Hey guys! Um, this is my first FanFiction stor, and i decided to do it based on My Candy Love. so here i am, haha. let me know what you think.
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The rain drums against the windows of my little apartment as my alarm goes off, playing Call Me Maybe very loudly. I hit the off button and tiptoe to the bathroom. After starting a shower, I begin to slip out of my pajamas. I shiver at the sight of my scar, a long, jagged, white scar that begins at my shoulder blade and ends at the curve of my wrist. Tears fill my eyes as the terrible memories come flooding back, one trickling down my cheek, despite my effort. Delle. Bright, bubbly, beautiful. Seven years old. Dead. Stella, I scold myself. We've been through this. She's gone. I sigh inwardly as I step into the shower, the warm water cascading over my shoulders and flowing down my back, instantly soaking my hair. I later myself with a lemony body wash and scrub my hair with strawberry shampoo. I turn the towel off and grab my towel, huddling into it, as I trudge back to my bedroom. I dig through my drawers and satisfy myself with a pair of flare jeans, a yellow tank top, and my beat up old high tops. After towel drying my mane, I begin to French braid it, my slender fingers fumbling with strands of the long red mess. All I can think about is how I used to do Delle's golden hair like this. There. At least I look decent. As I grab my messenger bag from the floor, I hear a car horn. Peeking through the blinds on my window, I smile. Lysander. There's someone else in the passenger seat, but all I can make of it is a red blur. I walk out the door, locking it, and head down the stairs towards Lysander's car, grinning like an idiot all the way. I open the back door and hop in. "Morning, Stella," Lysander smiles warmly. I wave at him and beam, then turn my attention to the red blur, which happens to be a boy with candy red hair and steely gray eyes. Lysander smacks his forehead. " I almost forgot. Stella, this is Castiel. Careful, he will bite. Castiel, Stella. Or Stellala, if you want." I glare at him. "Hi," Castiel says, a smirk set upon his gorgeous face. Wait, what? Gorgeous face? What am I thinking? "I smile at him and wave. "Are you gonna say something or just sit there?" Castiel asks. My eyes drop instantly to the ground. "Cas, Stella doesn't like to talk. She hasn't for three years," Lysander says, his voice quiet, aware of the fact that this was a touchy subject for me. He turns in his seat to face me. I can feel his mismatched eyes boring into me, so I look up with an equally mismatched gaze. "Hey. He didn't know, Stellala," he tells me. I punch him in the arm. Hard. "OW!" he hollers, and I cant help but to grin. Castiel just sits and watches us, his gray eyes taking in every bit of my weirdness. Lysander turns around and starts the car, and I smile at Castiel. As Lys hit's the gas, I swear I could see his lis tug upward, just the tiniest bit, as we set off down the road towards Sweet Amoris High.
A/N: So, yeah. that was my attempt at writing my first FanFanfiction. Let me know what you think and if I should continue.
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Stellala