Chapter 1
Right so I was sitting in form one day and this idea just hit me like BAM! This is my first fic, so its not going to be the best of all readings…. Just to warn you I'm not quite sure where this could lead, and my mind is pretty messed up so…. Be warned…. Anyways I'm rambling…. On with the show (or story) …
Rachel Barbra Berry, a star in the making but hated by most.
Sam Evans, the trouty-mouth kid that plays the guitar and is on the soccer team.
Possibly the most unlikely couple that could ever be thought of, but it happened. And here's how.
As Rachel walked with a skip into the choir room that morning she heard a quiet strumming coming from the other end of the room. She skipped over expecting to see Noah there, her fellow Jewish friend. When she rounded the corner she was shocked to see Sam sitting on his knees strumming along to Billionaire by Travie McCoy and Bruno Mars. He had Just gotten to the chorus so Rachel decided to sing along to the tune. Sam hadn't noticed that Rachel was there until he heard that familiar Broadway-destined voice, singing along to his simple strums. He looked up and smiled at the face that was next to him.
Maybe it was just the lighting in the room, but he swore that she looked different, beautiful almost. He looked up at her again with confusion in his eyes. She knelt down next to him and rested her head on his shoulder… she had never even spoken to him before so why was she here humming along to his guitar with her head on his shoulder, just like they do in the movies.
The new found friends walked to class together that morning, they walked in only to receive strange looks from everyone except Jacob Ben Israel who's face was stuck behind his camera screen. As they took up temporary residence in the back of the class, Sam pulled out a scruffy notebook. In the notebook there were a few little doodles such as a guitar body or a skull here or there. But it was mainly full with Na'vi, a language that Rachel found fascinating. She made him teach her simple phrases that lesson.
She spent the rest of the day asking people 'How are you?' In Na'vi. And the only person who could understand the slow and concentrated 'Kaltxì fyape nga' was Sam. Rachel felt herself falling harder for Sam with every second she was with him.
Right so I should be able to update in the next few days, I'll try to update quickly but i can't guarantee anything. Reviews make the unicorns happy and then they make me happy and I write faster, REVIEW PLEASE :D