Me-Heyo and welcome to Waiting for Superman! Yes, Counting Stars is over, but you can enjoy this one, too! This story is quite similar to Counting Stars, but it is also different. This is the summary:

Summary: Ciel had been writing letters back and forth to a pen pal ever since he was six. But, when he had turned twelve, the letters suddenly stopped. And so, he stopped sending them. Now eighteen, Ciel is considered a loner who occupies his time with studying, playing video games, and working part time at a bowling alley. One day, he stumbles into a man as he walks out of a taxi. Could this be fate? Or is it just coincidence?

Sounds Counting Stars-ish, doesn't it? Well, this is Rated T with ZERO smut. I want to take a break fron that and write something extremely fluffy (that is, until I get to my Reigisa fic). As we all know, I don't own Kuroshitsuji or anything else that may be mentioned! All I own is this fanfic.

So, please read onward and I hope you enjoy! :D

12 September 2014

To my journal,

It's me again. I haven't heard anything from Sebastian again today. It makes me sad that he hasn't sent me a reply. I wish to be able to speak to him again. You know how I've written tons of drafts in this journal. I want to be able to tell him these things, but if I do, then he won't ever reply. So, here's my next draft:

Dear Sebastian,

Hi! It's me again. Are you doing okay today? I'm sure life is hard in New England. As for me, it's just another boring day in Denver. I wish I could just

"Oh gosh! Look who's writing in their diary again!"

A twelve year old bluenette felt the brown leather journal wrenched from his hands and twin blue eyes looked to see the two bullies that always messed with him and his journal, Grell and Lau.

"Hah! Boys like you shouldn't be writing in their diaries." Grell, the redhead with long red locks and vibrant green eyes behind red glasses, said as he flipped through the pages.

"That's called gay~" Lau said, making the two cackle.

Ciel bit his lip as he stared down at his lap. He then heard a loud shout from behind them.

"Oi! Stop bullying him again!" he watched as a blonde haired boy pushed himself in between Grell and Lau and he snatched the journal out of Grell's hands. "Go pick on someone your own size." he snarled.

"Hmph! You are ABSOLUTELY no fun!" Grell snapped before stomping off with Lau following him.

The blonde sighed deeply as he closed the journal and he handed it to the bluenette.

"Here." the blonde chirped.

The bluenette rolled his eyes up at the blonde, watching him for a split second before taking the journal out of his hands. The blonde laughed.

"You just don't want to say thanks, do you?" the blonde asked.

The bluenette let out a small scoff.

"Thanks, Alois..." he mumbled in a quiet voice.

Alois smiled.

"Now, that's better!" he chirped as he sat down in the desk next to the bluenette.

"CIEL~!"

The bluenette's ears perked up at the sound of his name as he looked up and saw a girl with curly bonde hair in pigtails and emerald green eyes make her way over to him with a guy with black hair and hazel eyes behind glasses following her.

"Lizzie..." he trailed off as she approached him.

"Good morning!" she greeted as she pulled him into a tight hug.

"U-Um...good morning..." he squeaked out.

The guy with the hazel eyes snorted.

"Gosh, like she can't stop clinging onto you..." he grumbled as he grabbed her by the arm and he yanked her away from him. This made her pout.

"Claude...! You're so mean!" she whined.

The bell rang and they scurried off to their seats with Lizzie up front and Claude in front of Alois. Ciel breathed out a sigh as he took out his composition book for Math, put his journal on top of it, and he hid it as best as he could so that it would look like he was taking notes as class began.

After Ciel parted with Claude and Lizzie (he still can't see Alois as a friend even though they met two months ago) at the transport bus stop, he headed down the sidewalk to the apartment complex that was a little outside of the city.

He approached a red and cream colored apartment building complex with three floors and he went over to the mailbox. He opened the box that said 312B with a key and he opened it, peeking inside. He frowned once he saw nothing.

"Nothing, like always..." he murmured as he closed the box and he locked it with the key.

He made his way to the side entrance of the complex and he took the elevator up to the third floor. The elevator was creaky and the lights seemed to flicker every once in a while. It was almost like he was riding an elevator in a horror movie.

The elevator arrived at the third floor and he got off, taking a left and heading down the hall to the door at the very end. He unlocked it with the apartment key and he walked into the room.

The smell of apple pie instantly enveloped him as he closed the door behind him.

"Aunt An, I'm home!" he called out.

"Ah, Ciel! You're back!" Ciel made his way into the kitchen and watched as his aunt was checking something (presumably the apple pie) in the oven. "How was school?" she asked.

"Great." Ciel replied as he went over and hugged her.

"I'm glad." she let go of him as he went to go take off his shoes and leave them at the front door. "Ah, did anything come yet?" she asked.

"No." he replied.

"Ah. Well, I'm sure one letter'll come eventually. I mean, it's not like he had forgotten about you." Aunt An piped in.

"Yeah, I guess." Ciel replied as he trudged down the hall to his room.

He had been living with his aunt ever since he was five. His mom and dad have always argued with one another and one day, they decided on a divorce. They had sent Ciel to Aunt An in Denver so that they could deal with the process properly without having him involved. But, they seem to have forgotten about him.

However, Ciel didn't care. He had his aunt with him. His aunt was actually the one who got him the pen pal a year after. His first grade teacher had been worried about him, since he seemed to be upset all the time, so she got him a pen pal to talk to. After that, he was just fine. But, now it seems like he's dipping back into the slump he was in seven years ago.

He dropped his bag down on the ground by the door and he went over to the window seat, plopping down and picking up the book that he had begun to read. He opened it and sighed.

"He'll never reply, will he...?" he murmured quietly as he flipped to the page he was on and he began to read, zoning out and heading off into his own little world...

Me-Oh mur gurd, first chapter is done! I was going to have this up sooner, but then I became a HUGE Reigisa shipper like, overnight. I might end up shipping them harder than RinHaru. 0.0 Anyway, enough about that. Please review! I am motivated to write more when you do so. Plus, I love the people on Fanfiction SO much. So, please show me a little more love (oh god, that sounded creepy). If you review, you shall receive a virtual Black Butler cake!

I shall see you whenever! Bai~