Well, I'm depressed that no one reviewed last chapter, but I'm going to keep updating this phic until it's over. We're getting into the main plot now, and if it doesn't go how you like it, bear with me! I've got a few more tricks up my sleeves! Please, please, please review!

I do not own Led Zeppelin or Phantom of the Opera. I do own these crazy characters, and Sophie's song, which I wrote at Caz last summer. Sorry I couldn't distinguish the stanzas, but every three lines is one verse, FYI.

Sophie walked for some time, eventually reaching a secluded, shady spot in a patch of lush grass the cows hadn't gotten to yet. She scanned the horizon for any signs of hiking trails, and laid her belongings out. She opened up her journal and looked at the song she had started. She had to finish it. She knew exactly how she wanted it to go. Sophie got to work, struggling with the English language to make her feelings fit within the confines of the poem.

An hour went by and Sophie was almost finished. She found that one couldn't rush the creative process and that it always took her a long time to get something just right. She picked up her guitar and played the whole song through, finally satisfied with how it sounded.

"A lone leaf falls

Swirling towards the source

Of a violin's lonely calls

This acreage is cloaked in green

The sun's light among the trees

Causes a brilliant sheen

The glowing leaves hear

The violin's melancholy air

Its message is quite clear

The violin softly explains

The reason for its sad existence

And so the song remains,"

Sophie sang quietly to herself, strumming the chord changes on her guitar. She let the last chord fade away as she thought about her song. She noticed the slight similarities of the lines 'Its message is quite clear' and 'The story was quite clear' from Led Zeppelin's Kashmir. With a grim smile, she also noted how she ended with another line from a song, 'And so the song remains', which was very similar to The Song Remains the Same also by Led Zeppelin. Sophie was annoyed by her tendency to end her songs with a line from a song she had heard. This wasn't the first time this had happened. It depressed her to think that not everything she thought up was original. But there is so much repetition in life that she supposed it was forgivable.

Sophie looked up at the sky, the sun was setting. She decided it was time to get back to the oak tree. As she picked up her things, she wondered idly how Katie's French lesson was going, and if Aiden was going to tell Katie what he told her.

Sophie announced her arrival back at the oak tree with a yelled greeting, which was met with hushed mutters by Katie and Aiden. Sophie saw movement on the picnic blanket as they got up when she arrived. The sun's dying rays caused Sophie to squint; she missed the guilty looks on their faces. Those looks disappeared when Sophie said cheerfully, "I finished writing a song, and I found a great spot to hang out at. How was your French lesson?"

Aiden and Katie shot each other knowing glances, "It was…" Katie began, "Fabulous! Aiden, you're such a great teacher! We really must have another lesson sometime," she unobtrusively elbowed Aiden in the stomach.

"What- oh, yeah, sure. We had a great time," Aiden played along.

Sophie sensed something was up, but before she could ask anything, Katie declared that nature called and that she must be on her way.

That left Aiden and Sophie standing awkwardly before each other. Aiden stammered, "C-Can I hear your… song?"

Sophie nodded and sat on the low branch to play for Aiden. Aiden sat down next to her. Sophie pulled her guitar onto her lap, and as she did so, the head of her guitar accidentally tapped Aiden in the side.

Aiden flinched.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Did you suddenly go autistic? Do you not like to be touched? I'm sorry!" Sophie exclaimed.

Aiden grinned, "No, no, it just tickled."

Sophie raised her eyebrows "Oh really?" She set down her guitar, hatching a new plan. "Does it tickle if I go like this?" she laughed, poking Aiden in the ribs as many times as she could.

Aiden squealed, "Yes! Stop! Sophie! That tickles!" He jumped off the branch to the picnic blanket to avoid the barrage of pokes from Sophie. As he jumped, he twisted onto his back.

Sophie followed suit and leapt off too, pinning Aiden to the ground to keep him from running away. "Gotcha!" she shouted, tickling him all over his sides. Aiden's body wriggled underneath hers and Sophie suddenly realized her odd they must look.

Aiden calmed down and stared up at her, grin still plastered on his face.

"How old are you?" Sophie asked.

"Sixteen. You?"

"Seventeen. What's your favorite color?"

"Red, Yours?"

"Green. Favorite classical composer?"

"Bach. You?"

"Tchaikovsky. What did you do when you and Katie were underwater for such a long time?"

Aiden looked away and blushed. "What is this? Twenty questions or something?" he tried to ask it lightly.

Sophie wasn't amused. She knew something was up. "Maybe. Tell me. What were you doing?"

Aiden muttered, "She kissed me."

"Why did that take so long?"

"It was a good kiss."

"And your 'French lesson?'"

"We were actually making out."

Sophie was bombarded by a series of emotions. Jealousy, anger, betrayal, and sadness flooded through her veins. She realized she now had very little chance of being with Aiden now that Katie's feminine charms had done their magic on him. She just stared at Aiden for a minute. How could she redeem herself in his eyes? Sophie heard a rustling of grasses that signified Katie returning from her business. Sophie knew she had to think of something quick so that she still might have a chance of Aiden liking her. It was now or never. Sophie was gambling everything. She lowered her head to Aiden's and kissed him full on the lips.

Ooh! Cliffhanger! Please review! Comments, questions, complaints, anything!