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Mr. Schmidt's Music Class (Imagine #3)

I took out the folded up paper out of my bag as soon as I got out of Math class with Mr. Henderson and look for my next class. I have music class, with Mr. Schmidt. Today was the first day of senior year and all of the sudden, my school had to add music into the talent list. I'm no good, and I know I'm going to flunk it. I put away the schedule and walk down the hall toward the classroom. I walk in, almost bumping into someone. "Oh. Hi. And your name is?" he asked. I look up into his green eyes and perfect dirty blonde hair. He held a clipboard waiting for me to respond. "Um. My name?" I asked, stuttering. He nodded. "It's Y/N. Y/F/N." He looked down at his clipboard then smiled. "Alright Y/N. You sit in the first row, seat number five" he said, pointing into the room. "Wait? You're the teacher?" "Yes. I'm Mr. Schmidt." I looked at him surprise. He looks very young to be a teacher. I walk into the room and take my seat. I look around. There are guitars hanging on the walls, literally everywhere. My thoughts are interrupted by Mr. Schmidt walking to the chalkboard, talking. "Welcome seniors, to music class. This year, you'll be learning to play guitars. I'll promise you this. Guitars are very easy instrument, that you'll be an expert by not even New Years!" he said. "So, you shouldn't be failing my class." - 1 month later - "Y/N. You're already failing my class" Mr. Schmidt said toward me as he held me back, one day in October, after class. "What? How!?" I asked, getting lost into his green eyes again. "I don't know. You were doing great the first week, then lost focus maybe?" I didn't reply. He sighed. "Listen. Progress report comes out in one month and I know you don't want to see F under Music. Come to Homework Help today, after school. Alright?" I finally woke up. "Huh?" "Homework Help. I'll help you catch up with what you're missing. After school, today." "O-ok" I said, fixing my bag over my shoulder, as I make my way out of the classroom, toward the cafeteria. As I sit down, playing with the barely cooked chicken patty on the tray, I thought about what Mr. Schmidt said. I know why I'm failing. It's not that I'm having a hard time with the guitars. It's him. Me. Schmidt is just so charming, I can't stop looking at him in class. Even when he tries to help me in class, I forget what he tells me. He just so young and hot. I did overhear some student say that he just got out of college last summer, and started his career here. The last bell rang, and I ran out of Gym class, giving the usual high five to Mr. Maslow, my teacher for that class. I ran into the locker room, changed quickly so I could get to Homework Help on time. After changing, I make my way toward the music room. I walk into a quiet room. "Hey" Mr. Schmidt greeted looking up from writing something. I look at him. "Hi. Is, homework help usually this empty." "Yeah. Because nobody fails my class" he chuckles. I laugh lightly. "I see..." "Take a seat" he said, standing up, picking up a sheet and removing a guitar from the wall. He handed me the guitar. "We'll start with the song, You Are My Sunshine. Have you heard of it?" "Oh yes. Sure I have!" "Great. It's easy. First pluck A. Then D...." I spent all afternoon with Mr. Schmidt learning songs after songs, and going beyond the lesson points where we are in class. Sure, I still get paralyzed my him but that hint is growing downhill. Right now, I'm just finishing a song. "If I just lay here. Would you lie with me and just forget the world?..." I did the final chords. "You sing great" Mr. Schmidt said. I smiled, with a blush. "Aw. Thanks, Mr. Schmidt-" "Kendall." "Huh?" "Kendall. Call me Kendall." "Alright.... Kendall." He smiled and pick up his own guitar and started strumming it. I listen as he started to sing. "I've had a lot of those Friday night. Good times. See you later baby. Maybe kiss you good night. Something's different. I can't get you off of my mind. I thought about you on a Monday, Tuesday. Rest of the week I couldn't even try to concentrate. Cause all I wanted was another look at your face..." Kendall stopped playing and said nothing for a while. I just watched him. "Never heard of that song. What is it called?" I asked. "Everyday Girl. I wrote it myself" he said. "Wow. Really?" He nodded. "That's beautiful. Is it for a specific girl on mind?" Kendall bit his bottom lip, avoiding my eye contact. I frown. "Oh. I'm sorry. Did-did you just get out of a relationship?" He shook his head and chuckled. "No. Haven't been in one in a very long time" he said, looking back at me. I just nodded. "But it is for a special girl." "Cool..." was all I said. "Y/N. Come on. Spill it. I know you've been crushing on me for the past month" he said out of nowhere. My eyes dart open and my cheeks, probably turned red. He chuckles. "I'm still young. I know when a girl likes me. And, well. You're the only one that have been looking at me." "Uh..." I giggled nervously. "I better go?" I pick up my bag and pick myself up from the floor we were sitting on, but Kendall had pulled me back down. "Come on Y/N. Just admit it" he teased. "Alright fine! I do like you. But it sounds weird" I said. Kendall scooted a little closer. My heart was racing. "...You're anything but ordinary. Far from typical. The way you dress, the way you think. So unpredictable. I look into your eyes. And I believe in miracles..." he continues to sing. I giggled as he came closer, pressing his lips to mine. I swear, that was a miracle. - 1 month later - Another month has passed and right now I'm sitting in front of Mr. Schmidt's desk. Mr. Schmidt sat down with his hand folded, looking straight at my parents who were sitting next to me. Yes. Parent Teacher Conference. "Y/N is a great student. She's fantastic with the guitar and her voice is amazing" he said toward my mom and dad. "She got a good future ahead of herself. And that's why, she gets herself an A." "That's great" my dad said. I smiled in relief. "Thank you Mr. Schmidt" my mom said. They both got up and head toward the door. My mom turned. "Who do we speak with next?" "Mr. Pena. Spanish teacher" I told her. She nodded and my parents left the room. I turned and look at Kendall, who was smiling. I sat up and walk over to him, placing myself on his lap, wrapping my arm around his neck. He hugged me tight. "An A as in A very good girlfriend" he said finishing it off with a light kiss on my lips. I happily kissed him back.

