ℳ𝓎 𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅ℯ𝓇𝒻ℯ𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃𝓈 ✫ⓅⓄⒺⓉⓇⓎ✫

The band room

The band room

That's where you are every Wednesday playing next to me. As the songs go on I can see your stolen glances directed my way and I can feel the blush creeping up your cheeks when I notice.

However, it's after practice ends the things you like finally happen. When we sit back for hours in the band room just us.

We talk and talk and never seem to stop. The conversations are deep but yet so comfortable as the room fills with silence.

I can feel your eyes on me and me as I see you smile shyly, waiting to catch my eyes in yours. It's scary.

It's scary cause I think I know what you feel but I don't feel the same. I don't want to hurt your feelings which is why I try to change the conversation every time it leads towards a confession of feelings. I know we got paired up for prom and had to dance oh so close but I don't feel the same

The band room is a blessing as much as a curse cause of you.