It was a bright, shimmering day of pure mirth as you skipped your way to school. The slight breeze stroked your (h/l) (h/c) tenderly, as light and precious as an angel's wings. Glancing up at the majestic sky brimming with possibilities, a soft giggle escaped your ruby lips.

"It's a beautiful day!" You sang cheerily, as you basked in the embrace of the smiling sun. You had always cherished days like this, days where the whole atmosphere was enclosed and swimming in an abyss of warm rays of merry.

"(Name!)" A husky male voice carried its way into your ears. You swiveled around just in time to be lifted from the ground and twirled around like a princess. A light blush painted its way across your skin, and you barked your protests, but really, you didn't mind the affection one bit. After you were finally placed steadily on the ground, a smile of pure warmth graced your lips as you gazed into the stunning blue orbs of a young man your age. His wild blond hair stuck out in artistic spikes, and his smile was brimming with warmth.

"Matthias!" You called joyfully, and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. With every inch of your heart, you loved him. From his humorous and childish personality, to his sincere affection and love, you loved this man. Every day with him was a day closer to where you could proudly call yourself his wife. And you would be anxiously awaiting the day where you could live with him at his home, in Denmark.

"You look happy today. Why is that? Because you're dating the King of Scandinavia?" Your Danish boyfriend purred in that low, seductive voice of his. You playfully gave him a light smack and giggled.

"Of course not, silly. I'm happy because its sunny outside! Look at that amazing sky!" You gestured to the canopy of blue and puffy white clouds displayed in front of you. The gleaming sun extended its rays down, a happy smile crossing its golden front.

"I can show you something even more amazing." Matthias grinned evilly, and before you could do anything, his lips mashed against yours hungrily. The taste of pine and mint combined as his lips explored every inch of yours. Closing your eyes, you immediately kissed back, but not with such vigor. You felt something wet and slimy enter your mouth, and you discovered it was his tongue, slithering across your teeth and mouth like a snake. A heated blush spread across your cheeks, as you were embarrassed when your boyfriend aggressively kissed you in public. Just when you couldn't take the eyes watching, he pulled back. He chuckled at your red face.

"Geez, Matthias. We shouldn't do that in public." You whispered, embarrassed and ashamed. Kisses were special, and meant only for your beloved. Why should others see your private moments?

"I think the crowd liked it, though." He grinned as the students merely watched, expressions ranging from jealousy, to amusement, to horror. You shook your head and continued into the school, your hand entwined in his. Immediately, streams of elite popular people approached you two. Matthias was popular, to say the least. With the charming good-looks of a rock star, and the star quarterback of the football team, he earned a spot as the most popular senior at (name of your high school). Naturally, becoming his girlfriend gave you a major boost in popularity as well. That, and the fact that you were insanely beautiful (although you were unaware of your own beauty), and your excellent grades, earned you a top spot as well.

"Good morning (Name)!" A perky cheerleader clad in all pink chirped. You instantly recognized her as Maribel, your best friend. You were friends with everyone in the popular crowd, but Maribel was your favorite. She was always there for you, always a kind companion. As always, she looked stunning, with her silky golden hair pulled into a ponytail with a pink ribbon.

"Hey, Mari." You smiled back and gave her a quick hug. She eyed you, and a cheesy grin spread across her face.

"Your lipstick is almost gone. You've go to stop making out every second with your boyfriend." She snickered, and your eyes widened in horror. You spun away to reapply, but Matthias locked an arm around your waist.

"Where do you think you're going, min dame?" Matthias told you, his breath stilled.

"I need to reapply my lipstick." You told him, and he let you go, winking at you as you slipped into the bathroom. You glanced at the mirror and winced. Your lips were swelled and all the lipstick was off from the kissing. Digging out a red tube, you swished it across your lips successfully, coating them in a brilliant red finish. You checked the rest of your reflection as well. Big, bright (e/c) eyes stared back, bordered by thick mascara. Perfect, flawless skin smiled back. You were fixing some loose tendrils of your hair when the stall to one of the toilets opened, revealing a couple making out. A girl with brown hair and a guy with silver albino hair were intensely conveying their feelings as you watched with interest.

"Gil…" The girl murmured, and combed her fingers through his hair.

"Eliza.." He murmured back, and returned the gesture when you accidentally dropped your tube, signaling you had witnessed the whole thing. They immediately shot up, and stood up. The girl tossed an accusatory glance back at you, and you winced.

"I'm sorry! I didn't see anything!" You apologized, and bustled out the door. You jumped when you found Matthias waiting for you.

"Ready for me to take off that lipstick again?" He grinned, amused at your flushed face.

"We've got to get to class." You announced, and grabbed his hand, dragging him through the hallways past seas of students to your English classroom. Matthias groaned and rolled his eyes.

"What do you say we ditch? There's more fun things we can do instead." His eyes lit up with mischief, and you shook your head.

"Come on." You forced the door open and hauled him to his seat, which was ironically next to you.

"Good morning, class." Your stone-tempered teacher, Mrs. Rayborne, announced.

"Morning." Some students grunted back half-heartedly.

"Today you're going to be writing a short story, based on one of the topics I provide you. It can be anything you want, but it must be school appropriate. This is to expand your emotions and creativity, and it is a Friday, so I wanted to give you something easy." Mrs. Rayborne told the class. You practically skimmed with excitement. You loved writing, the thought of pouring your thoughts on your paper greatly pleased you.

"Joy." Matthias grunted. It was safe to say he did not excel academically, nor creatively. But you loved him no matter his intelligence. You squeezed his hand and mouthed 'It'll be okay'. Mrs. Rayborne passed you the topic, giving you a warm smile and giving Matthias a cold one. She had high hopes for you, her star student. You giggled with glee when you saw 'love' as the topic choice. Matthias raised his eyebrows at his choice, which was 'pain'. You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek, which he responded with a smile.

"You are very bold today, dame." He smirked. You then focused on writing, and poured your heart into the paper, the pencil fluttering fast across the page. When you were halfway done, Mrs. Rayborne cleared her throat.

"Class, we have a new student. Please welcome him." She said, and a guy your age was standing next to her. He was clothed in a belted navy blue sailor top, with a light blue collar, tie, and tufts, with matching pants. He had light blond hair and dull blue eyes. His expression was stoic and bored, but when his eyes passed over you, his eyes widened a fraction, and a light blush dusted his cheeks before he turned away.

"My name is Lukas Bondevik. I hope we can get along." His monotone voice carried across the room.

"What a lame wimp." Matthias snorted, and you instantly felt bad. Lukas was new, and already he was getting flack. Lukas took an empty seat and calmly got out his writing utensils. For the remainder of the class period, you couldn't forget his mysterious blue eyes observing you, and only you. What secrets were hidden in them? Only time would tell.