IM SORRY THAT IT TOOK SO LONG TO REWRITE THIS STORY, BUT I FINALLY GOT THE INSPIRATION TO, SO HERE IT IS!
Thanks to littleboo, and chickentikka99 for their help with my OC!
DISACLAIMER: I DON'T OWN GLEE ONLY THE CHARACTERS THAT I MAKE UP!
SKYLAR'S POV
I'm not sure when I realized that I missed my family back in Ohio, all I know is that I realized at some point that I had been away long enough. I was looking forward to seeing my brother and finally getting a hug from my mom, which I probably missed more than anything since I hadn't heard from her in years, or any of them. Well anyway I started thinking of what to say in my apology while I was on the plane during the twelve-hour flight from England. I had decided to just go to the school and see where it went from there. I did have the habit of just "flying by the seat of my pants" and just jumping into a situation with both feet. So after I eventually got off of the plane, I went to get my baby, my gorgeous Aston martin vanquish in the same shade as my nail polish, a color that looked black but shone purple in the sun. I got into my baby, and put the destination, William McKinley High School into my GPS, and began the long drive.
~FeWhOuRsLaTeR~
I pulled up to the school and pulled into a parking spot, between two slightly beat up pick-up trucks. I got out and grabbed my purse from the seat next to me and I then got out, locked the car up, and walked through the front doors of the school. I got to the office and got my schedule and locker number and combo. Walking to the locker that they gave me, I bumped into what felt like a brick wall, and obviously I fell on my ass. Looking up I saw that it was actually a person that was now looking startled, as if he wasn't looking where he was going, as he was lost in thought. Now that he realized what had happened, he looked apologetic and reached a hand down to help me up.
"Hey, sorry I wasn't looking where I was going. My name's Dave, but everyone here calls me by my last name, Karovsky. You can call me either, I don't really care anymore. What's your name?" he helped me up and picked my bag up and handed it to me, what a gentlemen.
"Thank you Dave, and my name's skylar Evangeline, you can call me by either, also. Hey I just got back into the country, and I was looking for somebody, do you think you can help me?" I asked him smiling at his reaction to my accent, and then he nodded. "Well I can definitely try, who are you looking for?"
"His name is Kurt, Kurt Hummel, do you know him?" I asked him, noticing that he became nervous, and figured that they weren't the best of friends.
"How do you know him, are you like old friends or something?" He asked and I just smiled and nodded, I noticed how he was holding himself. His shoulders were hunched, his eyes looked slightly mistrusting, and he was slightly fidgeting, it was so subtle that most people wouldn't notice. I had decided to take this sad person and help him be happy, because he obviously wasn't.
"Hey, Dave, is there an auditorium that you can show me the way to? I would simply ask how to get there, but I am simply horrid with directions, and I am afraid that if you weren't there to show me the way, that I might get lost. Would you mind showing me the way, please?" I asked him while using the big kitten eyes that nobody could resist, and watched with an internal chuckle as he fell for it. He nodded and I smiled and took his arm as he began leading the way to the auditorium while pointing out inconsequential things, like, "there is the cafeteria", or "that way is a bathroom", or even "right there is a trash can". I could tell he was kind of nervous, but normally having a beautiful girl on your arm would make a lot of guys nervous, especially when the girl has a sexy accent. When we got there, we walked up onto the stage and I sat down and made him sit down with me. I pulled out my wireless docking station and put my iPhone onto it and started playing music.
"So Dave, what is your favorite song? I can bet that I will have it on my phone." I said with a challenge in my voice, I wanted to see if my hunch about him secretly liking music is correct. I noticed that as he thought, his eyes started to get a twinkle, and then and there, I knew what I had to do.
"Well, I have two actually, Walk This Way by Run-DMC ft. Aerosmith, and then I have one that nobody else knows I like. I secretly like 21 guns by Green Day." He told me while looking like he was ready for me to start laughing at him, and I wondered how much of himself he was keeping hidden inside himself, and how much he would let me see. To help calm him down, I was going to try something I thought might help him trust me, and to let me behind the walls that he built. I found the song and then stood up, and gestured him to do the same.
"Have you ever learned to dance, like ballroom dance? Did you know that for most people, to lose themselves in either music, or dancing, is one of the best feelings you can get; to be completely yourself with another person in a non-sexual way, and to just move with the music. Have you ever actually let someone see who you really are, and to trust that they will not judge you?" I asked imploringly to him as I led him closer to the middle of the stage, and put one of his hands on my waist, and put one of my hands on his shoulder. I told him to relax and I pressed play on the remote, put it in my pocket, took his hand in mine, and started to guide him into the rhythm the song gave us to dance to. He was a bit clumsy at first, but then he stopped looking at his shoes and then he finally lost himself to the music and it was amazing. He was smiling, sincerely, and I could tell that he was getting into it, as he would occasionally twirl me. As the song came to an end, I could tell that he was now more relaxed and trusting, well towards me at least, and I know that now he would open up to me, and tell my what was wrong before. The song finished and the next one came on, so I went and turned the volume back down so it would be background music. We went back to sitting, only this time we sat next to each other and I brought my laptop out of my bag.
"Do you want to see pictures of where I was in England?" I asked him while bring up iPhoto, and of course he said yes. I made a slideshow of all of the pictures from my past few years in England, and made them into a slideshow, and pressed play. I had a running commentary throughout the entire thing, explaining each picture in brief detail. Then I came the first picture I took with my ex, and I paused it at that picture, much to his confusion.
"This is a picture of my with my ex-girlfriend, Allison, whom I was with for a couple of years until she realized that she no longer wanted to date a girl, and she dumped me for the biggest jerk we knew. He ended up cheating on her with his dorm-mate, and she came to me, begging me to take her back, and I told her that it was exactly what she deserved, and that I could never be with someone who could change their mind about me at the drop of a hat. So she accepted that, and ended up in a wonderful relationship with a girl that she had previously ignored, but who had a crush on her since first year." I told him while I watched his reaction to the story, and then I continued with the slideshow. As it continued, his facial expressions became more and more unreadable, and I began to grow concerned that he would shut me out. When the pictures came to an end, neither of us made a sound for a few minutes, until he cleared his throat.
"So, England seems beautiful, and you seem to like it at that school you went to, so why did you come back? I mean, why would you want to come here, to Lima, Ohio, when you could be living in England. What is it about this place that made you leave?" He asked, honestly confused and he really didn't understand why I would have left.
"There are people here that I miss, and who I haven't seen in years. I haven't seen my family in like six years; I haven't even talked to them on the phone, or been able to send letters. I haven't talked to my own mother since I was in elementary school, because that was when they sent me off to boarding school in England, because I was "too aggressive", and I had "anger management issues". While I might have loved England, I knew that it was time to come back, and that I had been gone long enough. I think I am finally ready to be here, and deal with all of the drama that comes from being at a normal high school. I feel like I would make more of a difference here, than in England going to a boarding school full of rich angry kids with no common sense." I told him honestly, and emotionally. He nodded as if he understood what I meant, and I could tell that he did. Only then did I realize what time it was, and I quickly asked what time the school ended, only to find out it ended in like five minutes.
"crap, I need to find kurt!"