Like Ghosts In The Sun

I walk through the corridor, lost, until I eventually find the art classroom. I sit down at a desk in the back corner and get my art pencils and drawing pad out of my bag. There aren't very many people in here yet. The teacher sits at her desk, reading something. A few other kids come in and sit down at desks as far away from me as possible. As the desks fill up, some of the students have no choice but to sit in the desks next to me. One person seemed to be more than happy to sit with me. That's really unusual.
"Hey." he says, half-whispering. I glance at him and nod slightly. "What's your name?" he continues.
"Anita." I say quietly.
"Nice to meet ya, Anita. I'm Mikey." He pauses for a moment, before continuing. "I like your shirt."
"Thanks."
The teacher stands up and begins teaching. "Right, class, we're beginning a new assignment today. You're going to work in pairs to design something for something you like. It could be a shirt for a band you like, or a poster for a television show you watch. Anything like that."
I grin.
"Why are you smiling?" Mikey whispers as the teacher keeps talking.
"We have to design band merch. I hope you realize how cool this is." I whisper back.
Mikey laughs a little. He seems pretty cool. I turn my attention back to the teacher's instructions.
"You will design five items for one band or show or whatever." she says. Our teacher said whatever... that's not something you'd hear at my old school. "You have two weeks to complete this task. Get into pairs now, please."
Mikey smiles at me. I smile back.
"So I guess we're partners then." he says.
"Yup." I say. There is an awkward silence.
"So, what do you want to do the designs for? What bands are you into?" he asks.
"It's a long list." I laugh.
"Write it down." he suggests. I begin writing down my list of bands. I look up to see that he's doing the same. After a few minutes, we are both done. We look at each others lists, only to find that they are almost identical.
"You've got good taste in music!" he says, grinning.
"Thanks..." I say, blushing.
He looks me in the eye. I look him in the eye. It is awkward, yet kind of nice. I think I might have a little crush on him... Anyway, eventually we decide to design some merch for Green Day, since, apparently, they're Mikey's favorite band. He's lying. I can tell.

It's strange how I can already tell when he's lying. I just met him.

Notes

I was just eager to get some MCR in this story. So Mikey's here now. Yay.