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One Month and One Week Ago...
It was a normal, regular day in Bluffington School. Nothing too out of the ordinary was going on for the teachers and the students, aside from learning various subjects in different classrooms. However, there was one class in particular that while it's very mixed on whether people liked it or not, they found the class to be very fun... especially if it was the last class of the day... the choral class, where the students gathered together to practice their vocals for an upcoming concert that would take place in May.
"All right, one more time, from the top!" The music teacher called out as everybody began to sing a melodious tune.
"My class and I were practicing our singing for the upcoming concert in May, as all classes who take the chorus are required to do so in school. We were singing a tune that I thought was pretty good. We still haven't found a soloist for this song yet, but I have heard that auditions were being held sometime tomorrow. I wasn't interested in the part, didn't want to get involved, but regardless, singing was pretty good."
Just as the song wrapped up, the music teacher applauded happily as he looked around, "All of you are getting better every day. Er, sopranos, one of you is a bit flat. Watch the tone."
The music teacher looked up to see that the minute hand was getting the twelve, indicating that school would be almost out. "Now, before I dismiss you, I need someone to stay behind and help me clean up the music hall. Just to gather music sheets. Any volunteers?"
Roger, hearing this, looked over towards where he was positioned, right behind Doug. Roger gave a quiet chuckle to himself as he grabbed Doug's arm, surprising him. Roger then raised Doug's hand up for him, surprising the boy.
"Oh, Doug, wonderful!" The music teacher smiled happily as Doug's eyes widened in shock.
Before Doug could protest though, the school bell had rung as everyone was gathering their bags and starting to go out. Skeeter, already grabbing his books, leaned in to Doug's ear and whispered, "I'll meet you over at Honker Burger, man!"
Doug could only nod as he watched Skeeter leave the room. As soon as the music teacher was sure that everybody but him and Doug were out of the room, Doug nervously walked up to the music teacher, holding a smile as he asked, "What do you want me to do, sir?"
"Oh, don't you worry, Doug. Your task is simple. Just gather around all the music folders and put them back in alphabetical order of the last names of the people that own those folders." The music teacher said.
Doug relaxed a bit as he said, "Is that all?"
"Yes, that's all. Once you get done with that, you're free to go." The music teacher said as he pulled out some keys from his pocket and gave them to the black haired boy. "Lock up when you leave and hand the keys over to my office when you're done, okay?"
"Yes, sir." Doug nodded as he watched the music teacher leave. Doug gave a smile as he turned around and surveyed the room... only to see that a mess of folders were everywhere as Doug gave a groan.
"Of course, I still blame Roger for volunteering me in the first place. Organizing by alphabetical order was easy on paper... but when in action, it's hard to do..."
It was about fifeen minutes later that Doug had collected all the music folders and was looking at the last names as he put the folders inside a bookshelf that the students would need to pick up from during their classes. As Doug was doing that, he heard something echoing in another room.
"As I was organizing the folders and got about three-quarters of the way done, I suddenly heard something coming from inside the spare room. At first, I thought it was just some older students talking, but I listened again. The more I listened, the more I took a moment to realize that the sound wasn't talking... it was singing... from one person in particular coming from the other room."
As Doug put the last folder away, he quickly turned and saw a light coming in from the spare room. He raised an eyebrow, not remembering anybody coming in. His curiosity getting the better of him, he decided to investigate as he peeked into the room. And much to his surprise, he noticed a very familiar classmate holding her hairbrush, singing into it, pretending it was a microphone. The familiar, purple haired, heavy-set, pink dress wearing girl seemed so into the song she didn't notice someone peeking in.
Doug watched in curiosity as he seemed attracted to her voice.
"That was the first time I have ever heard Connie sing, and I had to admit, she had a very beautiful singing voice, like an angel from heaven. Half of me wanted to go in, but I didn't want to interrupt her when she was in the mood. So, I watched and waited... which became, what I thought it was back then... my first mistake."
Indeed, Doug gave a smile as he leaned his ear towards the door, that he didn't realize that his knob was on the door. Doug just watched Connie sing along to her tune happily as she gave a giggle.
As soon as she was done singing, Connie gave a happy sigh as she felt pretty satisfied. She quickly put her hairbrush back in as she was about to leave and head out the door. She reached for the doorknob and pulled it... as Doug got pulled along and fell, causing him and Connie to yelp in surprise as Doug toppled atop of Connie, making them both fall down...
...as their lips somehow made contact with each other, as if initiating a deep kiss...
Doug's eyes widened in shock as did Connie's as their lips kept moving and kissing each other. Doug quickly let go in a panic as he started, "Connie, I'm so sorry, I-"
"Doug?" Connie said, in surprise. "How long have you been here? And... did we just... kiss?"
Doug yelped as he looked around, wondering how he was going to get out of this scenario.
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