This story was originally on my abandoned Fanfiction account, but I actually LIKE this story, so I'm continuing it here. I'm discontinuing Strawberry Gashes for now, and I'm focusing on writing Stay With Me, this story (Love Letters), and maybe Artificial Love.
Read and review please!
Note passing for other characters: BLAH
Note passing for Lucky: BLAH
Letters: BLAH
"Book, book, book…
"Book, book, book…." I mumbled, tearing at my bookshelf for the right book. "Aha,"
I looked at my copy of Stephanie Meyer's Twilight. My mom got if for me as a 'sorry we didn't tell you that we're moving' present.
I used to live on Destiny Islands, but unfortunately, my dad got a new job too far away from home, so we had to move to Twilight Town. I have nothing against Twilight Town, considering I've been here to visit my now deceased grandmother, it's just that I didn't have time to say goodbye to my friends that I practically grew up with. Or the cutest guy that was almost my boyfriend. Or the nicest cat I have ever met, Pence.
My old house was the kind of house I liked- big. The kind that royalty would live in. We lived in the richer side of the island. My new house (left in the will of Granny) is so… small. Not really 'small', considering it had two bathrooms, three bedrooms, a kitchen, dining, living room, and two extra rooms. It was just small compared to my old house.
At least my mom let me do whatever the hell I wanted with my room. Usually, she painted my walls light pink and put princesses and unicorns everywhere. But now I'm fourteen, just shy of fifteen, and I finally got the chance to decide for myself. My walls were now a light sea-green, with pictures of oceans and beaches and anything tropical. My blanket was no longer a picture of Cinderella, but a picture of an Australian beach with dolphins coming up from the clear-blue waters. A plain, white Mac computer stayed at a dark corner, next to it, a large pile of poetry books and novels, a professional photographer's camera. It's pretty obvious that I'm into the ocean, photography, poetry, and reading... The gorgeous pictures covering my walls were taken by me, too!
Well, my name is Lucky Suzuki. My hair is a little past my shoulders, with bangs, and maroon. Yup, my natural hair color is maroon. My eyes are so light; you'd think I'm blind. I'm not sure what shade of what color they are, but the professional name for my eye color is 'White Smoke'. I was called 'hot' or 'sexy' by a few boys at my old school, and 'pretty' or 'cute' by a few girls, but I don't want to be called 'hot' or 'sexy' by a boy. I want to be called 'beautiful', because that shows that he really cares.
"LUCKY!" My mother, Ayden, practically screamed for me. "You're gonna be late for your first day of school!"
Ugh. School. I actually like school, but there is a down side to this school- uniform. It's not that the uniforms are ugly (they're cute!); it's just that uniforms don't let us express our creativity or individuality. It makes us clones of everybody else. I looked wearily at the uniform, and then put it on. The uniform consisted of a blue plaid skirt, with a white sleeve-less or short sleeved dress shirt and a plaid tie. The boys' uniform was light blue pants, a white dress shirt (short or no sleeved) and a plaid tie.
I grabbed my back-pack, stuffed Twilight, my binder, and my cell phone in there, and charged down the stairs. "Bye Ma," I said, quickly grabbing a granola bar and giving my mom a kiss on the cheek.
"Good luck!" Ma called after me. "Wait! Letter!" Yay! Letter from my pen pal, Sora. I've never met or seen Sora, but we've been writing to each other ever since I was ten, when we were assigned each other as pen pals. I always wanted to meet him, but he said he lived far away from Destiny Islands. I opened the envelope, and read the letter.
Hey, Lucky!
Did you seriously move away from Destiny Islands? That sucks; I was supposed to go on vacation there this summer! Oh well, maybe you could go back this summer too, and we'll finally meet! You're so lucky; you get to decide how you want your room to look like. My parents still think I'm obsessed with pirates! Yuchhh. They said I could only decide for myself once I turn fifteen.
