Hello! ObbsessesEasily here, and I really hope this story will turn out fine. The chapters are most likely going to be short. Because I've also been having random times where writes block will hit me full force. Its been so annoying.
I do not own How to Train Your Dragon, or any of the characters. I hope that is clear.
Roses. Every night, I had found a rose by my bed. Little notes came along with them. I don't know who is sending them, but they are really pretty. This has been happening for the past two months. Around the time Haddock showed up.
Should I back up a little bit? My name is Astrid Hofferson. I have blonde hair, and bright stormy blue eyes, plus I have a shameful amount of freckles. I am sixteen and I go to Berk's only high school; Flickerstar High. I dunno who named it, but I couldn't care less. Berk is a really small town, down in Florida. Not many residents and its pretty plain. I've lived here my whole life.
A few months ago, we got a new kid from somewhere up north – Montana, I think - named Hiccup Haddock. We all teased him relentlessly, but I kinda ignored him. He was really quiet outside of class, and stays to himself. He's always drawing in this little notebook of his, but he is the smartest kid in school.
Back to the present, I woke up this morning to my alarm clock going off. I turned it off, and was up and dressed within moments. I looked over at the vase on my windowsill. The roses sat there, standing bright and proud. I ran downstairs, and grabbed a bagel. I spread some nutella and peanut butter on it, and walked out the door, calling, "Bye mom, bye dad!"
I jogged over to my bus stop and took a bite out of my bagel. I sat down on the curb, and watched everyone else show up. My friend Ashton – We call her Ruffnut – plopped down next to me. Her brother Scott, also known as Tuffnut, was talking with Blake. We call him Snotlout. Fredrick was standing nervously at the edge.
"Fishlegs, get over here!" Snotlout called, and he scurried over. I smiled, and silently offered Tuffnut some of my bagel. Hiccup showed up, writing in his little book. Snotlout stalked over to him. The two are cousins, and Snotlout only saw him during family reunions.
"What's in that little book of yours, twerp?" Snotlout mocked. Hiccup looked up, and snapped his book shut. He fumbled trying to get his backpack open.
"Nothing," He mumbled. Snotlout snickered and ripped the book out of Hiccup's hands. Hiccup dropped his backpack and lunged for the book. "No!"
"What's this, Hiccup?" Snotlout caught Hiccup, and pushed him backwards onto his butt. He scrambled up and went for his book again. Tuffnut and Ruffnut were chanting, "Fight, fight!" over and over, while Fishlegs stayed out of it. I watched calmly.
Hiccup kicked Snotlout in the shin, and he dropped the book. Snotlout screeched, hopping around on one leg.
I got to the book before Hiccup. He staggered backwards, and I looked at him. His forest eyes were big, and he was blushing. "Astrid! Please, give it back!" He begged. Hiccup went for it again, and I turned, tossing it over my shoulder. I glanced over my shoulder at him. He was picking up his stuff, and I felt a pang of pity.
The bus rolled up and I picked up my bag. I strode onto the bus, and went to the back. I crashed into the one person seat, and Ruffnut dropped her stuff in the one opposite of me. We were talking for a while when a song I adored came on the radios.
I opened my mouth to start singing but someone else beat me to it. I stood up – the bus driver couldn't care less if I did – and Ruffnut peered down the aisle. The voice was coming from farther up front.
"You seem quite nice for a girl with good looks. And I'm the kinda fellow that'll make you feel better when your life gets shook, so give it a chance according to your plans. I bet I'm not number one on your list to kiss, but please understand."
Whoever was singing matched up to the voice almost perfectly. The guy stopped singing, as the bus fell silent. It was soon filled up with chatter.
"Whoa, did you hear that?" Ruffnut gushed. I was grinning, "He sounded almost exactly like the singer!" I laughed.
It's really funny how fast this kind of stuff spreads. Everyone in school was gushing about the guy on the bus, making assumptions about who he was and what he looked like. All the girls in the locker room were squealing.
"Astrid, you're on this guy's bus, right?" I looked at a girl with long black hair, up in a ponytail. I rolled my eyes and finished putting on my gym clothes.
"Well, yeah." I said. "But I didn't know who it was." Heather looked disappointed, and I left the locker room.
I strode in, and sat down on the bleachers. Hiccup was sitting cross-legged in the corner, hands twitching.
"Oh, did you hear?" Hiccup looked over at us as Heather spoke. I raised an eyebrow.
"Hear about what?" I questioned, leaning my head in my hands.
"The Silver Dragon Dancer, down at the club!" She exclaimed. The girls surrounding us squealed. I blinked, probably wearing a blank face.
"… Silver Dragon Dancer…?" I asked.
Hiccup looked away and he said, "He's a new dancer in that teens club a few blocks away from town." He said. "He wears a black hoodie that has little additions that make him look like he's wearing dragon hide, and he has these little silver scales that cover his arms and the fake ear plates on his hood." We all stared at him until he stared to look uncomfortable. "Um, please.. Stop staring at me." He said quietly and moved to the other side of the bleachers, where it was less crowded.
I turned to Heather. "It being Friday, I think I want to come. Think you guys can take me?" She and I got along just fine, after a little skirmish we had a few years back. Heather grinned and nodded.
"I think that can be arranged." Heather said happily.
"Seven?" I asked.
"Yep."
I'll probably update this later today if I can. I had this idea in my mind – and yes, the Silver Dragon Dancer and the Roses are related, just to elt you know. I plan to have some more chapters up before the end of the week!