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Falling Starts - Part Three

Hello hello guys! That's my first imagine story with more parts ever, and I hope you'll will enjoy it. Idk why I decided to write one with Logan but well... I wanna show you a sweet, soft and broken side of our Logan. <'3 Well, it's my first "fanfiction" in English, and I actually write in my own language and not in English but I hope you all understand what I did write. It would be nice if you would give me feedback if you like the story and if I should continue writing it.

I wish you all fun reading it! Hope you all like it!

Part One  |  Part Two |  Part Three

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„Woah! Everything is clean! So clean!“Evelia seemed to not believe her eyes when she and Logan have reached his parent’s house.She looked around stunning; looking at everything that she was seeing in the living room like she has expected something else entirely.

Logan thought that her wondering expression was funny and giggled a little about it. “What did you expect?”, he asked curios, still smiling.

She faced to him. Her mouth was still open; it was the perfect wharf for little flies, so wide was her mouth open. Then she blushed suddenly and bit her bottom lip. “Well, I thought it would be a little … mess since you live alone and have nobody that would clean it for you”, she admitted embarrassed, moving her feet in circles for discomfiture.

Logan found it was sweet how she acted when she felt awkward, and he couldn’t nothing do else but smiling about her. “So do you think I’m lazy or messy?” He raised his eyebrow quizzically.

 “Messy”, she nodded and bit her bottom lip harder, “not lazy. I mean you’re a boy … boys are not always so clean like that.”

 He laughed, husky and warm, and he noticed how good it felt to laugh. It rumbled in his throat and his chest. He suddenly felt so comfortable, more comfortable than he felt when he looked at Evelia, knowing that she liked him.

‘Does laughing always feel so … incredible?’, he asked himself, not believing that he really has laughed. It has been million years where he has laughed for the last time, and somehow he felt lucky; lucky that Evelia made him more to … a human.

He felt things again that he has felt before the accident.

 Slowly he became human, more and more. Only because of Evelia; that girl who has thought he would be messy.

 That was so wrong from her.

 Logan rolled his eyes amused. “You really have funny prejudices against boys”, he noticed loudly.

