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It's February. The cold morning wind silently passes through the tops of the trees, unbothered by the sighs of the poor students who didnt get any sleep that night. It's just a normal tuesday, nothing that special about it in their eyes. But it's not just a regular tuesday, at least not for two guys . Two guys who just so happen to be the main aspect of our story. For them, this tuesday is about to be completely different.
But who are these guys anyways?
Kris is the person who everyone knows, but barely anyone's actually friends with . He's known in school because of his dad, but other than the fact that they both play guitar, he's not like his father at all. He isn't charismatic, he's rather introverted and prefers being alone at home than going to parties. He isn't unfriendly or mean, it's just that he really doesn't have any social skills, resulting in him not having any good friends, despite being well known.
Bojan is a guy who started going to his school rather recently, but because of his unimaginable levels of charisma, it feels like he's been here since first grade. He's grown to be insanely popular in barely a few months, which Kris completely understands. Bojan's charismatic, has a great sense of humour, sings wonderfully, and, god forbid, is just absolutely stunning.
Kris is openly pan, and yes, he does sometimes envy the older (but significantly shorter) guy, and yes, Bojan does seem to have everything Kris doesn't, and yes, Kris does sometimes wish he could be just like Bojan. But hey, he just wants to be like the guy! Bojan's way too popular to actually befriend him. He hasn't even talked to the boy in question yet, and he probably never will, cause why the hell would someone like Bojan talk to someone like Kris? Bojan has so many cool friends already, there's no reason for the Bojan himself to talk to h-
"Hi!"
Kris snapped out of his thoughts as he realised it was lunch break and he was in the middle of the school park, sitting on a bench. He shook his head trying to remember how he got here, and then remembered that there was something- no, someone, who got him out of his headspace. Kris turned his head to the side where the sound came from, only to see Bojan Cvjetićanin out of all people, smiling at him.
"What's your name? I see you in school often, but i never got the chance to talk to you" Bojan asked, still smiling.
"Oh- uhm uh, m-my name's Kris." the younger guy stammered, still terribly confused about what happened.
"I'm Bojan, nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too, Bojan" Kris nervously chuckled, wondering what kind of fate lied upon him, if the person he was thinking about just randomly popped up, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Uhm..I wanted to ask if you could do a little favor for me." Bojan muttered under his breath, avoiding eye contact.
"Well, what is it?" Kris asked, now honestly scared that Bojan's gonna use him for money or something.
"My band is gonna have this little concert after school, and it'd mean a lot to me if you'd come!" Bojan grinned.
"Oh, of course I'll come!" Kris sighed, relieved.
"Really? Oh my, thank you!! Almost everyone else is just busy and can't go!" Bojan laughed, absolutely euphoric. "Here's a little card, it has all the information you'll need, the exact time, exact place, songs, everything!"
"Thanks!" Kris smiled, not sure what else to say. There was just too much stuff going on in his head.
"See you soon, byeeeeee!" Bojan giggled as he ran off.
Kris was just left standing there, still very confused, but happiest he's been since a while.
Today is going to be a great day.
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Lunch break ended, and Kris had to go to chemistry. Now, he's usually pretty good at it, basicly at the top of his class, but that day he simply couldn't focus. His mind was fully occupied by Bojan and the little folded card he gave Kris. He wanted to unfold the note earlier, but the bell rang, and he had to go to class. Now was the perfect time to read it though, so he slowly unfolded the note, not to alarm any of his classmates, or especially his teacher. The invitation was written on a bright, magenta coloured piece of paper, with a simple black ballpoint pen. It said:
"Hi:)! Here's all the information you'll need about the first school gig of Fakju (Kris figured that was the bands name)!!
Place- school hall
Time- Tuesday, 17:00
Songs that will be played-
•Užitek na replay
•Good old fashioned lover boy
•Waterloo
•Riptide
•Led S Severa
If there are any questions you want to ask, call the bands vocalist, Bojan-
+386 195 *** **
See you there:D!"
Kris smiled. Bojans band is gonna play two of his fathers bands' songs: a classic, and a rather new one, plus a few well known songs. This is gonna be a great evening. He reread the note, just in case he missed anything. Everything seems clear, exact time, exact place, and if anything goes wrong, he can always just call Boj- wait. Did Bojan just give him his number? It's just for informational purposes, sure, but still. Kris giggled silently. He just got the number of like, the most popular guy in school, that's quite the achievement, isn't it? Sadly, it appears his giggle wasn't as quiet as he wished it would be. Kris raised his head from the note only to see the entire class and the teacher staring at him.
"So, Mr. Guštin, since you've payed so much attention to the class today, you probably know the answer to the question I just asked?'' the teacher asked, menacingly staring into Kris' very soul.
"I'm sorry, proffesor, could you maybe repeat the question?'' Kris mumbled, face red from the embarassement. He couldn't have waited for the next break, could he? Now he embarassed himself in front of his favorite teacher and the entire class.
"And how about you tell your fellow classmates what this note you're holding is about?'' the man smiled bitterly. Kris' chemistry teacher was understanding and kind, but hated when students didn't pay attention to his class. Kris decided that the note wasn't that personal anyways, so there wasn't a reason to avoid talking about it. "It's an invitation to Fakju's gig after school."
"No swearing in class, Kris! Seriously, what has gotten into you?'' the proffesor asked, honestly dissapointed in one of his best students' behavior. "Nonononono, I'm not swearing, it's just the bands name! F - A - K - J -U!" the boy laughed. "Alright, alright, I know you're a hard working student, and you probably just got carried away, it happens. Just promise me to actually pay attention in class and read your invitations after, ok?'' the teacher sighed, not wanting to deal with this any longer . There was barely any time left in the lesson anyways. "Of course, proffesor" Kris smiled, relieved he didn't get into any trouble .
Class ended and bit by bit, all lessons were over. It was exactly 16:00, so one hour 'till the concert. Kris was really excited, so he put on his headphones and started playing the songs that were going to be played at the gig on repeat, so that he could sing along with Bojan . He was going to enjoy this.