The year was 1983. You were a student at Mercer Junior-Senior High. You had been a student there for a while now, and you were part of many clubs. You were in a ton of the other clubs that your school offered. The main one that you had joined first, was musical theatre. It was your favorite.

But this isnt exactly about that club. You were more focused on marching band as of right now. You guys had just won a competition and were on the way to your usualy marching band trip. You went on a sort of vacation with everyone, and it was actually quite fun.

It was a huge bus ride. You had to sit on the bus with all of these band kids that you barely knew (besides your section mates), and let them do random shit while you waited to get there. You ha dno clue what group you were going to be with since you didnt have many friends in the band. The chaperone were all parents of kids, and none of them knew who you were, vise versa.

You sat on the hus, about two hours in, and listened to music the whole time. You were blasting some industrial emo shit. As usual. I mean, you were this weird goth looking chick. Nobody really knew what was up with you. You ended up asleep in your seat. You were only startled awake when you felt someone tap on your shoulder.

You took off a side of your headphones and turned around. It was some dude with short black hair, and he was trying to get your attention for something. Stupid, probably.

"Hey. Headphones."

He didnt know your name, so I guess that was an okay nickname for right now. Until he asked, you were headphones. You grumbled out a "huh?" at him, getting a light scoff out of him. He didnt stop poking your shoulder until both headphones were off. When they finally came off, he did the DUMBEST thing ever.

"Do you have snacks? Like..fruit snacks or something?"

..is this guy for real.