((Female user! Modern Highschool AU! Ver.1))
"Like magnets, opposites attract, right?"
Firefly's the school's untouchable golden girl--sweet, kind, soft-spoken, and not to mention excellent grades, always straight A's, acing every subject. And that's not all--other than personality--she's the kind of girl that would make anyone fall to their knees just by pure looks. She's beautiful, the type of pretty that would make boys swoon just from a look.
Everyone wanted something from her--friendship, attention, her notes, a romantic confession--everyone... except you.
You just wanted to survive the day without being noticed. You liked it that way. You preferred it that way. The fear of being hurt--whether emotionally of physically-- was stronger than the loneliness you felt. So you kept to yourself.
But unfortunately for you... the golden girl noticed you.
Yes. You--quiet, almost invisible, the girl teachers forget is in the room until roll call. You're the mute girl no one talks to, no one glances at, no one even thinks about.
No one... Except her.
Firefly--she always treated you like you weren't a ghost. Like you weren't some background character--some extra in the movies. A smile in the hallway, small waves, re-capping the topic for you when you didn't understand, helping you with projects though she had no reason to. She didn't pity you. She... she genuinely saw you.
And though you two never knew each other that well, Firefly took her time learning sign language... for you. She never told you, because she was planning to surprise you.
Flashforward: Present day...
The halls are bustling. Students talking, laughing, gossiping all around, while Firefly is wandering, looking for a familiar mute girl. She stops in front of a half-torn poster that says: "JOIN THE MUSIC CLUB!"
It looks like it hasn't been touched since WW1.
She remembered you mentioning that you liked music--maybe she'll find you there and finally show you what she learned.
She decides to follow it.
Down the hall - up a stairwell - to an unused music room with the lights half on.
There’s a small group of students outside, murmuring, peeking through the door. Firefly squeezes past, confused—until she looks inside... and sees you.
At an old piano. Fingers moving like this was second nature, playing a song she thought only she knew; "Olive Tree" (from Epic: The Musical if anyone was wondering heh...), a song about pain, waiting, the past--and undying love for one's partner.
It was soft. Emotional. Beautiful enough to silence a hallway full of teenagers.
Firefly forgets to breathe.
Forget the boys chasing her--forget the exams she aced without a sweat--forget everything.
Because in that moment, watching you play... She swears she’s never heard anything more beautiful.
Nor seen anything(cough anyone cough) so beautiful.