Amy

I was truly unsure how I was able to get a privilege like this. Maybe it isn't such a huge deal, but it does seem like some sort of a privilege to show him to his classes. He seemed really genuine, not cocky like some rockstar, and I think I like that about him.

I might like this idea of famous rockstars coming to our school.

"So... how was the tour?" I asked, coming out somewhat nervous. He grinned slightly at my question, "It was good. But, it's always nice to come back home afterwards," he said. He looked down at me and smiled, and I returned one. "Yeah, but I guess you probably werent expecting this," I replied. He rubbed his neck and laughed slightly. "Yeah...heh, no, not really. I-uh-I've never really been to a formal school. I mean, I was a preschooler and stuff like that,". We both laughed at that, maybe cause it shows some sort of humanity to him. As if he wasn't some huge superficial rockstar. "But, I'm not used to all of this. We became famous in like, middle school. So, I'm not really adjusted, I guess," he explained.

I smiled at his openness. It all makes me somewhat glad he doesn't have this corrupted 'I'm amazing' mindset since he's famous. It was honestly why I kind of resented them coming. I felt like it would be a plague on the school if they came. Cocky? Nope. Narcissistic? Not even a little. It's refreshing really.

"It's not too bad, I think you'll probably be just fine here. It really isn't bad at all," I said to him. He smiled and glanced at his schedule. "Yeah, but I would rather be singing and playing music, I guess," he said. "Well they have music and choir here. Our choir and band is really good," I replied. He shrugged as we continued walking to his first class. "I'm doing choir, I hope it all turns out okay," He replied. "Can I see your schedule?" He asked out of nowhere, definitely surprising me. "Um, y-yeah! Yeah, here," I said, handing him the schedule. As his eyes followed down our schedules, his smile was bigger.

"We have the same schedule! Well, except for first and eighth but, I'm glad i have a schedule with someone I can feel kinda comfortable with," he said. Once he said that, my breath was hitched in my throat. Comfortable? With me? I mean, how? I only met him so recently, is this how he is with everybody?

Is he seeing something in me? No, that cannot be true. I mean, we JUST met, and even IF he remembered, like, seeing me in the crowd, I still just cannot think that's even plausible.

"T-that's great! That's really exciting! Never thought I'd share a school schedule with some crazy macho superstar, eh," I said, smirking. He laughed a heavenly laugh, "Well, I guess some things just weirdly happen. I never really thought I'd be going back to school, for one," He said, laughing. "Yeah, well, I guess some things DO weirdly happen," I said. We both laughed at that, and I noticed a glimmer in his emerald eyes.

"Well, uh, I think this is my class," he said, breaking a small awkward silence. "Oh, y-yeah! I'll-uh-I'll walk you in," I said. His eyes slightly widened and he smiled, nodding. I opened the door for him and we walked into the room.

All eyes shot towards us, some girls slightly having a meltdown, and some guys even smirking and smiling. "Um, hello! I am Mrs. Mongoose and I will be your Math teacher this year. You must be Sonic," she said. He nodded and grinned, "Um, yeah," he said, "That would be me,". Mongoose smiled at him, "You can take that empty seat back over there," she said. Mongoose looked over at me and smiled, "Thank you Amy for showing him around," she said. I smiled towards her and flattened out my jeans. "Oh, um, yeah of course!" I exclaimed.

As soon as I was announced to be showing him around, some girls shot me glares and nasty looks. I frowned a bit, taken aback by it. Did they really think I was trying anything with him. I just was doing what Rosemary told me to. I can't deny there's a little connection there, but really? Sonic turned towards me and grinned. "See ya next period, Amy," he said. I stepped back slightly and took a deep breath. "Y-yeah, yeah. I'll see you then," I said, ignoring the death stares from the girls, before leaving.

I exhaled sharply. That all went well, but I don't really know what I'm exactly feeling right now. He leaves me with a butterfly-like feeling, but I only just meet him. I'll have to wait until next period to see him again.

