I was joking around with Brian until Andrew and John's argument became too big and my crush decided that we should intervene.

We walked up to the two guys and Johnson spoke up while putting a hand on each of the guys's shoulders.

"Hey fellas, I mean..." he interrupted himself when Andrew pushed him away, before starting talking again, "...I don't like my parents either, I don't... I don't get along with them... their idea of parental compassion is just, you know, wacko!"

"Don't say that, Genius Boy, maybe you don't get along, but I'm sure they love you and you love them." I said.

"Coming from the girl who said she hated both of her parents minutes ago." scoffed the princess.

"That's different." I spat, glaring at the prom queen.

Claire is confusing, she's friendly one minute and the next she's being a bitch.

Before she could respond, my brother brought back the attention on him and Brian.

"Dork, you're a parent's wet dream, okay?"

'Not just his parent's...' I thought with a smirk on my face.

"Well, that's a problem!" the brain responded, bringing me out of my daydream.

I'm sure it is, he must have a lot of pression to be the perfect kid with the perfect grades... it must suck, but at least that means they care about him.

"Look, I can see you getting all bunged up for them making you wear these kinda clothes. But face it, you're a Neo-Maxi-Zoom-Dweebie! What would you be doing if you weren't out making yourself a better citizen?" ranted John.

"John Bender! That's enough, that comment was totally unnecessary." I stated with a hard look on my face.

My brother muttered an apology to Brian, making me smile in victory, but of course Andrew had to add something just to fuck things up.

"Why do you have to insult everybody?"

"Oh, c'mon, he apologised, get along guys!" I exclaimed.

"I'm being honest, asshole! I would expect you... to know the difference!" retorted my brother, completly ignoring me.

"Yeah, well, he's gotta name!" Andrew said back.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." the jock turned to Brian, "What's your name?"

"Are you shitting me? You don't even know his name?" I scoffed.

I walked away, no bothering to say anything else. It was pretty ridiculous, Andrew wanted to defend Brian, but he didn't even know his fucking name!

I decided to work on my other song, the one about Brian, and just ignore everything that was going on around me.

Not long after I settled down at Brian's table, where all my stuff was, he joined me, leaving an empty seat between us once he spotted the open notebook on the desk. I gave him a small smile in appreciation before focusing on my song again.

I tried to concentrate, I really did. But I constently felt Brian fidget next to me and John wasn't shutting up anytime soon. So I decided to finish my song later, I was almost done anyway.

I closed my notebook and took the seat right next to my crush, I may as well be social if I can't get my shit done.

"Okay, what's bothering you, Genius boy?" I questioned with a smirk playing on my lips.

"Uh, b-bothering me? Nothing, nothing's bothering me... why would you ask that?"

"I don't know, you keep moving around and you look kinda uncomfortable, so I assumed something was bothering you..." I explained.

"Oh, uh, well, not really... I was just... Are you writing songs? I mean, in this notebook? Is this why you don't want me to look?"

"Yep... I finished one earlier! It's not the first one, I actually have a lot, but this one and the other I'm working on are really important for me... like, more than the others." I said, smiling widely and making a lot of hand gestures while I was talking. What can I say, I get excited when I talk about music.

"Why?"

"Well, they're more personnal, they're really about me, about my life, about what I'm living and who- I mean what I like!"

"I would love to hear those songs, I, uh, I know I already said that, but I would really like to get to know you... and I feel like your music... is a great way to, uh, well, to get to know you, Braelynn. And I'm sure you, I mean, I'm sure you have a great voice too..."

Brian Johnson just killed me with his cuteness, ladies and gentleman! And the way he said my name made me melt, I'm pretty sure that by the end of his little rant I was as red as a tomato. I never thought he would be interested in my songs or... in me in general. I'm just John's sister, nothing more, I'm almost invisible at this fucking school... I hang out with John's friends, I'm just his shadow... I'm not interesting, I'm just... nothing.

Maybe I'm exagerating everything, my self-esteem is kinda really low, thanks to my parents. Anyways...

"Maybe one day, Genius boy." I replied with a shy smile.

He smiled in return before letting out a small, awkward laugh.

