I'll Be Seeing You Song From The Notebook Novels & Stories

- They were on the way back to the classroom when they come across Red. "Hayan!" Red's smiling face greeted him. "I've been waiting for you." "Why?" "Why? Because I want to see you." Red suddenly leaned closer making him flinched. He laughed and stand up straight with his hands both on his pockets. "I just want to say that I came up with a song and I want you to hear it." Red would always give him the privilege to listen to his composed songs first and they're all good and up to his taste so he would go every time.

“Eat one. Sugar does not cure anything, but it does put a better soundtrack on the problem.” “Thanks,” I said, meaning it. He started to go, then paused. “I’ll be in the back. Phone works. Or just yell. Or—” He peeled off a sticky note from his pocket and stuck it to the edge of my monitor. He’d written CHECK THE 23 in block letters. “Figure I’d give you the code in writing. If you call and say that, we come running. Nobody asks why.” Something unclenched behind my sternum. “Okay.”

You know, just to annoy him. I get up from my chair and that catches his attention. "Where are you going?" Ivan asks narrowing his eyes at me. "To talk to the girl that has caught your interest" I say and run out of there before he says anything and head over to Violet's table. "Hey Violet!" I say as I reach their table. I see a look of surprise on both Violet and her friend's faces, and then confusion on Violet's and panic on her friend's. What's that about?

❤️ THEME SONG RELATED TO THIS CHAPTER❤️ ❤️Love Story Song by Taylor Swift❤ ❤️We were both young when I first saw you I close my eyes and the flashback starts I'm standin' there On a balcony in summer air See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns See you make your way through the crowd And say, "Hello" Little did I know That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

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The note read: "Please stream these songs: B.E.D by Jacquees; Sorry by Sir Remmy; Sorry by Frescool; Beauty Doesn't Cry by Jacquees." "Every man got principles, and I'm a man." I muttered unconsciously. "You talking to me Mr.?" "Nah! I was, just singing along." "Okay. You love the songs?" "Sure. Um! Just stop at the red building over there." "Alright!" "Thanks! How much?" "A thousand Dila, you know we traveled through the longest distance?"

I: I wanted to apologize for everything Will: For acting like an idiot leaving me in that bathroom not knowing what to do? I: I know I was an asshole I wanted you to see something Will: What? I: I'm going to send you a video of a song I made. I want you to watch it and tell me what you think, okay? Will: OK It doesn't take long for Will to finally answer me after the video. Will: Nate I: Hi Will: Did you make the music? I: Yea Will: For who? I: For you Will: To me? You mean this song was made for me? Thinking about me?

The smack. The room is full of male voices. I don't hear her, but I know she's there, probably on the sofa behind the door where I can't see her. The TV is new – or at least, second-hand – and there's a music video playing on screen. I stop. My feet are fixed to the floor. I can't move, because I know that song. The Stone Roses, I Am The Resurrection. That song has haunted me my whole life and as soon as I hear it now, I know what this is. I know what day. What time.

I say. I grab my notebook, tuck it under my arm, and head for the door. At the threshold, I pause. Look back through the glass. He’s still there. I'm still watching. Less like a guard. More like…an anchor. “Hey, Kael?” I say. “Yes?” he asks. “If your enemies think this song is still theirs,” I say, fingers tightening on the notebook, “they’re in for a surprise.” A slow, dangerous smile curves his mouth.

"Well, preferably songs for a dead boyfriend." My smile dropped in an instant, then I faced you. And there you are, giving me an innocent look. "What for?" I asked. You shrugged your shoulder and looked away. Then you took the notebook and pen away from my hands. "Seven songs will do. I'll start with this song I discovered last night." You diverted your attention to the notebook and started writing.