Shortly after the bell ring, Louis was in his usual spot after lunch, getting his coffee in the office.
" Hey sis," he said to the lovely Ren Stevens.
" Louis," she replied as she nonchalantly took the coffee out of his hands, "I saw the interesting music display Alan gave today. Who is that girl anyways?"
" Oh, that girl. Her name is Randy James. She's old friends with Tawny. She's mean, crude, surly, and man, she rocks," Louis replied, " And I think that she should play with the band some,"
" Oh, well I don't know. I mean all we need is a bassist. I mean, I'm the singer right?" Ren stammered, her feeling of the thought of being replaced showing out.
" Hey, Don't worry about it Ren. Its just for some fun some time ," Louis contradicted these feelings she was having.
" Okay, well, then, I haven't any problem with it," She said.
" Thanks, you're the best," Louis said high fiving her.
" Yeah, woo who," Ren said in a fake excited tone, " Yeah, I am the best," as she emphasized on the am part.
Not long after this sibling moment, our young kinda hero, Mr. Twitty was entering the teacher's lounge. No one really knows ,even him, to why, but he felt it was some where he needed to be.
No wonder, since the magnificent Randy was also there, getting some half price sodas.
" What are you doing?" Twitty said once he'd snuck up behind her, his chin inches away from her right shoulder.
" Man, you scared me. What are you doing might I ask. I have study hall and no need to study that I can find, so I'm scoring me and Tawny some drinks," Randy answered as she turned around, and found herself right in his face. This time, neither them felt too nervous and the want to move really.
" Me, I'm cutting. And I've never been in here so it seemed like something to do. Don't think we'll get caught do you?" He inquired.
"Nah, not this time of day," She said as she went over to the brown leather couch. You know, one of those that cling to your legs in the summer, so when you stand up it feels like your skin's being ripped off?
" Hey," he said taking a seat next to her, " That was cool earlier,"
" Well, I always take time away from my day to have a good Guns 'n' Roses sing along,"
" Oh, cool. So you write huh?"
" Yeah. I just got one new one done a few days ago. Its called I Won't Be Your Winter,"
" Cool, care to share?"
"Sure," she said, as she cleared her thought and closed her eyes as the beautiful boy watched her closely.
" I won't be your winter anymore. I'm tired of being your reason to cry. I'm not giving up..." He moved in closer to her. She felt him doing so, but did nothing to stop him, " No I'm not giving in. I'm just tired of causing you all this pain. uh huh," he inched in closer until he was right by her body that was sitting in the corner of the couch. " Without your shoulder to rest my head on, it makes me feel so empty. Broken inside. But I've been careless. I haven't thought of you. Can't I see that I've lost me?" She didn't go on to finish up the song.
No, her eyes flung open to the feel of a soft hand on her cheek. Her eyes met his deep pools that ran deep into his heart and soul. Her mouth was now open slightly in wonderment, not knowing really what to do next.
He again moved closer, the only difference is that this time, so did she. They stopped, so very close near each other. She then placed her forehead softly against his and he, he tilted his chin up and caused his formed lips to reach hers.