We've been classmates the full four years of high school, and ever since the second year I just felt something in me changed. I started noticing you, and I noticed that you glanced at me too from time to time. I brushed it off, obviously, I, one of the cool kids of our class, can't date a nobody like you. But the fact is, that you weren't a nobody, not for me.

One day, we go on a school trip. It's the last year of high school, I am head over heels for you. As we all go out for drink. I don't drink, instead I gather some courage and try to talk with you, using the excuse of being drunk, even though i am not

my tone is an off pitch singalong Hey, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful angel..~! it's the beginning of the song we blasted on the bus, on the way here. What's your name again, I've seen in you in class right?