Mυѕιc Coɴɴecтѕ υѕ All (Echo)

[pipintan]

He looked surprised and tilted his head. "I...don't understand," he replied slowly, frowning.

[~echo~]

"Like... uh..." she looked embarassed. "Maybe we could get a milkshake after school on Friday?"

[pipintan]

He looked taken aback, as his eyebrows pinched together. "Er...what about your friends? They didn't seem to be taken to me," Jerald said, blinking back up at her.

[~echo~]

"Why should I care what they think? It's not like we're doing something wrong," she said with a snort.

[pipintan]

He stared at her, not in disgust, but in quiet contemplation. "I will have to take a reign check, my mother...she..." His voice drew quieter, not really knowing how to explain it, without sounding like a wackjob.

[~echo~]

"Well, let me at least give you my number," she said. She took out a small piece of paper and scribbled a number on it. "Here. Text me and let me know."

[pipintan]

He watched her scribble her number down with bugged out eyes. "Uh...s-sure," he finally said, hesitantly taking her number and shoving in his pocket. He scribbled his number down on a piece of crumpled up paper, before hesitantly handing it to her.

[~echo~]

She smiled at him. "I'll text you." She stood, leaning on a crutch that the nurse had given her, and walked off.

[pipintan]

(Another time skip? )

[~echo~]

(Sure)

It was Wednesday, two days after Catrin's accident and she was at school with her ankle taped up with gauze on it. She was still waiting to hear back from Jared about her date proposal and she was beginning to lose hope. She walked into her first period class, a class they shared, and sat in her usual spot.

[pipintan]

He had wanted to text her, he really did, but something...something held him back. It was difficult to explain. Jareld didn't feel nervous in texting her, he just felt...well, awkward.

He was already sitting in the classroom, an earbud popped into his ear, as he tapped his finger in tempo. He stared out the window with a fist against his heek, not really looking at anything.

[~echo~]

Catrin looked at him curiously, then went to sit next to him. Class wasn't starting yet so they had time to talk. "Hi," she said. "So, any word yet? Are you free on Friday?"

[pipintan]

He jumped as he heard her voice and turned around, his earbud almost popping out. "Oh, er... Hi Catrin," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Um...ah, yeah. I think...I am."

[~echo~]

She brightened up. "Good! Meet me at the milkshake shop after school, Friday."

[pipintan]

This was going a lot faster than he had planned... He was unable to say anything and just resorted to giving her a small nod.

(Should Friday be the day they get locked in the school? )

[~echo~]

(Yesh :3)

Catrin smiled all throughout class and then walked cheerfully out of class when the bell rang.

[pipintan]

(Great! Is it OK if we do a quick time skip? I'll start it.)

[~echo~]

(Sure xD)

[pipintan]

(Awesome!)

Time Skip

The days seemed to blur together, what with Jerald's constantly practicing and school bogging him down. And soon, it was Friday. He was more apprehensive about this endeavor, than excited. After all, what were you supposed to say to someone you hadn't spoken to in years...? To calm himself down, Jerald had locked himself up in the music room.

[~echo~]

Catrin was walking by and she saw him playing within, a small smile on her face. She knocked on the door, noting that it was locked.