BlackLynx17: So no one gets confused while they read this, I actually wrote this before I wrote skater boy. You see this was meant to be a quick one-shot between Wendy, a normal girl, and Mest, a skater boy, but I kept writing and writing until it became a quick little story, about 4 to 5 chapters max. When I realized I wanted to write more I told myself to just write the skater boy fanfiction I've been planning to write for like years now, but I changed the couple to NaLu because originally it was going to be them. I still kept this though and wrote out a little happy ending. I hope you enjoy it.

"Excuse me sir, but I think you dropped this."

Mest blinked and glared at the voice that just dared to speak to him; biting his cigarette as smoke came from out of his nose. His expression softened a little when he saw this cute looking girl standing next to him, an innocent expression on her face as she was generally concerned that the man had dropped something important. She didn't realized that what he had dropped was actually tossed and what he had tossed was actually an old cigarette carton that he had no intention of of throwing away in the trash.

Mest, on the other hand, was surprised, extremely surprised. Did this girl... did she not see him right now? Was she not... scared of him right now? Who just walks up and starts randomly talking to a guy like him? She must have been blind... if she was though then she wouldn't have notice him litter.

Here Mest was, sitting down on a park bench smoking a cigarette, dressed up in all black looking like a real punk rocker as his feet were resting on his skateboard. His hair was long and spiky, covering up his eyes, but not long enough to cover up his ugly scar on the side of his face that would immediately make anybody flinch away from him. If the scar and the clothes weren't enough, maybe the tattoo showing on his shoulder would finally give the hint that he was the type of person who people should not fuck with... and yet this girl was just talking to him.

She looked a few years younger than him, a sweet and innocent smile on her face. She was dressed from head to toe in pink and frills, lace and bows on her dress and decorating her hair. She looked like the complete opposite from him; a rich girl talking to a poor skater boy. She obviously didn't see it that way though or else what would she be doing here right now?

"Wendy? Oh Wendy? Wendy! Get over here this instant!"

The girl's head turned around, her hair moving past his face making him smell berries and honey. Mest looked past her and saw what must have been the girl's mother, yelling at her to get over here. She probably saw him standing next to her and instantly freaked out. The little girl, Wendy her name was, bent down and picked up his trashed cigarette carton, leaning back up as she held it out for him.

"Here you go sir." She said sweetly.

Mest snorted, snatching it away from her, "I'm not an old man."

He left after that, skating away, not for a second looking back to see if the girl was watching him or not. What did he care? He didn't know her, and if he hadn't had baled her overprotective mother surely would have chewed his ear out about smoking in front of her. What did he honestly care for though? Fuck life; Mest didn't give a shit about all of that.

"Ah, fuck," Mest moaned, finding himself in that same park as before.

This time he was upside down on a small hill, trying to do a grind but failed miserably. His friends had laughed and skated on without him, fuckers, leaving Mest stuck here as he tried to get his head straight. His vision was splitting so he didn't think he was straight just yet.

"Excuse me si- oh, sorry. You aren't an old man, are you?" A light voice says in the background.

Mest leaned up and he saw that prissy stuck-up looking girl standing on the sidewalk where he fell, holding his skateboard in her hands as she stared at him worriedly. It had been how long?... A week? Two? Mest couldn't remember, but it had been a while. Today she was wearing a soft green sundress, these cute blue flower patterns on it. It was an improvement from all the frills she was wearing last time. Her hair was in these two strange high ponytails on the side of her head; it didn't suit her at all.

"You're right, not an old man." Mest told her before lying back down in the grass.

"I don't know your name, so what should I call you... Mister?" She asked.

Mest sighed out loud and dramatically, trying to see if she'd get the picture and leave him alone. He still felt her staring at him though and didn't hear her move at all, so he finally answered her.

"Call me Mest."

"Mest then, are you alright? You've been lying down on the ground for a while now."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just leave my shit and get the hell away from me now." Mest snapped at her.

