As afterschool classes began, music rang out across the school. The sound of a guitar and bass together, bringing a melody like no other.
A pale-green eyed boy with a jet black mullet began to sing out, but as he did his guitar stopped making the noise it should. Both boys stopped, "Bloody hell," his British accent matching his Union Jack tank top perfectly. "Not again."
His friend wearing blue jeans and a black jacket removed his black cowboy to put up his bass, "Seriously, Casey? That's the 15th time this week."
"Sorry, Bluey, I know the words, I swear. The notes as well."
"It's Blueice, and it surely doesn't look it. We should find someone to sing, or play guitar."
"Come on, just one more time, I'll get it."
"Sorry, Casey, but I gotta head home. I don't have much time for my homework tonight, see ya." Blueice put on his white jacket and left.
Casey began to try playing again, but was stopped when he heard, "You guys sounded pretty good," he looked up to see a girl, "up until the singing."
"Hey, Vinyl... Yeah, that's really bothering me. I don't know why I can't do it, and it's only for that song."
"Well if you ever think you're good enough, I could help ya out with a gig or two, make a little money."
Casey chuckled slightly, "Thanks, I guess. But if me and Bluey can't get this song going, then there's no point."
"Alright, just let me know when you want to," Vinyl put on her custom headset, walking out of the room.
She had left before he wanted to say what he truly wanted, for her to stay.
Putting his guitar away, a freshman run up to her senior, "Casey!"
He turned his head, "Hey, Applebloom, what's up?"
"I know it's only the start of the school year, but the teacher was sayin' stuff I didn't quite understand."
He grabbed the paper from Applebloom's hand, "Algebra, huh? It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it."
"So will you help?"
"Sure," he smiled.
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"Here are you drinks, I'll be back in a moment for order." Day had turned to dusk. John walked away from the table.
Ever since he was 14, John started working as a bust boy at the Honey Willow. Two years later and now he's a waiter.
Walking up to a new table, it showed a few boys hanging out. John walked up with a smile, and introduced himself.
"Wait, John?" said Riley looking up at the server after he was introduced.
"Riley?"
Dylan looked his friend, "You know him?"
"Yeah, met him today, actually. He goes to our school."
"Ah."
John went back to his waiter attitude, "So, what would you guys like to drink?"
XX
Riley left the building after eating, not being able to sit still for long. Donte followed his actions as well, his ulterior motif being Dylan forced to pay. Donte noticed a really cute girl sitting alone, possibly waiting for her ride, Or her boyfriend...? he thought.
After thinking for a moment, he walked up to her, "Hey, I'm Donte, you mind if I borrow this?" being his normally brave self, he took the stetson of the girls head and placed it on his.
However, she immediately took it back, "People don't just take my hat," her country accent being a strong one.
"What's your name, stranger?"
"Applejack."
"Applejack, huh? Sounds like a good apple picker."
"Well I am," she said boasting a bit.
"Let's see what else you're good at picking," he fanned out a deck of cards.
"Yeah, no. I don't believe in that magic mumbo jumbo."
"Just one."
"Nope."
Donte leaned it to her, whispering in her ear, "Between you and me, these are apple scented cards."
"Really?" she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Don't believe me? Take one and see."
She took out a random card and smelled it, "You lied to me."
"Yup, but it got you to pick a card."
"I'm not participating in your 'trick'." She handed the card back.
"You don't have to," he took her Queen of Diamonds and shook it in his hands. The card disappeared, "You only have to look in your hat."
"Nope, I'm not going to."
"Aw, spoil-sport. I'll take your hat off then." As he reached, his hand was smacked away.
"Fine, I'll look in it." She took off her hat and looked inside, "There's nothing in it."
"I know, but that sure fooled you."
Applejack unconsciously chuckled, not knowing why. "You're right, it did."
"You don't believe in 'magic mumbo jumbo'," he tried to copy her accent, "so I didn't do any."
"Alright, so what if I did believe in it?"
"You don't, so it doesn't matter."
"Maybe I was stretchin' the truth. And I don't believe in it yet."
"Oh, then here." He fanned the cards out, with Applejack picking a card. "Now what I want you to do, is kiss the face of the card."
"What?"
"Kiss the face."
She kissed the card, and returned it to the deck. Donte said, "Step 1, hold out your hands," Applejack complied and held out her hands, "Step 2," he said with a snap, "your card jumps up to the top, the 4 of Clubs. So take your card." Applejack went to reach and he asked, "That's your card right?"
"No."
"It isn't?"
"Nope," Applejack chuckled slightly from his confusion.
"Uh... Here, I think I got it." He turned the card face down, and placed it in her hands; placing her other hand on top. "You kissed the face of the card, right?"
"Eeyup."
"But we've never met before. So we've never kissed... So you have to give me a kiss basically."
"Do I now?"
"From what I believe is the answer, yeah. So, I would suggest-"
Applejack removed one of her hands, grabbing his shirt. As he was pulled towards her, her lips shut his. Donte's eyes were shot open from her being so sudden.
The kiss broke seconds later, with their faces red. Donte cleared his throat. "S-So... Um," he almost forgot his patter. "So, yeah. N-Now that I know what it feels like..." He kissed her closed hands, slightly tracing them with his fingers, leaving a small bit of magic in there. "Open your hands."
She opened them, revealing her 2 of Spades. "That's pretty cool. Maybe I should start believing in this magic more."
Donte tried to go back to his brave self when he said, "Well with magical kisses like those, I don't see why not."
"Are you askin' me out?" she asked with a smirk.
"Only if you're gonna say yes to going to dinner tomorrow."