Does she walk? Does she talk?
Does she come complete?
My homeroom homeroom angel
Always pulled me from my seat

[a teacher comes in and starts to teach math, and is pointing at the complicated equations on the board. sephiroth sits erect, paying close attention and taking diligent notes. vincent is watching sephiroth's every move carefully, and with his mouth hanging open just slightly. the rest of the class is paying close attention. vincent moves to rest his head on his hand again, watching sephiroth's face as he carefully writes down some more notes.]

She was pure like snowflakes
No one could ever stain
The memory of my angel
Could never cause me pain

[we change to outside, where vincent is waiting for the bus, looking like a reject and standing with his shoulders slumped, looking at the ground with a sad sigh. the boys around him are laughing and talking and pushing one another around. he pays no attention to them, and shifts his blue backpack further up on his shoulder. he then hears a car engine revving, and he looks up to see sephiroth driving by in a brand new red convertible. vincent's jaw drops, and he freezes, staring. so does every other guy, but they're admiring the shiny new car, and vincent is admiring sephiroth. sephiroth looks over them, his hair flowing behind him a little as it sparkles in the bright sunlight of the the cloudless day. sephiroth gives vincent a smile and a little wink as he turns a corner and drives straight down the road. vincent never takes his eyes off of sephiroth, his facial expression not changing]

Years go by I'm lookin' through a girly magazine
And there's my homeroom angel on the pages in-between

[shot to several years later on a busy street corner in a big city. vincent, now about thirty, dressed in a long black trench coat over his black suit, stops at a newsstand. the atmosphere around him is dark and dreary compared to the colorful atmosphere that school had for him once. he looks like he's in somewhat of a hurry, as he quickly places down his briefcase, and rubs some of the cold from his hands as he scans the magazine racks. he spots a porn magazine for gay men, and he looks both ways nervously. seeing that everyone else is involved with buying hot dogs or talking on cell phones, he picks it up and quickly thumbs through it. he gets to the centerfold and opens it up, and his jaw nearly falls of it's hinges as he sees sephiroth, silver hair falling over his shoulders, lounging with one knee up and wearing nothing at all.]

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold

[vincent's expression of pure shock has not changed.]

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold

[vincent shakes his head to clear it several times, still staring at the spread before him. he then blinks several times, completely amazed at what he is seeing. again he looks up and looks around nervously to check the surrounding action, but the newsstand guy is arguing in a foreign language with a customer, and someone else is just trying to pick up after their dog. when he looks back at the magazine again, he rubs at his forehead, still staring as he starts to fade into a flashback]

Slipped me notes under the desk
While I was thinkin' about her dress
I was shy I turned away
Before she caught my eye

[back in the classroom again, hojo, who is sitting besides vincent, kicks his chair and holds a note out to him beneath the top of his desk. but vincent, dressed in the same jeans and sweater outfit, is staring at sephiroth and his tight leather pants, as he stands at the chalk board, easily answering a math question. sephiroth's brow furrows a little, and he turns his head to look back. at lightning speed, vincent turns his head away, banging it right into hojo's, who has leaned over to put the note on his desk. both of their faces contort in pain as they glare at one another, beginning to rub their sore foreheads.]

I was shakin' in my shoes
Whenever she flashed those baby-blues
Something had a hold on me
When angel passed close by

[still flashback. vincent is standing in the cafeteria now. hojo is in the background, waving him to come sit with him. vincent is holding his tray, staring out blankly, as if he's in a trance. a brief shot to hojo shows the boy frowning and scowling in annoyance. then we see sephiroth coming. he passes right in front of vincent, turning to give him another a smile and a wink, his eyes sparkling magically. vincent doesn't move, and just keep staring completely entranced, following sephiroth with his eyes as he walks away. in the background, hojo shakes his head sadly.]