Holy crap! I just realized… we've been writing each other nearly six years! And we've never met or anything… I don't even know what you look like. Until you told me that you had maroon hair, I kinda pictured you as Britney Spears when she was fourteen. So you're starting to read Twilight? My friend Riku read it, he said it was really good, but he's not really into love stories. Haha. I've been trying to hook him up with that girl I told you about, Kairi. But she isn't interested. Did you get to say good bye to Nikolet Nicolitt Necolitte Nicolette? I don't mean to make you sad if you didn't…. I was just wondering.
Guess what? I made up a joke.
Why did your mom cross the road?
Write back if you wanna hear (well, read) the rest. It's pritee funny!
Hope to hear from you soon,
Sora
Aww! Sora was the best. I laughed at his cross-outs for spelling Nicolette's name, and the fact that he spelled 'pretty' p-r-i-t-e-e! I'll have to ask Ma about Destiny Islands this summer. His handwriting looked like a little kids, but it was so cute!
"Good Luck!" Ma called out again. Ha. Despite my name being Lucky, luck tended to avoid me three-fourths of the time.
I slung my back-pack-shoulder-bag over my right shoulder, and started walking quickly, unwrapping my granola bar. I bit into it, savoring the taste. I love chocolate chip granola bars more than any other food I have ever tasted. I quickly finished it, throwing the wrapper in a random trash can, and started at a slow jog. If I got there in the next two minutes, I wouldn't be late. I could already see the school.
The school was so fricken' big! It looked like a university or a palace, not a high school. A giant building to the right was for grade eight, and freshman. The other giant building on the left was for juniors, sophomores, and seniors. I quickly headed to the building on the right. A ton of kids were hanging out in the front, so I guess I wasn't gonna be late after all. High-pitched whistles came over the intercoms, causing me to cover my ears. All the kids immediately went inside, as if by trance. So much for not being late, considering I'm the only one standing out here.
"Fricken' stupid bell," I said under my breath, kicking the statue of some dude that was in front of the schools. I ran to the steps, stumbling into this palace-school thing.
I looked around. There were paintings everywhere. I walked slowly over to a painting, the Mona Lisa. The actual Mona Lisa?! I traced my fingers gently over the painting, feeling the bumps of paint blobs that were painted by Da Vinci himself.
"You know, if the Headmaster catches you touching those, you're as good as dead." A voice said from behind me.
"Wa!" I yelled, caught by surprise.
"Chill!" The voice said.
I twirled around, only to come face to face with a muscular boy with shoulder-length silver hair covering his emerald eyes. He wore the boy's uniform; you could see imprints of his muscles on his shirt. This boy was fricken' hot!
"Uh, um… I-I'm so… I'm s-sorry," I stammered.
"Hm… you're new." He stated simply, staring into my eyes. It felt like he was trying to look into my soul.
"It's that obvious?" I blushed a bit.
"Yes." He didn't break the stare.
"I-it feels like… like you're k-kinda t-trying to look int-to my soul," I admitted, blushing. I tried to look into his eyes, so he could see how it felt.
"If the eyes are the passage to the soul, why do you think my hair covers my eyes?" He raised one eyebrow, pursing his lips.
"So people don't see you're pretty eyes?" I can't believe I just said that.
He rolled his eyes, glaring at me. Then he turned, and started walking away.
Stupid, poetic, hot guy.
"Hey!" I called out. "Can you at least show me to class?"
Wait, where'd he go? I had my eyes on him just five second ago.
"No." I heard him call from somewhere. The hallways echoed his voice.
No… no…no…no…no…
"Wait!" I called.
Silence.
Stupid, snake-eyes, hot guy.
I stomped furiously through the halls, swearing under my breath. I stopped my rampage just in time to see a girl with pink hair coming down the hall the closer the person got; I realized t was a guy! A pretty cute one too.
"Hey, why aren't you in class?" The pink-haired boy said to me.
"Um, I'm new and I can't find my class," I quickly explained.
"What class do you have for first block?" The boy said.
I quickly pulled out my schedule. "Uh, English…"
The boy leaned his face into mine and smiled. "You have my class! Let me escort you there!"
I blushed a few times, causing the boy to laugh. "Thank you…?"
