`Sing it back to me; (Astoria/Travis)

[CALEB RYMORE]

"Ive got a feeling if I say this loud enough, You'll sing it back to me"

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Math class was boring, tedious infact, and Caleb was beginning to fall asleep on his desk. It was a good thing he sat near the back of the class or the teacher, Mrs Ross, would have caught him and given him detention or something. He had seen that happen to other poor souls that had fallen asleep in her class and the Caleb knew he was probably going that way. Maths was his weakest subject ever, Caleb never understood why you need half of this maths rubbish, it's not like you're going to use it when you leave school. Caleb's more a very right brained young fifteen year old, a very gifted little artist, a creative type of person. It's better to be creative than be good at logical things, you can't learn to be creative so that's better to have.

Falling over on his desk, wishing that the class would end but there was still around another half hour to go and he felt like he would die soon, he didn't have a clue what the teacher was talking about, neither did he care. He knew he wouldn't need maths for what he wanted to do when he left school so why did he have to go to this stupid class? it was pointless and he was sure that most of his classmates would agree. Looking up to his side he noticed that Travis and Astoria looked as bored as he did, so did most of the whole class. Ripping a page from his notebook as quietly as he could he started doodling like his did in most of his classes, he swears he does more doodling than actual work. After ten minutes of drawing a doodling the teacher still hadn't noticed and he thought it was quite funny, maybe because he wasn't usually in trouble the teacher never actually looked over to where he sat to see if he was doing anything he shouldn't be doing.

Ripping out another piece of paper from his notebook he started to scribble on it and passed it over to Travis who sat next to him, nobody in the whole class looked like they were interested. "Are you bored too, or is it just me that's going to die before the next bell rings?" Caleb was forever passing notes in class and he had only been caught once or twice, it was a good way to 'talk' to people without relatively being caught.

[TRAVIS MERRITT]

Math. The most boring thing ever. And sitting in a class, with a teacher who talked about nothing than math, and he having to actually do something related to math. It was awful.
Travis let out a long, yawn, stretching out his arms as he did so; his arms were so long, he accidentally hit the student behind him. "Sorry" he whispered, a bit too loudly, receiving a glare from Mrs Ross. He raised his hands up, as if saying 'Yeah, sorry, I'll shut up now.'
He glanced up at the clock; half an hour more of this madness. Travis swore he was about to die from boredom.

Math had never been one of his stronger traits. Never had, and probably never would, either. But his parents had promised to buy him a new Gibson guitar if he'd do well on his next grade, so he tried his hardest to pay as much attention as he could. He managed for ten minutes. Then he dropped down his pen and went to daydreaming. Rockstar. Not necessarily a big one, but a star nonetheless. He wanted to entertain people with his gift as an artist, and if he could make a living off doing something he loved more than anything, then hell yeah. Life would be sweet. But no, he was stuck in this godforsaken school with NOTHING to do. Well, maybe it was just this month, that had him so incredibly bored. And well, excited. Next month, or exactly twenty-nine days from now, he'd be at a Jimmy Eat World concert with Astoria. A small venue. And he was hoping to meet the guys.

His dream was of course to meet the Beatles as a group. But that was impossible now, with Lennon dead along with Harrison. Only Paul and Ringo remained. Not that it wouldn't be an honor to meet them, but Travis was more a fan of the ENTIRE group, he didn't single out members.
But as said before, it would remain a dream and nothing but a dream.

He was disturbed from his daydream as a piece of crumpled paper was passed onto his table. His head snapped up and he saw Caleb slipping him a note. He gave him a small smile before focusing on the note. Travis grinned as he read it. He flipped it over, picked up his pen and brought it to the paper. 'Nope. This class is killing me. If this would pass any slower, it'd be going backwards."

((really really reall sorry about the short note message. my mind drew a blank when I reached the note part))

[ASTORIA CAMARGO]

Now Astoria never usually complained about school, unless she had insanely amounts of homework that was obviously impossible to get done in the amount of time it was set for, but Maths’ lessons with Mrs Ross really were a drag. It wasn’t that she was particularly awful at Maths, although to be perfectly honest she wasn’t the best student you could ask for. But the fact that it was so mind-numbingly boring made the lessons ten times worse. Her class didn’t really have the greatest teacher out there; she really was a pathetic excuse for someone supposed to have a degree in Teaching.

She sat there, smiling to herself, probably looking a little crazy to the rest of her classmates, as she mulled over the lyrics to one of her favourite musical songs and sat staring out of the window. Travis was sat on her side, with one of his friends Caleb next to him. She knew Caleb, but not exactly as well as she knew Travis. She wouldn’t mind getting to know him better, it was weird, sometimes she swore she thought about Caleb more than she should. Was that a little creepy? It was probably just some stupid school girl crush; she thought, as she shrugged, blinking and turning her attention back to what was happening in the classroom.

Frowning at her Maths sheet she realised she hadn’t been paying attention to the instructions. Hopefully Travis had, but that was unlikely. She turned to her side and saw the two guys passing an note between the two of them. “As if you’re passing notes during class, you rebels!” pulling a false shocked face she leant over Travis slightly grabbing the note and grinning stupidly, before settling back in her place having gone unnoticed by the teacher, “I hope you’re not talking about me” she added as a joke. She giggled silently as she read the notes, smiling at both her friends then uncapped her red parker fountain pen.

Storia wasn’t much of an artist but she could draw pretty epic stick people. Whilst biting her tongue slightly in concentration she drew the three of them, placing big smiles on each of their faces, then in her neatest bubble writing wrote “fifteen minutes before freedom”. Then deciding she might as well distract herself even more, tipped out her colouring pencils from her pencil tin and coloured a big orange blob for Travis’ hair and a brown straight mess for Caleb before getting her orange highlighter for her own head. “I am such an artist!” She whispered, if you could call it whispering, Astoria found it particularly hard to be quiet at the best of times.