you were in your sophomore year of high school. you played the saxophone. there was a boy in the drumline - Dean - who played the tenors and you had a HUGE crush on.

you were friends with him- but you didn’t know each other very well. tonight was a regular friday night football game, and you sat in the row below him with the other saxophones. he kept tapping your shoulder and bothering like you, while you were trying not to show how much you were blushing.