My dear little broccolis💚💚💚,
So, something terrible happened today, Fanfiction deleted ALL my stories! I want to cry, and die; but all I can do is ask: WHY?!
Anyway, it's okay, there are more aggravating things happening in the world. So let's just take a deep breath, and go back to the beginning. I'll try uploading back all my stories (that I thankfully all kept on my tablet) and go back from the beginning, as if nothing ever happened. Let's pretend, it's the first time you're reading those stories. 😉😉
So, this story is a little something I came up with as I was talking to my sister about the power of broccoli. I know, this is weird, but you know me. All of my stories (stories, not oneshots) have a end game, something to prove in the end of the story, and this one is no different. So, let's read this one, and see what it is all about.
Like most of my stories, this story will be completely OOC, with drama, and fluff, and humour, and cliffhangers (because cliffies are my babies 😝). If you are a fan of my other stories (you know, the ones that have been deleted), I can promise you that this one won't go very dark, it's just something kind of light with just enough angst to keep it interesting.
Anyway, enough chitchat, let's enjoy this first chapter, all over again .
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Chapter 1 ~ The Chocofrogs (1,8K)
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Jace's PoV.
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God, I hate grown ups and their stupid ideas that moving is a good thing and all. It is not. Everything sucks about moving. I'll have to change school and friends. I'll be the newbie. I'll have to get used to the neighbourhood. I'll even have to get used to the new grocery shop.
Grocery shop where my dad dragged me so I can 'help him'. But of course, I lost him as soon as I could. Because who likes to shop with their parents? Not me. So now I'm wandering in the candy section, shocked to see it so empty. But then again, dad woke us up at dawn so we wouldn't meet too many people. I keep on going back and forth in the alley, wondering which candy I'll guilt dad into buying, when I set my eyes on the prize. Chocofrogs. The ones like in Harry Potter, minus the magic. And it's the last one.
I reach out for the wonder that is Chocofrogs, when a small hand is faster than me and snaps the package away from me. I turn my head to see the culprit, and find myself facing a little girl with crazy red hair. She has humongous green eyes staring at me with obfuscation as I still have my hand reaching for where used to be the Chocofrogs.
I've actually already seen this girl. She's my neighbour. I've seen her play in her garden several times, from my window. She's always alone as if she doesn't have friends, and so I can relate a little to her. When school will start, I too won't have many friends.
She stares at me for two more seconds before she whispers with suspicion: "I won't let you have it. You should have been quicker."
I narrow my eyes at her, recalling why I actually looked at her in the first place; and then I victoriously smile as I snap the desired chocolate out of her innocent little hands. She's the one who said I should be quicker. Her huge eyes look at me with shock, before she angrily threatens: "You better give that back!"
Her threat is quite ridiculous. I mean, she's so small that even the wind could make her fall. I smirk at her, too happy to finally have my Chocofrogs, and I retort: "You should have been quicker."
Her eyes widen with frustration before I am hit by something green. She threw a broccoli at my face! Who does that? Crazy redheads. And of course, I was so not expecting this attack of vegetable that I dropped the Chocofrogs. It's there, laying on the floor, at my feet, but she doesn't do a single thing to pick up, though her eyes are locked on it.
"Did you find your chocolate, Clary?" A man asks, appearing in the deserted alley of the candy section, and as his eyes land on me, he seems surprised before he smiles and adds with glee: "You made a friend?"
The girl, Clary, looks one last time at the Chocofrogs and then she turns her back on me and hurries to the man, saying that they need broccoli again. The man asks about her chocolate, but she shakes her head claiming that she doesn't want them anymore. The man glances at me with curiosity, his eyes lingering on the Chocofrogs on the floor, and on the broccoli next to it.
And then, they leave, and I kind of feel guilty to have snapped the chocolate out of her hands. I hesitate a little before picking up the candy and searching for my father. As I do so, I do my best to try and find Clary again, so I can give her back the chocolate, but I can't as the shop is getting busier.