She didn't leave though, no, this idiotic girl actually started walking towards him. Mest's eyes turned to look at her; she was frowning as she sat down on the grass in her pretty dress and placed his skateboard beside her. Without saying another word she started digging in her cute purse in shape of a kitty cat. Mest wanted to hurl staring at her; just straight up barf at her image. Wendy pulled out a pink and frilly handkerchief and placed it against his head.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"You're bleeding; if I don't do anything you'll bleed out and die on the ground here and that would make me sad."

Was... was she being serious? Mest just laid there as she continued to pat his head, wiping the blood off. She pulled the handkerchief away from his face and pulled out a bandage; he allowed her to place it on his head. She patted it gently and started smiling at him. Mest simply blinked and finally felt well enough to lean up; he sat in an upward position like she was doing and started running his fingers through his hair.

"What's your name?" Mest asked, although he remembered it had been-

"Wendy, Wendy Marvell."

"What grade are you in Wendy?"

Wendy blinked and tilted her head, " seventh."

So he was two years older than her... not that it mattered much. She was surprisingly short for her age though. Mest took a breath and stood up, hovering over her as he bent down to pick up his skateboard.

"Well then Wendy Marvell, I hope you aren't expecting a thank you from me."

"Why wouldn't I? Did you parents not teach you to say thank you after someone helps?"

Mest blinked... wanting to hit the girl. Who the fuck was she teaching him about manners? Her expression though and her voice, she didn't mean it in a condescending way. She meant it as in a, oh you really didn't know way. Mest let it slide as he started heading back up the hill.

"Be careful Mest!" She called out to him as he skated away.

Mest snorted and rolled his eyes; like he needed a little girl like her worrying over him.

He should just never go to this park again, ever. He doesn't know why he finds himself coming back. Oh yeah, that's right, because his idiotic friends like skating through here. He wasn't with any of them though right now, but instead by himself taking a quick smoke break as he stared at the water fountain. His legs were stretched out in people's way, not that he cared at all, his skateboard taking up the rest of the bench so no one else could sit next to him, not that anyone would want too.

He hoped to God that he wouldn't see her today; Mest had a bone to pick with her. It was only later when he got home after partying with his friends did he realize the fucking bandage she put on his forehead, a fucking kitty cat pattern one. No wonder his friends were all laughing their asses off at him.

"Mest."

Speak of the devil; Doranbolt glared as he turned his head to where the voice came. His eyes softened and blinked though as he spotted Wendy, not in her usual fluff and cuteness though, but actually in a school uniform and everything carrying the standard bag. Mest recognized the uniform, a dark blue blazer with red pants, or skirt in her case; he went to the same middle school when he was her age.

"Hello." She smiled at him, completely ignoring his skateboard as she flipped it over and went to sit down on it.

She started rolling side to side on the bench, hitting Mest sometimes in the hips, so he reached out and stopped her.

"Go away." He growled.

"I'm doing just fine, thanks for asking. Just got out of school and was walking home. What about you? Do you go to school? I don't recognize that uniform... if it is a uniform... it looks nice though," Wendy made small talk, complimenting the camouflage pants and pitch blank tank top he was wearing, showing off the scars he got two nights ago from a street brawl and his tattoo.

"Do you not understand English girl? Why are you talking to me right now?"

"Well why not?" Wendy asked, tilting her head at him.

He glared, "look at yourself and then look at me and tell me what you don't see."

Wendy looked down at herself then looked over at Mest, just like he instructed. "I don't see a reason why I can't talk to you."

"You're a fucking idiot, I want you to know that." He told her taking a drag from his cigarette.

She coughed slightly when the smoke blew in front of her and Mest put it out, not because of her though! But because he was tired of smoking.

"So Mest, go to school?"

She started sliding on his skateboard and he just honestly stopped caring, letting her hit him as much as she wanted.

"No."

