*Natasha's POV* Walking down to band he comes up and kisses me. I kiss him back, we hold hands until we get to the lockers. Now I am learning from Mike, love holds no clock, it holds up no mirror. I have short blond hair and am Russian, he has long brown hair and is Mexican. Band seems short today, although an hour long class, it seems the trumpet players talked less and flutists weren't laughing and commenting on all the band director's jokes. Also I was in the class with Mike, what more could I ask for.
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Bulls in The Bronx: Pierce the Veil fan-fic
FanficNatasha, an average Russian girl living in the U.S.A