Blaze

I made my way to my first period class, and I took my seat quickly, taking out my reading tablet. Always hated Science, so I tuned out to read instead. The teacher, Mrs. Aardvark, greeted the class, and instructed everyone to fill out a character sheet, writing down what sort of things you did, hobbies, traits and what-not. As he talked, the door opened, and walking in was the bassist of Spindash. Silver.

I immediately heard a few gasps and hushed whispers. Some girls were googly-eyed, guys excited, and a few looked indifferent to the chaos (not many though). "Hello, Silver. Welcome to Biology," Mrs. Aardvark said. He croaked out a shy "Hello", gaining some hushed aw's from drooling girls. I rolled my eyes at this. She instructed him to find an empty seat. I then noticed the only empty seat was by me. Well, here we go.

He walked over to me, and stood, shyly. My eyes slid up to his, and he looked somewhat intimidated. I couldn't deny it was cute, I could sympathize for the kid. He's in a weird environment, and he's a rockstar, so now he's obviously nervous since everybody's gonna be laying at his feet from this point. "I-is this s-seat taken?" he stuttered. I smiled a little, feeling the heat flow to my cheeks. Why face, why.

"No, it's open. Have at it," I told him. He smiled and sat down, and began filling out his sheet, ignoring the eyes on him. The teacher then told us to find a partner and share our character sheets, to get to know each other. People began eyeing Silver, but instead he turned to me almost on cue. Everyone stopped once he turned to me, and I didn't notice as I was reading my novella still. I looked up and over to Silver, who was looking at me, trembling a little.

"Do, do you wanna be p-partners?" He asked, timidly. I smiled and grabbed my paper, "Sure. Why not," I replied. Girls began groaning and shooting me nasty looks, and even some guys. These boys really have an influence.

He began asking me questions about myself. As our conversation continued, I noticed he began to become more comfortable with himself being around this environment. As I began asking him questions I learned some interesting things about him.

"Yeah, I guess I am a little kid at heart," he said, laughing. I smiled at him, "Well, I think we might all be kids at heart," I responded. He laughed slightly, looking down at his paper. "So, tell me," I said, discarding the paper. "What's it like being some big famous rockstar," I asked, a hand resting on my chin, shooting glances at my novel every once in a while.

"Well, it's kinda tiring. I love music more than anything but, I don't like fame," he said. I pitied him as he looked back at me, frowning a bit. "And why is that? Don't like having adoring fans?" I asked. "No! No, nothing like that. I love our fans. It's just, when you're a famous musician and stuff, you lose a lot of yourself. Whether it's private time, or even your personality and image. A whole new image is created. It can be hard to deal. The other guys seem to not really have a problem with it though," He explained.

I may of honestly misjudged these guys. I have to think one reason I 'didnt care' they were coming was because I truly thought they would be a bunch of pretentious asses. But, Silver is really changing that perspective. He truly seems just like a normal kid, and I guess Maria and Rouge were right. He is quite handsome.

"I suppose. Maybe I would not really know, since I was never in that position," I said. He began gazing into my eyes, those big amber orbs. He then glanced at my book. "Would you ever WANT to be famous one day?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. I smiled, "I want to be a writer. Writing anything. Books, papers whatever, I'm game. Does fame come with that?" I asked. He smirked, "It can. Depends if you write something maybe as huge as Harry Potter. I suppose you really could get anywhere with that," He said. I returned a smile, "Maybe. I guess fame could be kinda scary,"

We kept talking for what felt like forever, until the bell ringing cut us off. As I began walking out of the room, Silver stopped me abruptly. "Hey, what do you have next?" He asked, hurriedly. "Oh, I have English Composition, you?"

He smiled and put his hand in his jacket pocket. "So do I," he responded. "Can I w-walk with you?" he asked. For some reason, this kid really is something else. He is definitely shattering the illusion of 'famous people are a bunch of pricks'. I smiled and nodded.

"Of course, let's go,".