 Evelia pouted as sweet as she was. “Not true”, she disagreed indignantly, “I also think boys can’t cook, so can you cook?”

 “No.” It was hard for him to choke his smile.

 “See? Some of my prejudices are true”, she argued confident.

 “Well –“ He tried to say something but she interrupted him quickly.

 “Let’s go to the kitchen. I want to see if this room is clean like the others one. And I want to cook you my special lasagna.”

 He only smiled then he showed her the kitchen – which was clean like the others room. Once more he had to hide his grin because he didn’t want to make her mad, although he wasn’t sure if she would ever get mad if she would see him grinning. Maybe she would smile back … but Logan didn’t want to hazard that.

 Sure, he knew more about her now, merely this wasn’t enough for him to appraise her better. She still was a stranger, right?

 “Mhmmm, Logan? Do you have a job?” Evelia was looking in the fridge which was filled with food that he has bought in the last, past days then she lifted her head up, looking in every cupboard that was in the kitchen.

 “No”, he answered low.

 He knew why she was asking this, and he already felt bad.

 "How do you buy your food when you don’t have a job?” She grasped after something in one cupboard, leaning over the sink but she was too small and couldn’t reach it.

 Logan came closer before he stopped and swallowed tensed. “I know it’s bad and I shouldn’t do this because I might get caught someday but … I have no chance, Evelia.”

She nodded slowly then she turned over to him. Her green eyes met his, compassionate and soft; like she wasn’t angry what he has expected from her. “I understand you”, she smiled affectionate, “just if you need something, tell it me, okay?”

 “No, no. You don’t need to do that”, he dissented shocked and looked at her, feeling guilty for being such an idiot.

She still smiled but this smile didn’t reach her eyes which were still looking into his; with this determination that made him giving up.

 “I prefer to buy you everything you want instead visiting you in a prison every day.”

 He envied her for her volition that made him always feeling so small, giving him to understand that he could say or do anything but he would never win against her will.

 So he just nodded understanding before he smiled grateful. “Thank you”, he whispered.

 “Everything for you”, she smiled back. “But I’m glad you were genius enough to steal things that you need for lasagna.”

He laughed again while he went to the table, sitting down on a chair. From there he started to watch her cooking, and somehow the warmth came back, flooding from his toes to his head, warming his whole body at once. He felt so safe in his house like he has never done in the last, past years after the accident.

He always has felt so constrained, not like this was his home anymore; it was a place where he was supposed to find his loneliness, and he was lonely like the house. He has it been but now he wasn’t it anymore.

Evelia was here with him, and that was enough to make him like he was finally at his home.

He melted in this feeling of safety and wished that this would never end; that the world would stop for a few seconds before it would move again, so he could enjoy this feeling before he had to let it go.

Still Evelia was there what meant he had to worry about nothing yet.

This time he wasn’t alone in this hell called home. No. He has found a better home.

“What do you want to become, Logan?” Evelia asked like she wanted to help him get out of his mind.

And it worked. His head lifted up, just to looking at her surprised

“I don’t know.

“So well… what do you like to do?” She couldn’t stop asking him, could she?

He didn’t like it that she was doing this; asking him questions to get closer to him … like friends. Still, he wasn’t becoming friends with the thought of being friends with her. It was more like a one-sided friendship because he was afraid; afraid that he would tell her too much about him.

Or was he just afraid that she would leave him if she would know everything about him?

That was difficult.

But he was afraid, and he didn’t want to hurt her though.

“I like reading … and singing”, he stuttered ashamed. He was ashamed that he liked things that didn’t like a lot of guys in his ages. He was twenty-two, so he actually should like things like driving or playing video games but he liked it quiet. Singing wasn’t that quiet but he liked it a lot. Really a lot.

Evelia was taking something in the oven before she went to the table, sitting on the other chair down which was next to him.

She smiled at him, somehow she looked fascinated from something, and he was wondering about what she was so amazed like she really hadn’t expected that.

“Do you really like singing?”, she inquired stunned.