"Marluxia." The boy said over his shoulder. I looked down at my schedule. Holy crap this dude was my teacher! He's so young looking…
I blushed again, following Marluxia down the hall. "Should I call you Mr.…?" What was his last name?
"Nah. At this school, we don't use last names." Marluxia smiled at me again, and again, I blushed.
After a few minutes of passing marble hallways and mahogany wooden lockers, we finally reached the classroom. Marluxia entered the classroom, already filled with children.
"Yo, Mr. Gay! You're 10 minutes late!" A boy shouted.
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL HIM THAT!" A bunch of girls except for one instantly turned to the boy, face red from anger.
"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" The boy said. Ha. He was afraid of a few Marluxia-fangirls.
Marluxia cleared his throat. The boys turned toward him lazily, while the girls (expect that ONE girl) turned to him quickly with hearts in their eyes. That one girl with choppy brown hair turned to look at him the same way a dog would look at a cat. Grudgingly.
"Okay class, we have a new student joining us today! Please introduce yourself!" Marluxia grabbed my hand and led me into the classroom. I felt a lot of glares bore into me.
I turned to face the classroom. "H-hello, I'm Lucky Suzuki, and I moved here from Destiny Islands." The girls glared at me, that one girl smiled at me, a few boys dog-whistled, and one boy's eyes lit up when I said that my name was Lucky and I moved here from Destiny Islands.
"Okay, Lucky… you can sit next to…" Marluxia put his pointer finger on his lips as if saying 'sh!'. "That boy, Sora, with the crazy pointy hair."
Sora scowled at Marluxia, and then smiled at me. I smiled back, and sat down next to him.
"Hey, Lucky.' I felt somebody jab me with a pencil.
"Hm?" I turned toward the person. It was that Sora kid.
"I can't believe I finally get to meet you!" Sora smiled big.
"Huh?"
"Don't you remember? It's me, Sora. Your penpal." His grin faded, and he looked at me with serious eyes.
My brain went blank for a second. My eyes suddenly lit up. "Sora!? THE Sora? The one I've been writing to nearly six years?"
"Yes!" Sora smiled again. "I was gonna go see you in Destiny Islands this summer!"
"Oh my fuckin' gosh! I can't believe it's… I can't believe it's you!" I wrapped my arms around Sora's neck, and he wrapped his around my waist.
"Hey! Leave the kissing for lunch time!" I heard Marluxia call.
I quickly released Sora. "We weren't kissing!"
Marluxia smirked at me, then cleared his throat again. The class settled down. "Okay, so… today we're gonna be working on poetry." He smiled a million-dollar smile at the girls. "Can anybody name a famous poet?"
Sora raised his hand, smirking.
"Yes, Sora?" Marluxia sighed.
"Dr. Seuss?" Sora said. The class started laughing, along with Marluxia.
"Looks like Sora is at it again," the girl with choppy brown hair mumbled, giggling.
"I guess he counts," Marluxia, smiled and shrugged. He picked up a piece of chalk and wrote 'Dr, Seuss' on the board.
Poetry! I could… well, not exactly 'show-off' my poetry skills! I knew every poet (American, Latin, you name it!) known to the world. I timidly raised my hand.
"Lucky, yes?" Marluxia smiled at me, and I blushed again.
"Um, I know a few," I blushed.
Marluxia prepared himself at the board, smiling at me. "Go."
"Edgar Allen Poe, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, T.S. Eliot, E.E. Cummings, Emily Dickinson, Eugene Field, Carl Sandburg, Shel Silverstein, Robert Frost, Stephen Crane, and Walt Whitman." I said.
After Marluxia finished writing the last name, he turned to look at me in shock. "How did you know all that?!"
"Well, when I was four, I was always bored in the summer, and one day when I was home alone, I went to my mother's library and opened up a poetry book, and from then on…" I smiled slightly and shrugged.
"Amazing!" Marluxia sighed, putting his hand over his heart.
The girls instantly looked at me, glaring, with a murderous look on their faces. I slumped in my seat and sighed. Something landed on my desk. I snatched up the note and read it under my desk.
