You pick up the red guitar pick from the hat. Frank, the kid from music, smiles and stands up. He’s probably the youngest out of the five guys, but you don’t mind. He steps over the hat, almost tripping over it. You giggle quietly, and he looks at you, glad he made you laugh. He takes your hand, and you walk into the closet together. He’s still smiling and he sticks his hands in his pockets. “Sorry...I’m kinda clumsy” he says, quietly. You smile back, and you say you don’t mind. He steps closer to you, looking deeply into your eyes, taking your hand again. “I know I’m younger then you...and you probably think I’m just a stupid little kid” he looks down, and you feel a small bit of pity for him. “But” he says “I like you...I really like you, I was really happy you chose me...” He flicks his black hair out of his eyes, and you can clearly see them now, a really nice shade of brown, and you look at him, feeling yourself fall in love. “Can...can I kiss you?” He asks politely. You don’t give him a chance to do it before you kiss him first. He’s surprised at first, but then he starts to like it. You kiss passionately for the next five minutes, until he stops. He draws back, and you smile at him. “Your piercing...it’s wrong” you say giggling. He puts his hand to his mouth, and sorts out his lip ring. The buzzer goes off, and you smile. He takes your hand again, and you both walk out the closet and sit back on the sofa. You talk for a while, before you start kissing again.
You both go out for the rest of high school and college. After college, he asks you to marry him. You say yes, and marry a year later. You don't have any kids, but you live happily for the rest of your lives.
