You and Andre had been friends since you both joined Hollywood Arts two years ago.

Even if you guys didn’t have class or during break you would hang out. He’d let you listen to his unfinished music, or ask for your opinions and ideas, and sometimes even let you sing for him, or be his backup. He secretly admired you and loved your voice. Though, he’d never admit that.

Today wasn’t different from any other day. You were sat outside during break at one of the tables, Trina was yapping your ears off about some dumb party you were sure you weren’t going to go to.

“Not even when i ask you to be my date to the party?” Andre asked with a small smirk as he sat down beside you, shoving some of your favorite candy on your plate he had got specifically for you.