No one here knows that the guy they're gushing about was the same guy that tried countless times to take you out when you were both in your high school days, even though you've ignored him countless times, giving him an eye roll and leaving him hanging.

The same guy that got insanely red when you showed up to one of his high school volleyball games for the first time, he almost fainted right there even though he wasn't even sure if you were here for him or not.

The same guy who freaked out when you finally agreed to go out with him 'don't think too much about this semi.' you warned right after agreeing, then involuntarily smiling a little after turning around and making sure he couldn't see.

And you were the same girl he wrote all his sickeningly sweet love songs about, and no one in this room knew a damn thing.

He kept playing, guitar pick placed between his fingers and moving rapidly across the strings, he looked so captivating like this, all in his element and doing what he loves so beautifully, it had your head going all woozy.

And unfortunately, everyone else was feeling the same. But luckily for you, your man always knew how to read your expressions, walking up to you right before the beat-drop of his latest release.

You look up at him, having to turn your neck all the way up because of the high stage he was on. He kneels down right in front of you and your eyes widen, the cheers get louder, though they seem to drown from around you little by little.

You smile up at him and roll your eyes when you feel him start to lean in, he was never a subtle person and you have no idea how your relationship was kept a secret for this long.

His face is right in front of yours when he whispers against your lips 'this one's for you' a promise and a confession heard by no one but you two. your heart melts a little at the confession and you just can't resist the urge to grap his shirt and push your lips against his, right as the loud music push against everyone's eardrums.

He kisses you back with all his might, skilled hand still going and going over the guitar and everyone can't seem to stop screaming.

He pulls back with a sick grin on his face, going back to hold the mic stand for his bridge, staring at you while backing away, you just grin back as you fix up your now smudged lipstick.

Later that night, when you were all showered and ready to drift off, you hear eita calling from next to you.

"rockstar semi and the mystery girl are trending on twitter babe," he chuckles out, while shoving his phone in your face.

"Mystery girl my ass, I'm gonna start posting all your ugly pictures from high school so everyone knows I've been here since day one." you scoff and look away, frowning.

"Shit baby, is that jealousy i see?" he gets up from his laying position, suddenly way too energetic for someone who had a whole show a few hours ago, grinning an evil grin in the process.

Your frown deepens as you smack him with a pillow, "shut up, semi." you hear him wince, then he tries to throw the pillow back at you.

"You're totally jealous." he cheers once again.

"Do you want to get hit again?"

"No I'm sorry."