Previously

"H-Hey, thanks for l-listening to me r-ramble for 10 minutes, " I chuckle nervously.

"Heh, it's okay! I like listening better than talking anyway!"

"W-Well, see ya, " I wave goodbye to her.

"Byeee!" She waves back.

Now

'Music, one of my favorite classes, '

I walk around the first floor, trying to find the music classroom. I see monsters pushing and shoving each other around. While I am walking, I get shoved into a wall and I feel a pain in my right arm.

'Oooh, that's going bruise...'

I finally make it to the music room, a group of monsters wait outside the classroom.

'The teacher probably isn't in the room right now.'

I roll up my sweater sleeve and check my arm. A purplish-black bruise with about in inch in diameter has formed on my right arm.

'I mean...it's not too bad right?"

"Hey, girl! So like, did you hear about that new girl (Y/N) during Drama?

"OMG, I did! She sings so well! I'm, like, soooooo jealous right now!"

"I know right!? Like, I wish I was her! She is, like, so perfect!"

Two girl monsters in front of me gossip.

One of them, a tall, thin alligator girl with blond hair splits in hang and curls at the end. She is wearing a loose pink cropped shirt with blue and yellow designs on the sleeve. On her left arm is a blue and yellow armband and on her right arm is a blue and black armband. She also wears pink short shorts, black and blue knee-high socks, and pink and white mid-calf sneakers.

The other girl is a plump purple cat with short black hair with a light blue and lavender streak in the front. She is wearing a pair of blue overall shorts with yellow fur coming out from under and on the sides. She also wears a pair of black legging underneath and white ankle boots with black straps.

I try not to eavesdrop on their conversation and mind my own business.

Finally, the bell rings and we all enter the classroom.

I look around the classroom. There are 3 rows of chairs, approximately 30 chairs in total, with music stands for every two chairs. On the stands are 2 names.

'I guess I have to find my name again.'

Everyone begins shuffling around the room to find their name and I do the same. I walk to the front of the room, scanning the pieces of paper but don't find my name. I go to the middle row and find my name in the center of everything.

'(Y/N) and Frisk'

Autumn leaves blow in the distance as we sit under the tree on the hill.

"Frisk...?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah? Is something wrong?" He questions.

"Can you promise something?"

He hesitates for a second.

"Hmm, depends on the promise."

"Promise me you won't leave...You and Miss Avery are all I have left..."

I look up at him. He looks taken back.

"Okay, I won't leave if you don't want me to."

I wrap my arms around him, clinging onto him like he's my life support. He hugs back. I haven't felt this safe in a LONG time.

Until he left me...disappeared without a trace...

I went around asking where he went. The owner of the orphanage says she hasn't seen him in 3 days.

"Frisk!? Where are you!? You said you wouldn't leave!"

I sob into a blue and magenta sweater he gave to me on my 14th birthday. He said that we could match.

Those were good times...

"You promised...Do I mean nothing to you...?"

Tears stream down my tears as I look back at the pained memory. My whole body starts shaking and I pray that no one sees me having a mental breakdown.

I cover my mouth to avoid making a sound. My vision is clouded with tears.

Then, I see a blue and magenta figure sit down beside me.

'OH MY GOD! STOP CRYING AND PRETEND YOUR FINE!'

I wipe away my tears with my sweater sleeve again and stop my sniffling.

"(Y/N)? Is it really you?"

I nod my head but don't say a word. I look down, letting my hair cast a slight shadow on my face.

"I've found you after all these years! You don't know how much I've missed y-"

"Don't give me that 'I've missed you so much' crap...!" I snap, not expecting my voice to sound as threatening as it did.

I didn't even look up at him but I could already tell he was frozen.

"Good afternoon, students," The teacher says.

"Talk afterschool." I mumble quickly and look back up to the teacher.

"I am Miss Shyren and I will be your music teacher for the year."

Miss Shyren is a green, siren-like monster with beautiful aqua-blue hair that reaches her shoulders. Her head doesn't seem to connect to her body though. Her head is more like an individual part of her entire figure. Anyway, her head is like an angler fish with a light dangling from a string from the top of her head. Her body represents the tail of a siren or a lamia. She is wearing a tuxedo top, collar shirt and everything.