He nodded abashed, blushing after he has answered his prior question by himself. She was amazed because he liked singing. “Yeah, I do.”

She smiled bright for enthusiasm like suddenly the sun woke up and started to shine. “That’s amazing, Logan. Why don’t you become a singer then?”

“It isn’t that easy, you know …”, he meant afflicted and his eyes went down a little.

“Have you ever gone to an audition?” She looked sensitive at him, and suddenly he felt a touch by his hand that was lying on the table. Her fingers softly struck his hand as she grasped after the water bottle on the table, just to fill the two glasses on the table with water. Then her face turned back to him, waiting of his answer.

He emptied his throat because he was still overwhelmed from the short, soft touch of her before he gave her an answer. “No. However … We live in this little town outside from all big cities. It’s impossible.”

“Nothing is impossible”, she said secure with a serious look, “if you really want to become a singer, so you will be it one day.”

He wanted to laugh at this how stupid this really was but he didn’t. Instead, he looked doubtfully at her. “I already gave up.”

“You’re so stupid”, she murmured appalled, “you didn’t even try it. You can’t say you have given up without trying it at least once.”

She was unique. Her words, the way she was speaking the truth off, her look , her gorgeous, breathtaking smile, her lovely, caring soul. She was perfect, and always surprising.

Logan didn’t know what he should say; he was so speechless. And he was lost in her wonderful, green eyes which reminded him of the green grass when it was spring; so brilliant, so intensive, so catching.

Evelia seemed to notice how much speechless she made him, and blushed as her eyes met his. The pink-red color on her cheeks looked cute, and Logan found himself smiling affectionate.

“I’m sorry”, she apologized suddenly, “I just don’t like it when you think like that.“

He hated the words that came out of her mouth. She didn’t need to apologize for everything, she really didn’t need. He was the one who needed it, not her.

“No, I’m sorry for being so hopeless.”

“You aren’t hopeless, Logan. You’re … just… well, a special type of a guy.”

“A special type?” He raised his eyebrow amused.

“Yeah.” She bit her bottom lip, starring at the glass, thoughts flashing through her eyes, and it seemed like she couldn’t find the right words to explain it. “You’re tidy and you like singing and reading. Well, you’re like a girl!” Her face split into a sassy grin that might hurt her cheeks.

“What a nice comparison”, he rolled his eyes unfazed, “I have never thought that I would be like a girl.”

She wasn’t only friendly and lovely, she was sassy too. But Logan kinda liked that. Maybe he needed someone that was like her; powerful but still with a heart of gold.

“Oh, it’s okay to be like a girl.” Still she had that grin in her face that made him rolling his eyes again.

“What do you like to do?”, he asked before his eyes would fall out because he was rolling them so many times.

“Well, I like reading, too. And I like playing the piano. When I play it, I feel so free like a bird. Even when I don’t have wings, for a few minutes I always think that I’m flying. It’s amazing.” And there was it again. This glorious smile that was suiting her so perfect, and that he loved to see there.

It brought the warmth in him back, the comfortable feeling of having a home that would always wait of him to come home.

But this time there was something more in it; there was this glance of dreaming that lighted her eyes up like the fire was set.

He was fascinated by this look, and his heart made a little jump before it started to beat faster and faster. He could imagine it; Evelia playing the piano but she wasn’t alone. He was there too, sitting next to her and singing a song. A song he has written for her.

It was just an imagination by his own phantasy but he already loved that. And a piece of his heart wished that this would happen.

“I feel the same when I’m singing”, he admitted low, afraid to destroy her gorgeous smile if he would speak louder.

“Would you sing for me?” Evelia looked at him, begging and taken from her question.

“Not today but someday.” He felt bad for saying that but he was scared; scared that his voice could crack up or she wouldn’t like the sound of his voice. It meant everything for him if she would hear him singing, and he didn’t want to ruin that.

“Really?” Her look was a little disappointed but it seemed as she still had hope.

“I promise”, he said smiling and truly meant it so. Someday she would hear him singing, and someday she might love his voice like he loved his breathtaking smile. He was sure she could play the piano as perfect as she could smile.

