Falling Face First [BxB]

The New Kid

His name is Ashton. He came to our school a couple months ago, halfway through the school year. When I saw him for the first time a few days later, my heart skipped a beat, and my cheeks turned red. He was the most amazing human I had laid eyes on. He's tall, with dirty blonde hair, and eyes as blue as the ocean. I just stood in the hall, staring, I'm honestly surprised I didn't get trampled by the post-homeroom mob that is our school

Between then and now, I didn't really think much of him again, I saw him a few times in the hall, but no conversation, no awkward wave or anything, just me staring, and him looking straight ahead. Because no one that amazing would waste their time with some theater geek like me.

I'm sitting in algebra class, staring at the clock. 10 minutes left. I start tapping my foot, and humming "Defying Gravity", wow, I am the biggest geek. I would usually be out of my mind excited for the end of the day, but not today. Today's the talent show, and my friends somehow convinced me to sing Evermore from Beauty and the Beast. In front of the entire school. 5 minutes go by, then two, and finally the bell rings. That is one of my favorite sounds of the entire day, except today.

On the way to the auditorium, I bump into my best friend Amber, who is also performing. "I'm dying inside." Is all she says as she slaps me in the back of the head. Don't ask. Ambers been my friend since 5th grade, so we have a lot of inside jokes.

"Aren't we all?" I reply. Usually I'm just joking when I say things like this, but not today. We walk backstage and I immediately start blushing. Of course freaking Ashton is in the talent show, and of course he plays the freaking saxophone.

"Hey Ashton!" Amber says walking over to him. I just stand there, because I am just that awkward. "You've met my friend Oliver right?" She asks, gesturing towards me.

"I haven't actually." He replies looking over to me. He gives me the most adorably awkward wave, and I do the same. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME SATAN?

Ashton goes back to practicing his sax (he's freaking amazing by the way) and Amber and I keep going backstage to where the singers are warming up. There's 4 of us, and all of us are panicking except ms Polly perfect Julianna Schultz, who has a resting smiley face.

"So how do you know Ashton?" I ask Amber.

"He sits next to me in history. Why?"

"Just wondering" I lie. I don't know why because I know she can tell if I'm lying or not.

"Sure, you're 'just wondering' how your best friend knows the guy you stare at at lunch." She says as she raises one eyebrow.

"Pssh I don't -" I start

"Sure you don't, just like I'm not gay." She jokes.

After practicing, and listening to Amber practice for about 45 minutes, the stage manager comes to tell us the show starts in 5 minutes. This is it, the first time I'm singing in front of people and I'm freaking the hell out. I can barely sing in front of my dog without failing, let alone people I don't know. I keep telling myself I'll be fine, but it doesn't work. Reassuring yourself never works.

The first few acts come and go, as if time is speeding up, and then it's my turn. I step on stage, and I feel everyone's eyes on me. Why does anyone say that imagining people in their underwear works? It does the exact opposite of help. It takes me a minute to start, but eventually I get the first line out. It's all uphill from there. I flow through the words, managing to hit the low notes, which I usually can't do. The belt at the end was the most surprising part. I actually held the note with the same amount of energy.

After my song, everyone claps, and I feel like I'm on top of the world, like I'm Jason Mraz at one of his concerts. I step off stage and my shoulders drop in relief. Amber catches my eye, runs over to me and wraps me in a bear hug, which is odd considering I'm 5 inches taller than her. "You were SOOO freaking amazing!!!" She scream whispers.

Ashton is following closely behind her, and he gives me an awkward smile and says "that was amazing! Almost better than Dan Stevens." HE KNOWS HIS BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!!! THIS GUY IS GETTING MORE AND MORE PERFECT!

He goes after me, and plays My Way on the Saxophone. Of course he likes Frank Sinatra. Why is he so perfect? He walks backstage, and sits down next to me, on my other side is Amber, who shoots me a grin.

Authors note:
Hello all! Hope you're enjoying the story so far! I know this is like the 6th story I've started but I promise you I will actually update this one.
- Peculiar