One-Shot Time, Oh yeah!

So I'm going to write 25 Epic One-shots for the most AMAZING show ever!

Maybe If I can manage that, I'll do more, but let's just start with 25.

So I want to review with ideas for other One-Shots of any genre. Drama, Comedy (my fav), Romance, Soap Opera (actually I take that back), Horror and I guess a Song-Fic if I seriously must. I may also do some Crossovers :)

So here's number 1, I hope you enjoy it, I just came up with it then, just siting here on the couch, on my laptop. R & R!

The boy with the White Hair

She observed from a distance, around 70 meters or so, as he flipped through the air, twirling and laughing.

The boy with the white hair.

She couldn't help it, no matter her instructions. A smile forced its way to her lips.

Although she envied him, so free, full movement whether on land, sky, sea even in the soil of the Earth, she still respected what he did.

The boy with the white hair.

Two other voices suddenly broke the air and he stopped his twirling and floated downwards until he was out of her sight. Silently cursing, she shifted a little more to the left so she could see.

She sighed when he came back into view.

The boy with the white hair.

Now he was on the ground laughing with the others. A darker-skinned boy with glasses and a red beret and a pale girl, her cropped black hair whipping in the wind as he purple lips laughed.

Together the group sat down on the grass and she mourned not being able to go over to meet them. She would love to be able to run with them. Lie beside them on the grass. Talk and laugh with them. What she would give to do that.

Inhaling a deep breath of air she placed her hands lightly in the lap of her white gown and continued to watch. The boy was now slowly floating up into the air.

The boy with the white hair.

His friends jumped up towards him, but he remained just out of their grip. He rolled over in the air and floated, looking up towards the beautiful blue sky. She could see his lips moving and the faint murmur of his voice as he failed to notice the second boy lifting the girl into the air so she could reach him.

The boy with the white hair.

With a bound, she leaped up and grabbed him by the waist. Letting out an extremely girly scream he dropped the small distance to the ground but at the last second turned both himself and the girl intangible. Coming back up through the ground, still with the girl around his waist, she watched on as his friends began to laugh at his girly scream from before.

Even she had to laugh at,

The boy with the white hair.

With a gush the wind picked up and her sandy blonde, short cropped hair blew across in her face. Wiping it away, she looked back to see that the group was beginning to leave. Two walking, one flying just overhead.

The boy with the white hair.

She strained for a last look at him before he disappeared around a corner.

She let out a sigh and lowered her eyes to the ground, the smile now gone. If only they'd stayed. If only he'd seen her.

The boy with the white hair.

As much as she knew she should leave, she stayed, watching the spot that they'd been, enjoying themselves on the grass.

All was silent for the two minutes the she watched until a soft voice broke its way into her ear.

"There you are Kaitlyn. Come on it's been half an hour. Time to head back in side."

Kaitlyn didn't respond to the voice, she just continued watching the spot until she felt herself being turned around where she sat until she was face-to-face with a girl aged 16. She too had sandy blonde hair, but hers sat at mid-way down her back. She smiled as she communicated with Kaitlyn.

"Come along Kaitlyn, Mumma made dumplings for tea," the girl explained, walking around behind her and then wheeling her up to the house.

"So free, full movement whether on land, sky, sea even in the soil of the Earth," murmured Kaitlyn as the second girl pushed her wheelchair towards the house.

"What's that sis?" The girl asked.

"Nothing," purred Kaitlyn again as she was pushed through the doors of her house. Although she was now inside, he mind was still outside. Still looking at him.

The boy with the white hair.