"Oh, is that fun? My school isn't fun, well sometimes its fun, but sometimes people are mean so it isn't." She pouted.

Mest snorted, mean? People at his school were fucking animals along with everyone else that looked at him wrong. If she was having a tough time now in middle school there was no way she would survive his life in high school.

"You don't say," Mest said in a tone that said he could care less.

"Yeah, but recently it's gotten better. Just recently too, like when I first ran into you. You were like my lucky charm Mest," she started giggling.

Well that was the first time anybody has ever called him a lucky charm. Mest stood up from the bench, planning on leaving now. Wendy hadn't expected that and moved the skateboard, planning on just running into him again. With nothing to stop her though she ended up falling off of the skateboard and onto the ground. Mest eyes widened slightly as he saw her fall, an amusing smile on his face as he heard her groan.

"Ouch."

"Told you to get off." He chuckled reaching for his board.

Wendy helped herself up and rubbed her bottom, "that hurt, I should have listened to you."

"I'm leaving kid."

"Alright, bye Mest. See you again soon." She smiled and waved.

Not very likely... who was he kidding though. There was no chance Mest was just going to stop coming to a park only because of one annoying little girl who would not leave him alone.

He was simply cruising along the park, doing small tricks here and there as he waited for his gang to show up. He hadn't seen her the past few days he visited, not that he was looking for her! He was just... cruising. Simply cruising.

"Go away!"

Now that was a familiar voice. Mest stopped his skateboard and looked around, seeing the cute and innocent looking girl in her school uniform speed walking through the park. There were other students, boys in her same uniform, walking behind her and laughing as they threw things at her.

What the fuck?

Mest got back on his board and started skating over there, coming up right behind the little fuckers and yelling in their ears.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!"

The three little boys looked like they crapped themselves, pushing each other out of the way as they all started running for the hills. Wendy stopped walking and turned around, her eyes widened when she saw Doranbolt standing there. There were slight tears in her eyes and she sniffed, squeezing her skirt as she tried to calm herself.

"Th-th-thank you, Me-Mest," she whimpered lightly.

Mest frowned staring at her; she looked so weak right now and sounded utterly pathetic. He skated over to her and stopped right in front, grabbing her cheeks and pinching them, moving them around so he tears would stop.

"Ow! That hurts! Stop it!" She pouted slapping his hands away.

"So you can fight back; why the fuck were those boys bothering you?"

Wendy frowned, staring at her shoes. "They don't like me very much."

"Fuck them, why?"

"They say my hair in funny and call me short... fuckers." Wendy whispered and then squeaked as she realized what she just said.

Mest grinned, knowing that must have been from his influence on her. He stared at her dark blue hair, it down completely down and plain, his favorite style so far, and shrugged.

"I don't see what's wrong with your hair, and yeah you're short, but so are they... fuckers." Mest grinned at her.

Wendy started giggling and Mest reached out to pat her head, a sort of comforting for her.

"Next time they try and come at you fight back, you hear me?"

"But my mom says its not nice to hurt other pe-"

"I don't care, you punch them right in their jaws and tell them to fuck off and die."

Wendy nodded her head and smiled, "thanks Mest."

He shrugged, "not like I had anything better to do."

"Oh, really? Because if that's the case I want to repay you for helping me. Did you want to go get a crepe?"

Was she really blind? Look at the fuck he is, look at him! Look at his image! Did he look like the type of guy who enjoyed fucking crepes?! Wendy wasn't a mind reader though and started digging in her bag.

"I have a two for one coupon and it expires today; I've been trying to see you for a while but haven't caught you, now that I have though... do you?" She asked, a bright and small smile on her face.

Mest blinked and stared at her. Without a word he picked up his board and motioned with his head for her to lead the way. His friends were all pricks and if it wasn't for the fact that he was starving right now, there would be no way he'd be going to eat a fucking 'crepe' with little miss princess over here.

That was his excuse and he was sticking with it.