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Should I ask her? Or should I not? Is it too soon? What would she say? Would she say yes? Maybe that kiss and that little flirting meant nothing to her. Maybe it was just a 'caught in the moment' kind of situation for her.

Now, you're probably wondering what I'm so worked up about, right? One word: Homecoming. It's coming soon, and I keep debating with myself whether or not I should ask Ally. Not knowing exactly how she feels is driving me crazy!

"Okay, class. Remember that assignment I gave you, last week?" Mr. Johnson, the music teacher, asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Everyone nods.

"Well, there's been a slight change in the rules. Instead of having a partner, this is going to be a solo project." He says.

Shouts of protest are heard around the room. I watch, too shocked to react. Ally and I had our song complete and ready to be performed. Most other students' songs seem to be as well. Why would Mr. Johnson make us write a whole new song on our own right before the due date for the first project?

"Seriously!? Me and my partner are almost done!" Someone yells, causing everyone to start yelling even louder.

"Everyone, please be quiet! I'm not done!" Mr. Johnson exclaims, but obviously, no one listens.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ally stand up on a chair and—Wait.

I do a double take.

Yup. Ally's standing on a chair.

"HEY! SHUT UP!" She screams so loud that my ears start ringing.

Dead silence. We could head a pin drop.

Ally smiles in satisfaction and we make eye contact. I don't even bother looking away. I just stare at her, jaw dropped and eyes wide, most likely looking like a complete and total idiot.

"Thank you, Ally." Mr. Johnson says.

"No problem." She smiles, and sits back in her chair like she didn't just get up on it and screamed at everyone to shut up.

"Anyway, I want you guys to write your own song. You'll have to sing it in front of the class. I'll be grading you on your ability to be creative." Mr. Johnson continues.

I glance at Ally, still confused by Mr. Johnson's decision, but she just shrugs in response.

Well, then.

"So, homecoming's coming up. Are you excited?" I ask Ally before taking a bite of my burger. It's lunch, so we're currently sitting at our usual table in the cafeteria.

"Eh, it's whatever." She shrugs

I frown before swallowing my food. "Oh, we'll, aren't girls usually really excited about that kind of stuff?"

"Stereotypically."

"Well, has anyone asked you yet?" I ask, attempting to be casual. Seems to be working.

"No, why?" She asks.

I freeze for a second, then shrug. "Just curious."

That was casual, right? Yeah... She didn't even see my little moment of panic.

"Oh, well, okay." She blinks.

I nod. "I have to, uh, go to the bathroom real quick. I'll, uh, b-be right back." I say nervously, before quickly standing up and forcing myself not to run out of the cafeteria.

One thing for sure; that was not casual.

Write a song... About what? There's nothing to write about!

I don't understand why Mr. Johnson would make us write a whole new song all by ourselves when we were almost ready to perform with our partner. I don't even know how to write a song! Well, not by myself anyway.

I groan, dropping my head into my hands and slamming my elbows on my keyboard's keys, causing a horrible sound to come out of it.

One thing for sure; I'm going to completely humiliate myself.

"Austin, are you okay?" I hear behind me. I turn around to see my grandma standing in the doorway with a worried look on her face.

I turn back to my keyboard. "My music teacher wants us to write a song by ourselves."

"But weren't you supposed to do it with Ally?" She asks, walking over.

"Yeah, but he told us today he decided not to do the partner project. At the last minute! I don't understand why he'd do that."

She purses her lips and stays silent.

"I don't even know what to write about. And even if I did have an idea, it'd come out horrible since I'm a terrible songwriter."

"Don't say that; I'm sure you learned a few tricks when you were writing your song with Ally."

I scoff. "I wish."

She smiles and puts a hand on my shoulder. "Have some faith in yourself." I stare blankly at her, then at her hand. She clears her throat awkwardly and removes her hand from my shoulder. "As for having ideas, you just have to look around. Everything and everyone have stories waiting to be told. You just have to find your inspiration. Maybe a friend of yours could help." She winks, then walks out of my room.

When did my grandma get so deep?

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