The New Mew.
(This is my first Fanfiction O.K. So go easy on me. Not hard on me, easy on me you got that?)
Chapter 1. Nayla POV
Nayla walked down the street thinking about what she should say. The cutest boy ever had offered her to walk her home! Once he did offer her she first looked around to make sure that he was definitely talking to her. "Umm...nice weather we're having isn't it?" Nayla said to Aaron, as she stared at her feet instead of the sky. What am I doing?She angrily thought.
"Yeah it is." Aaron replied, looking up to the sun-lit sky. I can't believe I just said that! Nayla thought. As they turned the corner, Nayla saw a large pink cafe with heart windows standing at the end of the street. "I never noticed that cafe before. Have you?" Aaron said, as he turned to her.
"Uh-uh! I was just thinking the same thing." Nayla replied looking up to see a cat with wings on the top of the cafe. "Maybe it's new?"
"Maybe." Aaron said, turning onto Nayla's road. "We won't worry about it anymore then." The pair kept walking down the street in silence. I should say something already!"Hey Nayla." Aaron interrupted. Nayla jumped.
"Ye...yeah?" Nayla fumbled, fidgeting with her thumbs. She took a deep breath in and decided to speak up "What is it?"
"We're at your house." Aaron answered, staring at her puzzled.
"Opps! I uhh... I guess I wasn't looking were we going." What a lame excuse! She thought to herself.
"Then how come you knew where to go?"
"No reason. Thanks for walking me home. See ya!" She yelled to him as she ran inside her house, panting but was stopped by the Aaron's voice.
"Hey Nayla!" Aaron yelled.
"Yeah?" She replied shakily.
"Do want to go to the Red Animal Data show with me tomorrow? Everyone else is doing something else."
"Yeah, why not?"
"Then I'll meet you at the front of the Red Animal Data show at 11 then."
"Okay!"
She waved to him from out the window. She ran up to her room, two steps at a time (Tripping on the way.) *Flop* She threw herself onto her bed. She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it for about half an hour until she stopped. "I never will do that again! Never ever ever again!" She threw her briefcase onto the floor right next to her door. Her Brunette hair swang wildly around her face as she attempted to stick her head into the pillow case. Her attempt failed after about another half hour. She walked over to her desk and picked up her comb. She let lose her ponytail, and combed her hair she thought of the reasons why she liked Aaron.
He's funny
He's smart
He's different from other boys
His way of changing the subject when it needs to be changed.
There were probably more reasons Nayla liked Aaron, but interrupted by an annoying knock on the door. "Do you want dinner or what?" her Dad told her. Nayla threw a pillow at his face.
"What do you think I want?" She said, picking up another pillow.
"I think you rather stay up here and daydream the rest of the night, than have dinner" Another pillow hit him. "I change my answer. I think you rather throw pillows at me for the rest of the night, instead of eating or daydreaming." Nayla threateningly held up her alarm clock. "Alright, I get the point. Now stop throwing things at me and get downstairs if want food." He said playfully, as he opened the door for her and bowing at the same time.
Nayla quickly jumped off her bed, dashed past her Dad and went down the stairs jumping three at a time, and for once not tripping over herself. Nayla always had a big appetite, but she stayed the same weight for some freaky reason that she did not know of. Maybe it's because of all the kicking and screaming I do after embarrassing myself, or maybe I just have too much energy inside of me that's waiting to used. I rather go with reason number two. Oh well, no matter what reason I still, and always will, have a big appetite. She sighed at that thought and ran the rest of the way to the kitchen, still thinking about the same topic.