Cute as fuck.

Brian went to say something else when we were interrupted by a sound from the back of the tables.

I turned around just in time to see my brother stab a freaking switchblade in a chair.

"John! What the fuck!" I yelled, standing up to get the switchblade, but Allison was faster than me, so I sat back down.

He looked at me with a somewhat sorry look on his face, before turning his attention back to the jock when he spoke up.

"Let's end this right now. You don't talk to her... you don't look at her and you don't even think about her! You understand me?"

"I'm trying to help her." protested my brother.

"Well, try less." I simply stated with a sarcastic smile before turning my attention to my notebook, now that Brian said that he wanted to hear my songs, I really wanted to finish this.

...

And done motherfucker! I'm actually so proud of this song... it's not a big love song, because that's not my style, but in my head it's clear that it's about Brian, so it's all good.

"Hey, Genius boy." I said.

By now, the library was calm again, so even if I was whispering, everybody turned to our table.

"Geez, people, there's only one person in this room that I call 'Genius boy', so please, turn back around and mind their own business." I spat before turning to Johnson with a bright smile, "Anyway, I just finished the other song I was telling you about."

"That's great." he exclaimed, a little too loudly, making everybody, including me, jump.

"Yeah... if you're lucky you'll hear it soon." I told him.

"I hope I will." was his answer.

We smiled at each other and turned to the front of the library just as Carl, the janitor, walks in.

"Brian, how you doing?" he asked with a smile.

"Your dad works here?" my brother questionned, turning to our table.

The brain just looked down at the table, embarassed that the janitor talked to him.

"Well, Carl, I'm doing fine, thanks for asking!" I exclaimed, to get the attention off of Johnson.

"Yeah, how's your music doing?"

"Great, I finished two songs today, I was feeling inspired." I retorted, throwing a side glance to Brian.

Carl noticed my small action and gave me a knowing smirk.

Everybody else, except Johnson, looked at me in surprise. I totally forgot they didn't know that I wrote my own stuff... I never told John because I was scared he would judge me... it's not his style to judge me, but I can't help but think he would... yep, my parents fucked me up that bad. And even tho everybody at school knows that I'm obsessed with music, mostly because I dance around in the hallways with my walkman, and that I sign a bit, I never sang an original...except to Carl.

I actually liked the janitor, we talk often when he's cleaning up the music room. It's kinda weird to say, but he was my first public, I played the first song I've ever written to him and he was a good critic. He was actually my only public, for my original songs anyway.

"How does one become a janitor?" my brother suddenly spoke up.

Oh God, John, what the fuck are you doing?

"You wanna become a janitor?" questionned Carl.

"No, I just wanna know how one becomes a janitor because Andrew here, is very interested in persuing a career in the custodial art..."

Oh boy... can he get anymore stupid?

But Carl didn't take it personal or anything, he was more amused by John's comment...which is kinda weird, but Carl is pretty weird in general.

"Oh, really? You guys think I'm just some untouchable peasant? Peon? Huh? Maybe so, but following a broom around after shitheads like you for the past eight years I've learned a couple of things...I look through your letters, I look through your lockers...I listen to your conversations, you don't know that but I do...I am the eyes and ears of this institution my friends." he stated before turning to the clock, "By the way, that clock's twenty minutes fast!" he added before leaving us.

Damn Carl...

Everybody groaned at his last statement, except me and John. I actually smiled.

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Hola guys! New chapter, full of talking, I know, but yeah I'm happy with that chapter...I guess x)

Just to clear everything up with Braelynn, everybody knows that she signs, that's why Andrew said that his friend wanted her to the party, but nobody knew she was making her own stuff! I just wanted to clear that up, because I re-wrote this part like four times because there was always something that didn't work out with what I wrote before xD I hope I didn't make any mistake with that part.

Also, I'm trying to make more "original conversations" with Braelynn and other characters, not just give her lines of the movie or adding her comments and making the others ignore her xD I really want her to bound with the other characters so yeaah xd

btw, I'm freaking exhausted, so it is possible that I made more mistakes than usual, I'm sorry!

Vote and comment, I love you guys:)