Hey, don't let those girls get to you. They're just a bunch of whores who wanna get in Marluxia's pants. I thought that was amazing! You are amazing! Do you wanna sit with me and my friends at lunch?
Sora
I looked up quickly and smiled at Sora. He was a great person, a great friend. I ripped out a sheet of paper and began my response.
Awwww, thanks Sora! You're the best! LOL yeah, those girls are a bunch of fangirls. Expect for the girl with the choppy brown hair and bangs. Who's she?
Lucky
I pretended to look casual, and when Marluxia turned, I threw the note to Sora. I watched from the corner of my eyes as Sora read the note, and began to respond.
Her? That's Olette. She's the only girl not crazy about Marluxia or Zexion or Axel… or me or Roxas or Riku.
Are you sitting with us?
Oh, she's pretty. And cool. Yeah I'll sit with you! Whose Zexion and Axel? Teachers? Is Roxas a teacher… and Riku! The guy you wrote me about, right?
Yay! Oh, and Zexion and Axel are two other fangirl-overed teachers. No, Roxas isn't a teacher. He's one of my best friends. Yea, Riku is the guy I told you about, the guy you said should hook up with Kairi.
Oh. Will I meet everybody at lunch block? Are you and Riku and Roxas SERIOUSLY fangirled-over?
Yeah it's really creepy. There are only a few girls that we like.
I felt my heart kinda sink when I read that he already liked somebody… wait! Was I falling for Sora?
Oh… who?
Olette (I think Riku likes her!), Namine (Roxas), and Kairi (me :D)
So you like Kairi?
Kinda…. But she can be really annoying. She's kinda clingy… but she's so down-to-earth and beautiful.
Beautiful. He cared for Kairi deeply. My heart sank again. Was I falling for Sora? I might be…
Beautiful. You don't find her sexy or cute?
She's beautiful to me. When I first met her, I thought she was hot… but now…
Oh… that's so sweet! That you care for her like that.
I'm thinking about asking her out.
You should.
Really?
If you care for her that much, don't let her slip through your fingers. Go get the girl, Sora!
I will! You know what, Lucky? You're somebody I really like! Have you ever had a guy like you as deeply as me and Kairi?
I could trust Sora. Right? Technically, I've known him nearly six years.
No. Never. Guys have only called me 'sexy' or 'hot'. I wanna be called beautiful, like you call Kairi, because that means that he really cares.
That's deep… you're really poetic.
I swear he saw me blush.
Thanks :) who sit's with you at lunch?
Kairi, Namine, Riku, Roxas, me, and you, now :)
Oh, cool! What about Olette?
She sits with some two dudes, I don't really know their names, and Hayden, Myxy, and Selfie.
Cool.
Yeah.
Awkward silence. I hate these. So, Sora cares for Kairi… I sighed.
Awkward silence! Gay baby was born!
Some (well, a lot!) of people say that, but I think that every time there is an awkward silence, it's because an angel passed by.
The bell rang, and we all got up.
"Wow, an hour already passed!" Sora blew, and rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah, that was fast!" I smiled at him.
"So, what class do you have next?" Sora looked at me, half smiling.
"Um…" I tore out my schedule from my bag. "Oh… huh. I still need a locker… oh I have Music/Chorus with Zexion."
"Cool, I think Kairi's in that class." Sora smiled. "So you still need a locker? You can ask you're next teacher to give you one, 'cause Zexion also controls the locker system."
"Cool." I smiled slightly. "Bye Sora."
"Bye Lucky!" He quickly wrapped me up in a big bear hug. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw a girl with red-plum hair scowl at me.
Sora released, and grinned sweetly at me. I loved his smile. It wasn't perverted like a normal guy's. It was… sweet.
I waved to him over my shoulder, and walked to my next class. I only knew where it was because I passed it with Marluxia on my way to English. It was a few doors down. I entered the room. Only to see a teacher with blue hair spiked in the back and flipped over his eyes in the front. "Hello,"
"Hi." He said boredly.
"I'm new," I said nervously. "My name's Lucky Suzuki."
