Ben's P.O.V
The bell rings, signaling the end of class. I check the timetable on my journal to find out what my next class is. Art. I feel my stomach flip. Art is one of my favourite classes, for many reasons. One of them being, him. Theres a boy in my class. His name is Ash. We haven't ever really spoken before, but my friend and I always talk about how darn cute he is. He fell asleep on my shoulder on the way home from a school trip once and I swear my heart still hasn't recovered. I can't wait to see him.
I pack up my things and leave the classroom, thanking my teacher on the way out. My heart rate was speeding up with every step I took towards the art room. I entered the class and saw him sitting at a table laughing with my friend Sammy. His laugh was like music, and his smile could melt pure gold. I made my way towards the table and grabbed a seat.
"Benjameen" Sammy said, pointing finger guns at me.
"Shamalam"
"I was just telling Ash about that time you held eye contact with your history teacher and sang Phantom of the Opera at him, ya big nerd"
"Semmy noooo" God dammit why would you do that, now Ash is gonna think I'm a weirdo.
"Heheh I thought it was cute. You're such a silly bean"
Ash thinks it's cute? Oh god am I blushing? I'm totally blushing oh no.
"He loved it okay? It took all his strength not to sing back. He would make a great Christine"
"Sing for me" whispered Sam.
I began singing Christine's part, recieving a strange look from my teacher but a giggle from Ash. This was going to be a fun class.