Michael Jones:
Hey, sorry I am late, I was talking to Mr. Van Sickle about History
Derek Montgomery:
It’s fine, just don’t make a habit of it. Now sit down and get to work on something productive
Michael Jones:
Oh yeah, of course
Cody Powers:
Even showing up late to study hall? Wow Jones. I am so impressed
Michael Jones:
Cut the sarcasm Cody, I am fully aware that I’m late. What are you even working on?
Cody Powers:
Oh, I finished my work, so I’ve been messing around with photobooth on my laptop. Look, My head is all warped in this picture
Michael Jones:
Of course
Derek Montgomery:
Hey, You two, be quiet over there. This is study hall, not don’t study at all hall
Michael and Cody, both say something along the lines of:
Sorry, we’ll keep it down
Derek Montgomery:
Thank you
Michael Jones:
Hey, do you know who that girl is back there?
Cody Powers:
Of course not. Didn’t you hear Mr. Montgomery? This is study hall, we don’t talk to other people. We do our work
Michael Jones:
Or take Photobooth photos?
Cody Powers:
You mean awesome photobooth photos, and yes, that too
Michael:
Whatever. I need to get to work. Have fun
[Verse One: MikelWJ]
I was a sophomore, I remember, it was two thousand ten
When I finally decided I had thoughts I could pen
Then I’d buy a microphone to make some music, and then
If I sounded any good, I’d make her more than a friend
She sat a few seats back, they called it study hall class
And I remember looking back with every minute that passed
Hoping maybe she would notice me or something like that
I saw no special in me, but I kept my motives in tact
My goal was solely to impress her and to give her attention
Because I knew that when we talked, there was a hint of affection
But I’m just shy and so awkward, never was much of a talker
But she thought I was funny when I was joking and awkward
And so I sat down and wrote, ripped out the pages and broke
Because the stress that I had gained outweighed the stress I let go
She picked me up from the dirt, I was so damaged and hurt
But the way she looked at me gave me a sense of some worth
Michael:
Hey, uh, my name is Michael. It's nice to meet you
Jacquie:
Hello, My name is Jacquie. Aren't you that guy from study hall?
Michael:
Yeah! You actually recognize me?
Jacquie:
Yeah, you and your friend talk a lot so it's kind of hard to not remember you
Michael:
Oh. Yeah. Anyway, I was wondering if I could eat lunch with you? My friends aren’t really here today
Jacquie:
Of course! Have a seat
[Chorus: MikelWJ]
Our stories strange, so far from a fairy tale
I got your name, and prayed that I don’t fail
You’d walk away, knowing I would follow close
Then every day I saw my feelings start to grow
[Verse Two: MikelWJ]
"I'm begging you don't love me, since you're bound to be hurt."
She said "I'd treat you like dirt, trust me, it just wouldn't work
You have such life in your eyes, I'd hate to see your demise
Or even worse, be the reason why you're up in the skies."
"You'd never hurt me so terribly, I see that quite apparently
Than the evil you've described yo me to give me some clarity."
I said "I don't want to fight, I also know that your right
But if you leave me here in mourning I won't get through the night."
She dropped her gaze to the floor, then shyly looked at the door
And quickly back to me like she was hoping I would say more
I put my hand on her thigh, let out the slightest of sighs
Followed by a simple smile and the lock of our eyes
I said "Don't tell me goodbye." Then felt our fingers entwine
And I think that's near the time I started calling you mine
"I'll write you music, I guess, paced to the beat in my chest
Since it's all that I can do right and I want to impress."
[Chorus: MikelWJ]
Our stories strange, so far from a fairy tale
I got your name, and prayed that I don’t fail
You’d walk away, knowing I would follow close
Then every day I saw my feelings start to grow
[Bridge: MikelWJ]
Do You like me? Because I like you
Can you see me? Or am I see through?
Do you understand the means that i speak through
Every single time I’m dying just to see you
(x2)
[Chorus: MikelWJ]
Our stories strange, so far from a fairy tale
I got your name, and prayed that I don’t fail
You’d walk away, knowing I would follow close
Then every day I saw my feelings start to grow
Jacquie:
What’s on your mind, dear?
Michael:
I think I love you