"Oh, you." The teacher rolled his eyes. "The poetry genius, in Marluxia's words. What do you need?"
"A locker."
"Follow me."
I really didn't like this guy. He was obnoxious, and very rude. Fuckin' emo.
We stopped in front of a mahogany wood locker, as tall as Zexion, who looked about 5'5. Ha, he's short.
"Here's your locker. I'll write down your combo, and be back to class as soon as possible." He said, handing me a slip of paper, then walking off back to his class.
29-30-04
Nice handwriting. My combo wasn't hard to remember, so I slipped it back into my book bag. I took out my binder, Twilight, and my phone out, and hung my sweater and book bag on the hooks in my locker. I shut my locker and locked it, then headed back to Music/Chorus class with Zexion.
"Mmkay, class. Meet our new student, Lucky Suzuki. She moved here all the way from Destiny Islands, so don't be mean." Zexion said quickly.
"Hi," I mumbled.
"Sit next to Kairi. Kairi, raise your hand so she knows where to sit." Zexion said.
Kairi! Sora's fuckin' perfect girlfriend. Well, she's probably nice anyway…
A girl near the back raised her hand. I turned to look at her, and just about had a stroke. It was the scowling girl with red-plum hair from the hallway when I hugged Sora. Crap. I blushed, my pupils got smaller, and I went to sit next to Kairi. I looked at her, and she glared at me with cold, hard eyes.
This wasn't good. She's jealous for when I hugged Sora.
"Okay, first, we're gonna learn some songs for our upcoming concert in two months. After we finish that concert, then the Swim Team's coach is gonna come in and teach you to play guitar."
A few 'Woo's' and 'yeah!' exploded from the classroom. Zexion rolled his eyes for the billionth time. "Okay, okay, calm down."
Zexion cleared his throat. "For the concert, nicest white shirt, nicest black bottoms, black or white dress shoes… and we need some song suggestions. Must be appropriate, blah blah blah…"
Every girl's hand shot up. I'm guessing the boys aren't into music. And either the girls love music, or they're trying to impress Zexion, since he was young and hot.
Zexion pointed to a girl with purple hair in two pigtails and bangs. "Myxy."
So that's Myxy.
"How about 'Build Me Up, Buttercup'?" Myxy looked at him hopefully.
He smirked at her in response. "Excellent choice." He wrote it down on the board as Myxy pumped her fist in the air and mouthed 'YES!'
Zexion called on a raven-haired girl named Nikita. "'You Can't Stop the Beat' from Hairspray?"
"Too many solos." Zexion rolled his eyes, oozing 'duh!' Nikita slumped in her seat.
"'We rock' from Camp Rock." Somebody (most likely a boy) called out.
"Good choice. No real solos, mostly group and pair singing." Zexion smirked in acceptance and wrote 'We Rock' on the board.
We Rock – Camp Rock
Build Me Up, Buttercup – Foundations
I looked at Zexion's handwriting. Kinda old-fashion and gay. Ha. I crack myself up.
"Any more?" Zexion looked around boredly.
I raised my hand. "How about 'Island in the Sun' by Wezzer?"
"Nice. Very summer-y." Zexion nodded, writing my suggestion on the board.
I sighed, slumping in my seat. Folded up paper landed on my desk just as I did. I took the note, reading it under my seat.
Stay away from Sora or else!
Wow. Whoever you are, you have some nerve saying that when you don't even know me. I looked around the room for the culprit, until another streak of white went past my eyes. Another note!
He's MINE! If I EVER see you hug him again, you're dead! You're already on my list, a place you do NOT want to be.
(Look next to you)
I looked beside me. A girl with red-plum hair, and a murderous smirk stared back at me. Kairi!
He's my friend!
You think I care?
Okay, listen up bitch. Sora has been my pen pal for nearly six years. I've ALWAYS been his friend!
Wait… you're THE Lucky? The girl he always talked to me about for the past six years?
Ya
All those years, I don't know WHY I listened to Sora talk on and on about you. All I know is that you're fucking annoying and I want you dead.
