I don't know how fanfiction works. I just started writing some dribble, said "Hey, why not get an account and let the whole word read said dribble." and see what happens. There's probably a handful of errors and such. Formatting issues probably.

Hello, my name is Sophie Brown. I am 16 years old and for 4 years now, I have been in love with-

The Australian paused, the tip of her pen tapping thoughtfully against the pink notebook. Her stoic expression did not waver as she stared intently at her own delicate handwriting.

Was she really capable of finishing that dreaded sentence? It echoed in her head, a piercing announcement that seized up her bones, crumpled her insides and sent a flush to her face.

As if jolted out of her thoughts by a bolt of lightning, she realized that she was indeed, jotting down words that should never reach the light of day. A strangled sound erupted from her throat and she slammed the notebook shut before anyone could glance over her shoulder.

No, no she definitely could not say it. It was too risky, too reckless, too stupid.

Speaking of stupid, his timing couldn't be any better. Peter had a habit of drawing all attention to himself once he entered a room. Maybe it was his sunny smile, his exuberant eyes or his clear defining voice that seemed to demand to be heard without intending to.

"Morning!" He exclaimed cheerily to their chatting classmates. Sophie did not look up though the silence that fell upon the room for a brief second put her on edge.

"Wow, you all look like you're staring at a model. I mean, I know I'm gorgeous but snap out of it, guys." Peter said.

A round of bubbling laugh rippled through the classroom. Sophie glanced up momentarily to see a gang of male students, friends of his, hovering around the boisterous blond, closing in so she could barely see the top of his head. They seemed to be taking turns in ruffling his hair.

"Dude, this looks ridiculous!"

"Did you coat it in glue or something?"

"I know you ain't the brightest but really, man?"

She caught a tussle out of the corner of her eye. Peter had broken free of the crowd and now stood, facing them, his hands clasped firmly over his head. "It's gel, idiots. I'm trying something new. I know you're jealous but control yourself. We can't all look like this"

"Something new, huh? Oh, I get it. In Pete's world, something new apparently means something stupid looking."

He dismissed them with a chuckle, turning away. "Yep, I've had enough of this abuse. I think I'd like some well deserved kindness from Sophie."

The sound of her name did not rattle her and she remained perfectly content with gazing at the open textbook in front of her.

It was not uncommon that Peter come bounding into the classroom, having inflicted himself with some bizarre fashion statement or whatever. This morning however, she did not plan on encouraging him to continue.

"Hey, Soph." He chirped, sliding into his usual seat next to her.

"Mornin', Dipshit."

That earned another laugh from the boys.

Peter, not at all offended by such a trademark, Sophie-esque greeting, carried on. "So, whatcha think? Of the hair, I mean. I got up extra early just so I could do it. It's not as hard as I thought. It just took a shit ton of gel to get it to-Hey!" He seemed to realize his friend was not listening. "Why aren't ya looking at me, Soph? C'mon, look at me." he whined.

With a slight eye roll, she tilted her head up and turned to face him. The experience was not as unpleasant as she first anticipated.

The thick straw colored mop of permanent bed hair had been tightly slicked back, clinging to his skull and exposing his pimpled forehead and prominent eyebrows.

Not at all surprisingly, Sophie burst out laughing. "Ya look like that douchey blond kid in Harry Potter." She choked out. The sight was blinding, unbearable. She couldn't turn his way without another chorus of wild chortling.

Peter's face burned and cupping his cheek in his palm, he looked away irritably.

The sound of Sophie's hysterical laughter roared on for several minutes and eventually Peter's head snapped back and he glared at her.

"Oi, shut up!"

She appeared to be trying to but shaking giggles were still spilling out. With a deep inhale, she wiped the tears from her eyes and locked her gaze with his.

"Done?"

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

"Alright, I suppose this means that this-" He pointed at his hair, staring at her for clarification. "Is not a good look for me."

Sophie shook her head, the shadow of a grin still very clear. "Hate to break it to ya, mate but it definitely ain't."

He groaned, slamming his head on to the desk. He didn't move. She was on the verge of poking him to check for life when he stirred slightly. "So, you don't think this will win Lili over?" he mumbled.

Her smile dropped instantly. "I really don't think she cares." She responded reluctantly but truthfully. Once the conversation steered Lili's way, she deemed it dead. Hell, if he insisted on keeping it going, maybe she could get around to convincing him otherwise. Tell him Lili wasn't right for him, mention that guy Lili seemed to be getting quite close with, hint that maybe, just maybe someone else may have a very, very slight thing for him. It would be unbelievingly easy.

"You don't?" His head, still on the desk rolled over so he could peer up at her curiously. Bright blue eyes were soft and hopeful.

Her stony expression softened. Peter was tall, he was handsome, he was easygoing but up in that pretty head of his, he was nothing but a kid. Innocent, naive and clueless. It took little to manipulate him. Back in the early days, Sophie found this to be an absolute delight. Though somewhere along the line, a certain pesky emotion sprung up and now, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"Nah, she's a lot more personality based. It would be real easy to get close to her if you were all nice and friendly. Got that goin' for ya already. Still, ya probably shouldn't go struttin' up to her, lookin' like that."

He considered. "Yeaaaah. May not be the best idea." He lit up. "But you really saying I have a chance? All I have to do is be nice? I can totally do that! I got this! I know exactly-!"

Their conversation was cut short as their teacher swept through the door. He was carrying a stack of papers and blustering out excuses as to why he was late. All the while, his class were quieting and settling themselves into their desks.

Sophie busied herself with arranging her pens out on the desk and pulling out last nights homework. She barely noticed the sound of ripping paper and pencil scribbling as the tiny scrap landed right next to her. With a glance his way, she unfolded it.

Help me talk to her today. Be the brilliant best friend I know you are. I'll do whatever you want when we're done. OK?

Chewing uncertainly on her bottom lip, she glanced at Peter, his expecting gaze meeting hers. Despite herself, she nodded.

He brightened and began to scribble again. With a sideways glance at the preoccupied teacher, he held up his notebook to her. His large loopy handwriting took up the entire page.

THANKS, SOPH!

The words were accessorized with a ridiculous smiley face. Almost unconsciously, she smiled.

Peter Kirkland, a complete and utter imbecile.