Constellations
A collection of magical, angst, tragic, adventurous love stories of the galaxy's princes and princesses.
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[1] August. – two persons who has paradoxical views meets. He thinks it may have been fate again, but this time, he's not seething in anger, he's all okay with it. He now thinks, maybe, just maybe he likes August a little. Modern AU. [FXS]
It all started in the first day of classes for high school.
August 11th. He is starting to hate the month of august for he has assumed that, it has been bringing him bad luck – like not really bad, but still – perhaps a coincidence of events planned for him to seethe in anger whenever he remembers the past.
August, he dislikes it. August is the time of the year to meet "new friends" – he always fails to get one, time of the year to reintroduce himself to the class – like, they always do this, and it's the same faces anyway, so what's the point?
But it's not only the reason why he dislikes it. August became his worst enemy after major incidents, for him, happened.
On August of his years as the focus of the bullies back when he was a third-grade elementary student, the month became his worst. He received a lot of punches and kicks from them, and he's too weak to fight back. On August of his years as the time when he was the captain of their school's football team back when he was a sixth grade elementary student, all of his teammates blamed the loss of the team on the final cup to him, all to him.
These incidents might be so harsh, but he considers thanking these for it made him realize a lot of things. He learns from all it.
But it is still too crazy to become just a coincidence, he thinks. So perhaps, it's like, someone has been planning this along, like maybe some kind of what they call fate.
He thinks that it is some absurd fate, too brutal. Why would he make me meet this kind of embarrassing events? He dislikes God for this.
August 11th, 7:16 AM. He's really early and he regrets it.
He is there, on the classroom of his assigned section all alone, and he's not even all happy about it. He's thinking that this should've been a lot better. He means his surrounding should've been better at least, but it's not.
It's actually worse than the previous.
And then he gives up on all what's left to his little hope about high school.
August 11th. There it is again, the month of august.
She's all flailing and squealing, and jumping, and anything fangirling.
There is no need for her to rethink whether if she does likes august or not, because she hella do love it. Absolutely no more questions asked, for the second, third, fourth, fifth time, or even sixth – she loves the month of august.
August, it's the month of celebration to her.
First of all, her birthday is on the 28th of August, therefore, she'll be receiving gifts, and certainly, attention – like the affection of her 'friends' towards her. She loves the attention whenever she gets it.
August, it's time of the month for the first day of classes. There, she'll be gathering a lot of attention. She likes it. No, like is an understatement, she loves it.
She was an orphan. As she reached the age of 7, she had no parents. They gave her to the government because of their lack of money, and were open for someone who wants to adopt her. It was the saddest part of her life, and thus upon that day came, she seeks for attention. Will ever someone love me? Either platonically, or romantically, she wanted to feel it. It happened back – she doesn't remember but – not certainly on the month of August, because she can perfectly recalls that magical moment happened on august.
August saved her from being isolated, she deeply thanks and owes august a lot. She decides she loves august. August is the month when a married couple came to adopt her, yes, her! She thinks that was the best birthday present she had ever received. She thanks the heaven for the answered prayer. Her and August… Oh, August, it welcomed Fine to a new life.
Up until now, they've been good parents towards her, and she treats them as parents, as family, and they also do to. She's so so so so soooo thankful.
August 11th, 8:47 AM. She's late…? Well, all sources came from the black wristwatch her 'mom' gave her. And so she runs, straight towards her assigned section, not minding the few people on the hallway. Kinda weird there's few.
She has her usual fuchsia curls tied into a twin ponytail, it's quite messy, because she's late, she assumes.
Room 202.
She's finally there, in front of room 202. She's worried on how unpleasant she looks because of all running and stuff. Y'know, that stuff they call first impression lasts? She believes it. And so now, she says to herself that she has to calm down first, and be alert. Alert.
Breathe In.
Breathe Out.
She thinks she's ready. She thinks on what to say for her introduction, she thinks on whom she should be friends with.
She's alright.
"Fine, just like your name." she mumbled softly as if comforting herself and she shakes both her hands to elude any nervousness, and it calmed her down.
She smiles as she slowly slides the door open.
August 11th, 8:49 AM.
Both he and she are surprised.