I froze after reading the note. What the hell?!
What's your problem?!
You.
Why? Just cuz I'm friends with Sora?
Paws off! He's my boyfriend!
Has he asked you out yet?
Not yet
Well he will THANK TO ME! The annoying girl you want dead.
I don't believe you.
I quickly tossed her the notes me and Sora passed. I saw her smile, and she tossed them back to me.
Thanks…
We cool?
No. I still see you as a threat in our relationship… I just hate you about 0.00000001 less now.
Kay
I turned to pay attention to Zexion. Turned out, I turned too late and the bell rang. Zexion quickly called me up.
"You weren't paying attention." He said.
"Yes I was." I lied.
"No you weren't. You kept passing notes to Kairi and spacing out." He smirked at me.
"So? You were fourteen once." I said.
"I was fourteen seven years ago." He stated, smirking.
Wait, what?! He was fourteen seven years ago, meaning… "You're twenty-one!?"
Zexion smirked at me, nodding. "You think somebody this good-looking would be a thirty year old?"
What happened to him? During class he was all… emo-ish (no offense to emo people if that's not how you act!). And now he's all… perverted-ish.
"Um, I have to… I have to go to my next class," I stammered. This guy was really freaking me out.
"Why?" He smirked. "It's just me and you, alone in here. Nobody else has me third block…"
My hands started getting clammy, my heart racing. Was he gonna rape me?! "I'm gonna get in trouble,"
"I'll write you a note." Zexion smirked at me again.
Crap. Crap, crap, crap! I'm gonna get raped! Zexion moved so that he was directly in front of me instead of behind his desk. He gently put his hands on my waists, lifting me onto his desk. I immediately shut my legs together. He smirked at me, leaning into me…
My instincts got a hold of me, and I ducked, rolling over so I fell off his desk. I scrambled to get my stuff, and ran out of the classroom.
"Hey, get back here!" I heard Zexion scream after me. I didn't stop. I kept running… running… until I slammed into somebody.
I looked up, only to see the silver-haired boy from this morning. "I'm sorry," I mumbled.
He took one look at my face, and grabbed my arm. "You're crying."
I wiped my eyes. I hadn't noticed.
"It's nothing," I mumbled and tried to pull away. He didn't let go.
"Something happened." He stated, staring into my eyes… my soul.
"It's nothing, really."
"If it was nothing, you wouldn't be crying." He gently let go of my arm. "What happened?
I hesitated at first, but quickly told him what happened. He listened, getting angry. Out of nowhere, he suddenly punched the wall. He made a dent in the expensive marble.
"I hate him!" He growled. "I HATE HIM! He always does this, every time he sees a pretty girl. And the girls have no problem with it. I HATE HIM, taking advantage of girls like that. Thinking that every girl is all over him, so he takes advantage of them! I HATE HIM!"
I smiled a bit. "Nothing happened…"
"Who cares?!" He threw up his arms in exasperation. "If you didn't do what you did, something would've happened! The same thing happened to Zya, a sophomore last year, and she's completely different. She's a total SLUT. I'm not letting that happen to you, fuck everybody else, but that is not happening to you, one of the only non-fangirls of him! I swear to God I'm gonna beat the shit outta Zexion!"
I stood back, eyes wide. This guy cared about what happened to me.
"What class do you have next?" He said to me, a fierce look still in his eyes.
"Science with Vexen." I whispered.
"Good, so do I." The boy said. "We have to pass RIGHT BY Zexion's room, so stay next to me."
"Okay… but wait." I said. "What's your name?"
"Riku."
Riku. Riku! Sora's Riku (not that way!)!
I walked right next to Riku. When we passed Zexion's room, he wasn't there. We kept walking, until he passed us in the hall. Zexion. Zexion smirked perverted-ly at me, but his expression went blank when Riku glared at him. Riku's eyes were ice cold, fierce, angry… menacing.
I had a feeling, even with Riku, I wasn't gonna be safe those few minutes after second block ends when I'm alone in the room with Zexion. I'll have to talk to Riku about that.
