Oh, Sheet!

I saw her face go all white when she saw me at the door. Her guitar crashed to the ground, and Mack took a few steps back.

I entered her room and took note of all the music sheets laying around. I noticed that her nightstand was overflowing with the papers, so much that the ends of them poked out.

"Um, um…" Mack began, frantically picking up the sheets and shoving them away.

I noticed a few taped to the wall, "Did you write these?" I inquired, observing the creative lyrics.

The brunette nodded, "Yeah." She gulped and tucked a stray hair away, "I want to write songs for musicals one day. Pretty silly, huh?"

I turned to face her in surprise, "Are you kidding me? This is amazing!"

The brunette turned her head away from me, and I approached her. I tilted my head the slightest bit and noticed the redness on her cheeks.

"You have an amazing voice." I complemented, "And you play guitar very well."

"Th-Thank you."

"Why haven't I heard you sing before?" I questioned, "I mean, you could win the talent show in ten seconds flat with all these songs."

"We should probably get started on the project."

"But…?"

"Did you bring your notes?"

I nodded.

"Awesome. I'll go grab mine and be right back." The brunette got up and walked downstairs, while I sank on to her bed and rooted around in my backpack for my own notes.

I laid my notebook on Mack's bed and looked around at the sheet music. There were so many of them.

I picked up one that was sitting on the nightstand. The ink looked fresh, so I figured it was recent.

"No!" Mack shouted from behind me, snatching the paper out of my hands before I could get a good look at it.

"What the…?"

She ordered me to look away, which I did. I felt the mattress jump up then heard it plop right back down.

What was all that about?

I looked up at Mack, confused. Her shoulders heaved as she took in several heavy breaths.

"Sorry." She apologized, taking a seat next to me.

I shook my head, "No. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been snooping."

"You were snooping?" Mack asked, placing her hands on her hips and raising a single brow.

Oops.

"No, not snooping, more like rooting around your room in curiosity."

"That's the definition of snooping, genius."

I chuckled, "Oh yeah."

Mack laughed and sat down next to me. The scent of saltwater filled my nostrils, calming me down.

I observed every inch of her perfect body, resisting the sudden urge to kiss her.

Wait, what?

"Lela?"

I slowly lifted my face up, staring into her concerned eyes.

"Are you alright? You were staring at me for a while." She started pulling down the edges of her shirt, "Do I look weird?"

"No, no, no. You look...perfect." I assured, meaning every word I said.

The brunette ducked her head, and I thought I saw her blushing.

You really do look perfect.

"So." Mack cleared her throat, "Ready to start on the project?",

I nodded (although I honestly didn't want to start). She grabbed her notes and scooched closer to me, so close to where our legs brushed up next to each other.

"Let's get started." Mack said, flashing me probably the cheeriest smile I have ever seen.

Perfect.

That's what she really was.