He's surprised because of the way she looks.
Her fuchsia curls tied unevenly into a twin ponytail.
Her face screams not ready for school at all.
Her necktie is not tied properly, hell! It doesn't even show the school's logo – ah, right… it's on the back.
Her uniform that is all wrinkly that even with a single glance you'll know that she did not ironed it.
Of course, why would she? She's late, and in the first meeting for high school students, the opening ceremony! Of course she has to rush.
Her socks that are not matching colors, a pale blue on her left feet, and a pale green on her right.
Hah. He wanted to laugh, but he thinks it would be too rude. So, as he looked at her, with his usual cold, cold dark blue eyes, it took him minutes to inspect her who looked as shocked as he – it doesn't look like it, but he is – and as he sees her like that, he just can't help it. Hah.
He covers his mouth with his right hand.
Hah… ha ha…
Right, he just doesn't expect his morning of august will feel like this. His all old august that is filled with gloomy air. It has been a long time to feel like laughing again, it feels light. He is sorry for the girl in front of him for being the reason he's like this, but at the same time, he wants to thank her for being the reason he is like this.
It has been a lot of time that he just feels like this but, for the first time, he's expecting the old august to fill his world with all miserable atmosphere that it can, but it didn't.
Surprisingly, he didn't think that august will treat him like this. It felt nice.
From the usual old gloomy august that makes him cry for years, it makes him feel like laughing now.
She's surprised because she's sure she's late but why is that – he is the only person he sees in their classroom!
Weird, she thinks. It took her minutes before she can function, but before that – she totally looked like a lost puppy finding her way back home. What if she's lost? She's pretty sure it's room 202! She panics just simply thinking about that, but what if it is really the case? …fuck.
…She totally didn't well thought-out how she looks right now.
She sighed.
She considers asking the question to the man in front of her. The man who has been covering his mouth with his right hand, the one who's laughing at her, he's really rude, she thinks.
"Excuse me… Is this… Freshmen… Uh… Section 1-B?" She asked, with slightly shaking voice because she has set her mind that what in front of her is a senior, a senior year.
She watches as he tried to regain himself from 'laughing', trying so hard not to pull off anything that will make him look amused.
And she's quite pissed right now.
"Look, sorry sir but, I'm pretty sure it is rude to be laughing to some stranger in front of you because you knew so well that she's lost, right?"
Look at her, pulling off her pissed-off-face so hard, making him feel sorry. Well the case is that, he feels sorry from the start. He bit his lower lip; perhaps he's thinking that, right, the usual old august.
"Sorry, umm…" he said softly, not trying to offend her anymore.
"You're in the Section 1-B indeed," He tries smiling, so kindly, so nicely to her as he scratches the back of his hair. "I'm a freshman, and if you are too..." he offers his hand for a hand shake. He considers taking back what he said about his little hope on high school. Maybe, 1% of it is back.
But was she not convinces? A minute passed after he offered his hand for a hand shake, but she's not answering. Right, Fine, right. Don't function. I thought you're here to have friends?!
"Huh?" It's still weird, she thinks. If this is the section of class 1-B, then why are there almost no students around this classroom? She means she's damn late! It's already 8:49 when she got here, yet there is no one here yet. The classes starts on 8:30 AM, yet? This is really…
She looked at her wristwatch. 9:02 AM.
"It's already 9:02 AM, yet no one's here?" In an amused tone. In her disbelief. Like really? They're all high school students, but, they aren't responsible enough? Hah, she thought high school students should be responsible teenagers now, but nah, she gives up.
"What are you talking about? It's just 7:32."
"Oh."
Oh.
God fucking damn it. She wasn't late from the start.
She swore she thanked everyone, but she's all kinda pissed, but she's still thankful that she isn't late. Oh, thank God. Now, she takes back what she said about high school students being irresponsible teenagers.
"So, that watch is the reason why you look like that" He eyed her, giving her a look that she doesn't look alright, so in rush.
And with all that, she realizes, she doesn't look presentable at all. Hah, right. There lies all her opportunity to become friends with all of her classmates as much as possible. She blushed as she thought of that, and as she came to realized, she blames all the fault to the watch. She hid her face using her hands.