Those soft and fuzzy sweaters
Too magical to touch
Too see her in that negligee
Is really just too much

[still in flashback, we're in gym class now, and they're playing volleyball. vincent, whose gym clothes are baggy, is on one team, standing next to hojo, who is trying to get him to join in the game. but vincent is staring across the court at sephiroth, in his tight gym clothes, who looks very involved in the game. vincent watches as sephiroth jumps to spike a ball, and his expression only changes as his eyes widen for a moment as the ball hits him in the head. vincent falls back, everything looking blurry. the last thing he sees before it all goes black is sephiroth closely leaning over him, looking concerned, his green eyes still sparkling magically.]

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold

[as the flashback ends, we see vincent on same dreary street corner, totally engrossed as he stares at the picture in the same spaced out way he used to stare at sephiroth. he is not aware of anything going on around him, not the sounds of traffic, or the newsstand guy yelling. all his senses are focused on the picture.]

It's okay I understand
This ain't no never-never land
I hope that when this issue's gone
I'll see you when your clothes are on

[vincent sighs dreamily, running a single finger over sephiroth's face in the picture.  and as he does so, he starts to invent a fantasy where sephiroth drives up besides him in that same red convertible and stops, dressed in the black T-shirt and leather pants. he winks at vincent, and waves at him to join him in the car. vincent gapes a moment before he snaps into action, trying to move so fast he nearly falls over himself getting in the car.]

Take you car, Yes we will
We'll take your car and drive it
We'll take it to a motel room
And take 'em off in private

[vincent stares at sephiroth as he drives along a beautiful mountain road on a cloudless spring day, silver hair flying out behind him. vincent simply clutches his briefcase, zoned out staring as usual. sephiroth turns to give him another wink. it then immediately cuts to the hallway of a hotel, where they stand outside the door to a room. sephiroth jingles the keys seductively, smiling at a still staring vincent. he then opens the door and pushes it open, grabbing vincent by the tie and dragging him inside, kicking the door shut.  fading inside, is is obviously sometime later. panning the floor, every article of clothing sephiroth and vincent had been wearing has been carelessly littered. the foot of the bed is seen, and half of the sheet is dragging the floor, obvious that it has been used quite enthusiastically. but before anymore can be revealed, vincent is jerked out of his fantasy.]

A part of me has just been ripped
The pages from my mind are stripped
Oh no, I can't deny it
Oh yea, I guess I gotta buy it!

[vincent looks up to see the owner of the newspaper stand yelling at him, obviously telling him to buy it or put it down. quickly, vincent bends down the edge of the page and sheepishly reaches into his pocket, handing the man the money for the magazine. he then sighs and slips it into his briefcase, forgetting to clasp it closed. with an almost sad exhale of breath, he begins to walk along again, the world going by him in a blur as it all seems to mean nothing to him. suddenly he bumps into someone and he stumbles, dropping his briefcase. because he forgot to clasp it shut, some on the contents fall out, including the magazine. vincent looks horrified. he quickly bends down to put everything back in, and the person he bumped into, who he has yet to look at, goes to help. vincent shoves everything back into the bag, but his eyes widen as he realizes the magazine isn't there! panicking, he looks up to see the stranger has it in his hands, and it has opened up to the bookmarked page. vincent is mortified! the stranger's long bangs are hanging in his face, but it obvious he is staring at the page. vincent relaxes a bit as he sees the person smile. then he notices the shimmering silver hair, and his eyes widen, and the stranger looks up, revealing himself to be sephiroth.]

My blood runs cold
My memory has just been sold
My angel is the centerfold
Angel is the centerfold

[vincent stares, unable to believe his eyes. sephiroth is still smiling at him, his green eyes shining. vincent's head tilts back as his eyes follow sephiroth standing up, still holding the magazine. sephiroth reaches down and offers vincent a hand to help him up. besides himself entirely, vincent accepts, a little surprised as sephiroth pulls him to his feet so quickly. sephiroth then hands vincent the closed magazine, which vincent accepts with his free hand, blushing. sephiroth is still smiling at him and still holding his hand. vincent looks at their still joined hands, and then up at sephiroth, who winks at him. he then tugs gently at vincent's hand, and they begin to walk down the busy street. the people and buildings surrounding them are not seen by vincent, who stares at sephiroth in complete worship as he is led towards a parked red sports car, leaving the briefcase behind him.]