BlackLynx17: So I've been planning this fanfiction for a while now and finally started writing it. It's a songfic, Skater Boy by Avril Lavigne, one of my top favorite songs. I don't know what else to say... you would think I have a lot because this is a new story and all and it's even a NaLu... but we'll see how next chapter does.
SKATER BOY
CHAPTER 1
He was a boy.
Six pounds, nine ounces when he was born. His father was so proud and happy, their son sharing his dark charcoal eyes, while his mother couldn't stop squealing over his pink hair; it took a lot of discussion before the two agreed to call it salmon, so he wouldn't get picked on as much for having pink hair at school. They named him Natsu Dragneel; their first child and son. They raised him as two parents could raise a child, strict but kind, loving but distant; he had a good childhood.
He didn't end up falling into the wrong crowd, but actually turned up being that crowd and attracting the wrong people in certain eyes. In his eyes though... these were his precious friends, his family, so he didn't care what they dressed like, what they did, what kind of trouble they've all been through. Family didn't care about that, so he didn't care about that.
He was a high schooler.
She was a girl.
Five pounds, five ounces when she was born. She was the most beautiful baby her parents had ever seen, a small patch of golden sun-kissed blonde hair and a large pair of intelligent, but gently, brown eyes. They named her Lucy Heartfilia; their first child and daughter. She was privileged and spoiled as a little girl, raised in a better environment than most and taught that she was superior than others, because in her father's eyes, she was; she had a good childhood.
Her crowd was handpicked for her, names and status all that mattered. She didn't mind, she didn't seem to care or even know. She had friends, she was popular, she was beautiful, and she had wonderful parents. What more could she have wanted? Anything she desired was only a question away from her parents; she could have people dancing in the palms of her hands if she so wanted. Her mother raised her right though, with a kind touch. Cherish those around you, be kind and kindness will return to you. She was better than others, but did not think nor act in such a way.
She was a high schooler.
She was on her way to meet up with her friends at a local yogurt place that had just opened up; it had received wonderful reviews and anyone who was anybody went there. It was a little cloudy today, the sun peeking out every so often. She wore a beautiful designer dress, a simple white color, but had extravagant designs covering the fabric from head to toe. Her designer bag, more expensive than the dress, was bumping against her hip every so often while her strap-on sandals, the only thing that wasn't designer because designer sandals hurt, making a clicking noise as she walked down the asphalt sidewalk.
He was riding down the opposite way in which she was coming from, doing a kick-flip on his board before hopping on the back of the bench and doing a grind, on his way to the park to skate with some of his friends. He had on some baggy faded out dark blue jeans, holes in random places that showed the bare minimum of his boxers from the behind. His baggy shirt did no justice to enhance his figure, a dark red shirt with the words 'SPIT FIRE' gratified on it in orange spray paint. His board made a raggedy noise as it rolled across the asphalt sidewalk, a loose screw rolling around and around on the side about to fall right off.
They were probably about a block apart, both parties being able to see each other, but hadn't because she was staring at her phone while he wondered if the reason his ride was so bumpy was because he rolled over some gum and was busy looking down at his wheels. The two of them passed right by each other without noticing the other, her stepping on the right side of the sidewalk knowing something was heading her way while he cruised to the left seeing someone up ahead out the corner of his eye.
They shouldn't have seen each other yet, wouldn't have if he hadn't been so entranced to discover if there was gum on his wheel or not. He was though and didn't appear to see the trash can that just rolled in his way because of a stray cat down the alleyway that had just knocked it over. He crashed right into the trash can, cursing out as he did a flip and fell right off his board. She blinked and turned around, wondering what all the commotion was about.
A man with the brightest hair she's ever seen before, the most unusual shade of pink, was upside down lying on a trash can with the darkest black eyes ever. He was looking at her too, this beautiful girl, perfect in every way even upside down, a small smile on her face with this bright blonde hair and even brighter brown eyes.
He blushed and cursed for making a fool of himself in front of such a pretty girl, probably ruining his chances with her, while she struggled not to laugh because she knew it was wrong to do. Without a word to each other he rolled around and got back to his feet while she turned back around and started on her way again. He wanted to talk to her, get to know her a little bit, see if that chance really had been blown because of his epic fail to stick his landing, but by the time he had retrieved his board and looked back at her... she was gone.
He was a boy, she was a girl, can I make it anymore obvious?
