fingers worked up and down the neck in perfect tempo, working the strings with ease. She was…amazing.

How could I have burned paradise?

She apparently hadn't noticed us. We were being quieter than mice-we were doing everything possible to stay hidden and out of her range of vision.


Get out of the doorway, right now

I gulped. She switched the lyrics and definitely knew we were there. I shuffled into the room, crimson with embarrassment. Aelita, Jeremie, and Ulrich followed suit. She finished the song.

So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind.

"Sorry I took your guitar, Odd." She turned, but that was after she said my name.

"How do you-wait, I don't really want to know." She placed the guitar back on its stand, closing the music book and slipping it onto a shelf. She turned back to us, her slender fingers had no sign of wear for holding the strings down on the neck of the guitar to get a correct note.

"You-didn't lip sync, did you?" Juno's eyes turned hard against me. Uh, Oh. Wrong thing to say.

"No. But tell me this," her eyes swept over us. "What are you doing here?"

"We just wanted to know-." Aelita started. Her blue eyes sparkled softly.

"If you could join our band!" I interrupted, thrusting a flyer in her face. Jeremie made a sniff of laughter at me. I ignored him.

"Look." Juno said. She put her finger on the sheet of lime green paper and guided it down. "Three different people want me in three different things. Some marshal arts class," Ulrich looked up, surprised. Why would she join marshal arts class? What did she do to have someone need her in his class? It was a mystery to me.

"Your silly soccer team, and now a band." She continued. Her hand went up to a chain around her neck. The black banded ring glimmered in the white glow of the fluorescent bulbs that lit the room. Juno brushed her bangs out of her face. She seemed totally uncaring at the moment-or all moments.

"Well, maybe-." Jeremie said before I cut him off. Jeremie's glasses slipped past the bridge of his nose before he caught them and pushed it back up.

"Juno, look into your feelings…you know you want to do these." I explained in a soft tone. She sighed. Juno looked up, freakish violet eyes catching a hard glare.

"Sorry Obi-Wan, I just don't have time." She brushed past us and into the hall.

-O-O-

If Juno was a real person, well, she would hate me!

Umm...Sorry MistFairie93 or whatever you're going to be called...i forgot, something about evanescent dream...sorry...i used a different song. Sorry!

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