Evelia smiled too, a joyous one, like she seemed to be happy that she would hear his voice someday.

But suddenly, her eyes widened for shock.

“Oh my god! The lasagna! I totally forgot about it!”, she gasped before she jumped off the chair and ran to the oven, opening it fast. She sighed relieved. “Phew, it isn’t burnt.”

Logan just smiled. Not because the lasagna was almost burnt – maybe a little – , he smiled because of Evelia.

He has been so wrong. He really liked Evelia, and it didn’t matter if he could believe it or not because he could feel it inside him; there was this little feeling that made him feeling so connected with Evelia that he was sure now.

And he felt blessed because Evelia truly made him liking people again. He felt so alive after he has realized that, and he really couldn’t take his eyes off her anymore. It was so astonishing that she changed him, and he couldn’t be more grateful for that.

“Thank you”, he said with a smile that was showing his dimples completely, still looking in her eyes as she put down the two plates on the table.

“No problem”, she said easily, and Logan knew that she didn’t know the true reason why he has thanked her. But he decided to keep it as a secret, just to take it safe because still things could change.

Both ate in complete silence but in a comfortable one. Sometimes both looked at each other and started to smile before they continued to eat.

Logan was sure that this was the best lasagna ever, and when he told this Evelia, she just giggled while her face became red. She thanked him shortly then.

Suddenly she sighted forlornly when they were taking the dishes into the dishwasher, and Logan looked at her mindful.

“I really need to go now.”

It was like a piece of Logan’s heart hurt as he has heard her words like her words stole him a piece of it.

“Will I see you again?”, he asked  and he was afraid of her answer. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if he wouldn’t meet her again. But he knew if he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t get the unknown piece of his heart back, and so she had to come back or his heart wasn’t complete anymore.

She smiled lightly. “I hope you so, Logie. I could come to your house tomorrow if you want.”

He didn’t need to think about it and nodded. “Sure. I want to try your cook skill again, Evelia.”

Before she hugged him, she giggled about his words, then he felt her small arms around him, soft but still tight. “Are we friends now, Logan?”, she whispered in his ear.

Carefully he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her a little bit closer against his body. “Yes, we are friends now”, he agreed without feeling bad.

No. He truly meant it this time.

He could feel how she was pressing her head softly against his before she whispered in a sad tone. “Bye, Logie.”

Then she left the house which was falling on him down so fast that he couldn’t fight against it.

He was lonely. Again.

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Next part will follow in a few days...

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Falling Stars - Part One

Hello hello guys! That's my first imagine story with more parts ever, and I hope you'll will enjoy it. Idk why I decided to write one with Logan but well... I wanna show you a sweet, soft and broken side of our Logan. <'3 Well, it's my first "fanfiction" in English, and I actually write in my own language and not in English but I hope you all understand what I did write. It would be nice if you would give me feedback if you like the story and if I should continue writing it.

I wish you all fun reading it! Hope you all like it!

Part One  |  Part Two |  Part Three 

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Logan was lonely, and he has it always been. 'I'm just different from the others', he always told himself but he knew that this wasn't the only reason. There were more reasons but he didn’t want to remember these. He was already done with this no-ending loneliness, and he wasn’t sure how long he could handle this yet. But it was kinda a part of his life that was perfect a few years ago. A few years ago he still had his family, his little sister, his mother and his father but now he had nobody. They all died because of a car accident, and so he had to live without them. And he could anything do but nothing would bring them back. They were gone and left him alone on this planet called earth. And so the loneliness had grown and grown … until he accepted it and became fine with his destiny. ‘Nobody has an easy life’, he always thought, even when he knew that his life was the worst. But he didn’t spend any thoughts about killing himself because he wanted to go ahead – for his died family. He knew they were watching him from the heaven now, and so he wanted to prove them that he could live without them. But living without a family was hard, especially for him. He wasn’t going to High School anymore, and he never wanted to study something, and that was why he just lived in the old house of his family, apart from the city who nobody cared about him. But this day would change his life completely.

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Next part will be post in a few minutes.

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