Buster (you're Macy)

[you-maysie]

School is a wonderful place, especially in the 9th grade, where many dropped out. There was also a small group of students there, all of whom left after 9th grade. The group consisted of a small group of people: Buster, Feng, Draco, Chester, Janet, Lumi, and Mendy, all of whom had their own partners who loved each other. Chester is a prankster and the stand-in for the group's leader; Mendy is his girlfriend, who always has a couple of candy in her pocket; Draco is the guitarist and the leader of the group, who, after all, created it; Lumi is his girlfriend, a drummer; and Feng is a shorty, ready to stand up for his friends, who has never been accused of frequent fights; Janet is his girlfriend, who loves to sing. But Buster was lonely in the company, which made him sad when he looked at his friends, but Feng constantly supported him, saying, “You’ll find yourself another girl, don’t waste your money, not everyone sees the real you,” and so on. Buster was happy with these words, but didn’t attach any importance to hope. And so, with just a few months left before the end of the school year, a new girl named Macy was transferred to their class. She was a quiet and sometimes shy girl, getting Cs and Bs in school. After she transferred, she was seated with Buster, who was sitting alone, and Macy, to save time, decided to get to know him. They became quite good friends, and to her surprise, Buster managed to fall in love with her at first sight. Buster decided to invite her to their company, to which everyone agreed, and now she has been with them for a month. When graduation from the ninth grade arrived, everyone came in dresses and suits. Naturally, everyone danced in pairs during the slow dance. Buster, deciding not to miss the chance, decided to invite Macy to dance. When he found himself in front of her, he extended his hand and spoke: -Mace...wouldn't you like...well...to dance with me? -You... want to ask me to dance? Macy answered a little embarrassedly. -Yes! I mean... almost... well, you get the idea..