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Once we're home, dad tells me that I have to keep unpacking, which annoys me to the most. I spent my past week at unpacking. Again and again. It is quite annoying now. But it's all we do. Unpack, unpack, unpack. As if we're mindless robots.
I still have the Chocofrogs in my pocket, which dad pointed out with shock. Chocofrogs usually don't make it to the car. But I'm saving it as a peace offering. All I hope is to not get hit by broccoli again. Because it kind of hurt.
So after unpacking a zillion of boxes, I ask dad if I can go see the neighbours, because I know they have a kid and I want to play. So of course, dad lets me go, though I know he's checking on me through the kitchen window.
I knock at the door, hoping that she'll be the one opening it, but it's the man. I think he's her father. I don't know. It'd be weird if he wasn't. The man seems surprise by my presence, and so I tell him:
"I came to see Clary and ask her to play with me."
I'm doing my best to be polite, because I know dad won't be happy if he hears that I've been rude. Let's hope he doesn't hear that I stole a chocolate out of a little girl's hands. I'll be grounded for forever!
The man narrows his eyes at me with suspicion, as if what I just said is unbelievable, and he signals me to step in the house. I wave in the direction of my house so I can reassure dad who's obviously spying on me through the window. As I enter the house, the man asks me:
"And you are?"
"Jace, sir," I answer, and just at this moment, Clary storms in the living room before freezing on the spot at my sight. Then she yelps and rushes out of here, as if I am the scariest duck of the planet.
Her father sighs a little before turning his head to me, and telling me: "I think you'll have to postpone your play date. Clary tends to have problems with people."
"Can I at least give her that?" I ask, showing the Chocofrogs, and her father gently smiles as he sees the candy. He mumbles something under his breath before leading me upstairs. There he knocks on a door, creeping it open as he says the name of his daughter with gentleness and love. But Clary seems to not hear it:
"No, no! I won't play with him! He's a jerk and a thief. You lied when you said that people could be nice! He stole the Chocofrogs out of my hands!" She accuses, as if it's the worst crime in the world. Well, maybe it is. After throwing broccoli in people faces.
Her father glances at me and the proof of what she's saying in my hand, before he opens a little more the door, revealing me to Clary. She gasps of indignation, and glares at her father before hiding herself under the covers. I really must be one ugly duck.
"I came to give you back the Chocofrogs. I'm sorry for earlier," I tell her, pleading my case before she starts holding the grudge forever against me. I don't want my first possible friend to hate me and spread her word of justice at school.
Clary shyly peeps her head out of the covers, and glances at the Chocofrogs in my hand. I can see in her eyes that she still wants them. I get it, those chocolates are killers! So I take a step in her room, registering that her father left us alone. Clary sits up on her bed, and when I give her the Chocofrogs, she looks like I just gave her a Christmas present.
"I shouldn't have taken it from your hands," I repeat, and she sheepishly smiles, telling me:
"I shouldn't have thrown a broccoli at your face."
I smile back and sit in front of her as she opens the chocolate, and then she breaks it in half and gives me a part: "Wanna share?"
I accept, too happy to have a part of the Chocofrogs after all. We eat in silence before I ask her: "Wanna watch a movie at my place? I'll make dad cook us his killer lasagna."
"We can stay here and ask my dad to order pizza?" She proposes, and I gladly accept because pizza. Dad only cooks healthy food, so of course, I won't refuse pizza.
When we go downstairs, our mouths full of the remaining Chocofrogs, her father raises a surprised eyebrow at us before he smiles and accepts without arguing his daughter's demand for pizza. And so this is how I make my first friend in this new town. In front of the Harry Potter saga, eating pizza and bickering about who knows the books the best.
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So? What did you think?
~ I personally think that this Jace is cute. I like little Jace. What about you?
~ And for those interested, I will start a Pinterest board on this story as well. I'm just looking for the right pictures. They shall come soon, I'll let you know.
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