"Your name is written on the piece of paper on the music stand along with someone else's name. That person will be your partner and you will do projects with them for the entire year. Now, your first assignment is to find a song online and make a cover of it. At the back of the room are instruments such as the ukulele, violins, guitar, hand drums, and others. Instruments are not mandatory but the singing part is. Alright, you may begin discussing your song."

'Let's get this over with...'

"What song do you suggest?" Frisk asks.

"Do you remember the song we first performed together?"

"Yes?"

"How about that one?"

"Okay."

I walk to the back of the room, grab a ukulele, and go back to my seat. I tune in a little and turn back to Frisk.

"Remind me of the beginning chords again?"

~A mini timeskip brought to you by UWUWUWUWUWU~

"(Y/N) and Frisk are next. Please come up to the front of the classroom and sing your duet."

Frisk takes a deep breath and looks at me.

"Ready?"

"Still a little nervous..."

"It's okay. Even better, it sets the tone up," he chuckles.

"Let's go."

We sit down on the chairs in front of the classroom.

I sigh and begin strumming the ukulele.

"Do you want to go first?
Cuz I'll be happy to wait
I practiced really hard
But I'm finding it strange to start with you." He sings likes he's unsure of himself.

I take a glance over to him and he looks completely stuck in an awkward situation. I look back, acting like I totally didn't glance at him.

'Thank god for this song or else it would have been much more awkward...'

"So how does it go?
I've forgotten the tune...
I haven't warmed up today
So I might sound a bit strange...
Yes, I do..." I sing sheepishly

"Cuz I can sing, I
Swear it's true
I'm just a little nervous in front of you."

I strum the ukulele for the little bit until verse 3.

"So who's on the third?
I think I'm better at melody
Oh, I'm going to get it wrong...
Shall we try another song?"

I gently shake my head as in no.

"No? O-Okay..." he accidentally stutters.

"Let's just go for a take
And see how we sound
My heart is beating fast
Oh, vocal cords, please last...!"

I momentarily stop the ukulele and sing out of breath purposely.

"Here we go..." I sing quieter.

"Cuz I can sing, I
Swear it's true
I'm just a little nervous in front of you."

'Verse 5...The riffs...Oh God, I hope I don't mess this up...'

"Adoo-doo-do-do
Adoo-doo-do-do
Adoo-doo-do-do
Adoo-doo-do-do, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ha-ah-ah-ah-ah
La-da-da-da-da
Hah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh~
Ooh~
Ha-ah."

I peek over at his direction but I don't look him straight in the eye.

"Hey, we sound good (Yeah, we sound good)
Yeah, we sound good~ (We sound so good)
Yeah, we sound good~ (La-da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da)
Da, da, da, da, da (We sound so good)
Yeah, we sound so good~ (We sound so good)
Yeah~ ooh (Yeah~)
Na, na, na, na, na, na
Ooh~ (Da da da da da da...)
Yeah we sound good~
Yeah, we sound good~(Yeah yeah, na na na na ooh~)
Yeah, we sound good~ (We sound so, sound so good)
Yeah~ (Yeah~)
Yeah, we sound good~..."

Frisk looks at me in a confused manner. I look at the ground to my side and change into an 'I just screw up' expression which causes the class to giggle.

I hold my head down and look at the ukulele, strumming it again. I could tell Frisk was looking embarrassed at me.

"I think I messed up...
I just wanted to improvise...
Should we try another day...?"

"I think I sounded great!"

I glimpse at him with a 'what?' face. He looks back at me sheepishly.

"Cuz I can sing, I
Swear it's true
I'm just a little nervous in front of you."

I stop strumming and singing. No one says anything. Not even a peep. I feel my palms getting sweaty as I grip onto the ukulele a little tighter.

'Is anyone going to say anything?'

Then, a monster from the back row claps softly. Then another. And another. I feel my cheeks heat up a little.

Frisk scratches the back of his head bashfully and nervously laughs.

I settle the ukulele down at the back of the room and sit down, fidgeting my fingers.

'What am I going to say to Frisk after school...?'

~A/N~

So let me just explain...

You and Frisk were never in a relationship. It's all platonic. You guys were just really close friends.

And yes. You stopped stuttering when you were talking to Frisk. That's not a mistake.

Word count: 1734 words (including A/N)

*nopes out*