OK so I was playing a lot of "My sweet crush" recently (My candy love, Amour Sucre, Corazon de bombon however they call it where you live) and I was bored today, I love the game I have played it since a long while ago; my favorite was Castiel but then Lysander came, at first I just liked his clothes and hair but after a while I came to the realization that Lysander was my description of perfect, I don't really care if he forgets everything, he's flawless as I see, he is just how I describe the perfect guy and sadly he still isn't real, however I was with no homework, no duties, no inspiration to draw or play music so why not? I told myself.

The characters in this story are not mine on exemption of the "sucrette" or "candy" which in this story is Reed, the game referred to is not mine either, I only own that character, the first song and the plot, if I owned the game I wouldn't be able to call this a fan fiction.

"Oh sweetie you are gonna love it!" said my aunt.

I took a suitcase and got off the car looking at the building in front of me, big, it really was a big place for just one person.

"Oh yeah! you have to see the inside you will love it, it was made for you!"

And it was; my parents had contracted an architect just to design this place, he didn't ask me questions of what I would like, he saw how I dressed, how I talked, my hobbies, my movements, and that was enough for him to design my perfect house.

I sighed and got inside the building, it was bigger in the inside, the ceiling was sixteen feet tall, one of the walls wasn't a wall at all but glass a giant window and the curtains were as tall, a really elegant place but still eccentric in a way; I climbed up the spilar stairs and got to my room which was huge with a beautiful balcony and windows, my bed was big, really big, my desk and chair were comfy and just my style as the whole house was, there was a piano in my room and a tea-table in the center of it with two chairs, my aunt came behind me and said happily as always.

"Dear I am so glad you are now going to live near me" She smiled.

Yeah I was just living near her, not with her, I had this whole enormous place for myself and she lived two streets away.

"I am really glad too auntie" I responded with a cute smile, but still fake, a mask, because this way she won't get worried for me, she will be happy, my parents cared for me a lot but they were never at the house, they are to busy for that and now I was going to live in Sweet Amoris far away from Denver.

My whole life I never had friends, not real ones at least; each person who was ever around me was there just because of my money, my looks or in extremely rare cases because of art or music, but I never befriended even those people because they only admired what I did and they didn't knew about it, anyways that was never a problem for me, I have always thought the human kind is selfish and stupid, those who aren't are rare cases of one in a million, why have friends? It's good to have connections but why friends? There's a lot of people hurting because their so claimed friends betrayed them! I don't want to have friends, I am better off by myself, I don't care being away from my home either, my parents were never there, I don't care about living alone, I am better like this, the only thing I miss from Denver is my brother, he has always been by my side, he's the one that took care of me and later on I was the one who took care of him, but he does have friends there and I would never take them away from him selfishly, he insisted over and over again to come live here with me but I didn't let him, knowing that he'll be better there.

When I was finished unpacking my aunt left with the promise of coming over the weekend to drink tea, I closed the curtains downstairs, knowing I wouldn't open them again in a while, I got a cereal bowl from the kitchen, from the big spacious elegant kitchen, when I finished it was dark, I went to my room, took my acoustic guitar and positioned myself with it in the balcony, the stars looked better in here than in Denver, I started playing G and humming while playing with the chords.

Do not worry for me
it is always like this
I am too serious they say
but I can smile I swear
I am not sad for this
this is not my reason to cry
I am crying because
you're not here tonight

Ooh Ooh Oh I am standing here alone in this selfish world
Ooh Ooh I am here in this agony

Why is it? tell me tell me
why do they hurt each other?
why do they betray?
why do I feel right when doing what's "wrong"?
Ooh! help me out to get out
from this world of hypocrites

I ended the song and stared into space, my balcony was technically in the park, it was a beautiful park I may say.

"I liked the song" I jumped a bit at the sound of a voice and started looking for its origin.

"It also has a really sweet and fitting melody" the voice came again and I looked down to the park were next to a tree was sitting a guy looking at me.

"I appreciate your comment thank you, you are the first person to ever make a critique of my music" I responded; the boy got up on his feet and walked closer, he was tall, with white platinum hair, he dressed like he came out of one of Jane Austen's books and I immediately looked to my own clothes finding similarities, he stopped and with his gaze in mine I could see he had heterochromatic eyes, something I could just wish having, he had a sunlight colored pupil and the left one bright green, I had green bluish eyes but I would really like having different colored eyes like him and so bright.

"Good evening" he said, a small smile forming on his features.

I stared at him amused and answered "It's a wonderful night, I think you are not making it justice" I said bowing my head in a salute to him.

"You are right, it's indeed a beautiful night" he chuckled.

we stayed in a comfortable silence for a moment and then I asked "What could you be doing in the park at night?"

He shifted the leg he was resting in and responded to my question "I was here during the day and I left here my notebook, when I found it I heard you play and stayed to hear"

"I see, it was a good coincidence" I then realized it was late and I had school tomorrow.

"I shall take my leave now, it was nice meeting you though, have a nice night strange boy" I said he chuckled "same thing Miss" he said with a gesture and then left, I closed the doors to my balcony and jumped to my bed, that was strange, but in a good way, it was sort of fun talking with him even if it was just a minute.

This chapter is short indeed but I think it would be good to post short chapters so I can upload faster since I must admit I am a lazy person.