"But I wanted to thank you for that, actually."
What? Is this guy insane? Or just so so so so rude? What the hell? She thought to herself as her eyes widen in shock. But it's not like that, right? With her eyes like that, he knew she'd understand the latter.
"It's not like that!" He waved his hands in front of her, with a shy smile, saying that it's a no-no, whatever she is thinking. "It's because my august has always been miserable, jeez, and because of you, my august this year feel a little lighter." Hah, thanks, you're funny.
She still thinks it kinda rude, so she pouts. She can't deny the fact that him, smiling, was kinda cute, so she'll give him that.
"Still, I think it's kinda rude to laugh at me because I look like…"
"Yeah, I'm sorry…"
His smiled softened –with a mix of sadness and such but, and as she saw that, her brows furrowed in worry.
"Mind to tell me the reason behind?" She asks him as if trying to comfort him – that's actually her goal.
He blinks for the second, third, and for the fourth time… he asks if it's really okay, and it didn't take her seconds to answer, "Yes, of course."
He tells her all that he's not comfortable with introducing himself, he doesn't like getting a lot of attention at all, and he tells her the incident that happened back when he was a third grade and a sixth grade elementary student. He tells her that he cries a lot in the night of august, because he remembers all of it, fresh. August, it brought him fear. He hates it, he hates it.
But as he is telling her that, he wears a mask of a confident person, and it is the truth. He feels like she's someone who will understand him. From making his august lighter, maybe a little and maybe a lot, he feels like he can trust her.
"That's the opposite of mine, oh and I'm really sorry about earlier!" Right. She says that with her natural joyful tone. Her eyes, they glittered in contentment and happiness, and he enjoys seeing that kind of eyes. He enjoys hearing that joyful tone without carrying any despair. He enjoys seeing her, talking with all the happy flow.
She tells him that her true parents gave her to the government before, and for half a year, she waited for someone, some family to bring her home. She tells him how happy she was when her prayers got answered, and it was on august, not on September, May, February, or… It was on August. After that happened, it all came so easy, all the attention she is seeking for from being isolated, from all the attention her true parents didn't gave her.
"It wasn't only the reason why I like August, actually…" Her smile was warm.
"Huh?"
"My real name is Fine." She offered her hand for a hand shake. She wears a very friendly smile as she faces shade. It was august, that day, he thinks that august is not a very bad thing at all. He is starting to reconsider that August is not as bad as he thinks it is. He even thinks that, perhaps, he could rethink of his decision disliking God with this.
They shake hands. "Shade." He smiles.
"And the other reason why I like August is that,"
"it was the name of my parents now gave me."
She says that, and he feels like his name as shade was totally wiped out.
It's all too bright.
She's like an angel that came to say him that august isn't a bad thing, her name isn't a bad name. For her, it's a name of hope, and she came to share it. Her glittery eyes are still shimmering with joy, and it filled with honesty and loyalty, and innocence, and anything nice. Her smile is like that powerful sun that totally pulls away the shade, like his name that is so gloomy. August, oh, august, it is actually a beautiful thing, or a month, a girl.
Now there's no more rethinking for twice, thrice, the fourth time, fifth, and even the sixth, … , that maybe, just maybe, he likes August a little – or a lot. Maybe.
"I'm August. Nice to meet you, Shade!"
"August saved her from being isolated, she deeply thanks and owes august a lot. She decides she loves august. August is the month when a married couple came to adopt her, yes, her! She thinks that was the best birthday present she had ever received. She thanks the heaven for the answered prayer. Her and August… Oh, August, it welcomed Fine to a new life."
August protected Fine.
CriES A LITTLE [ok dang, I'm sorry there's a lot of grammatical errors, and as a one shot – this is so damn long. Hope you enjoyed this and ughh understand, if you want clarifications, message me! Or review the thing! And also, if you want to request a thing, please review/dm me with the prompt/headcanon and the pairing you associate the prompt/headcanon with. See ya all on the next story yooo… yeah I forgot to tell ya'll that, I'm really sorry I'm not good with dialogues and stuff, but I'm really trying, and so I'm gonna improve my writing with each piece. Thank you for reading!]