2.

The next day, June went to school as usual, yesterday's events still fresh in his mind. He had been thinking a lot about Keats, about how he had never properly noticed him. He wondered why Keats showed sudden interest in him, even when he was his plain usual self. He sighed, thinking so much gave him a headache.

He placed his books in his locker and moved for the first class, which was english. He remembered that Keats too, was in this class, and upon thinking this, he felt a lot more nervous suddenly.

He moved towards the class, and opened the door. He found himself to be the first one to arrive which wasn't anything new. Arriving first meant that he would not attract a lot of attention, and for that he was glad.

Keats had arrived at the school earlier than he usually did, which was shocking, atleast to him. He was kept up for most the night by thinking of a certain boy. He thought about what he would say when he'd see him during class. Should he wave? But waving was kinda boring and the boring is the last thing he wanted to appear. Maybe he's just say "hey", like he did to his friends, but then again, hey was kinda boring as well.

He moved towards the class after dropping by his locker. Opening the door, the first person he saw was June, with his eyes closed and earphones in, he seemed to be at peace. Looking at him, Keats too, felt peaceful, as if time had slowed down just a little.

June opened his eyes and found Keats looking right at him. No one else was in the class. He blushed, "Hey", he breathed out in a small voice.

"Hey", Keats replied, his voice distant as if he his mind was somewhere else. He shook his head a little and realized how he sounded. A bright pink crept up his neck in embarrassment. He tried to hide it by asking again, "You're quite early", trying to flash his cool smile. You're quite early? Really? Where did that even come from?

"I'm always the first one to enter the class", replied June, truthfully.

"I'm quite the opposite", Keats muttered sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

"I've noticed", June smiled.

Keats found himself smiling back at him, not his cool smile he flashed to everyone, but one which was genuine.

"Want to go grab something to eat after school?", Keats found himself asking, yet again. He didn't exactly know why he'd asked that himself but he decided to go along with it.

June was taken aback by this sudden question. He wasn't really doing anything after school, and for some reason he felt relaxed with Keats, which he hadn't felt with anyone in years.

"Sure", he said, with a small smile. He truly was terrible at communicating. Keats smiled back, a little excited rising in his chest. The classroom door opened and Keats friends along with other students entered. Keats diverted his attention to his friends and June went back to his music, Tchaikovsky's Le Cygne, filling his ears with its soft melancholic melody. A small smile never leaving his face.

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