Erik's First and Only Friend
(This is set in our time because I haven't the creativity to put it in early Paris. This is also my first Phantom fic, inspired by my small whims and daydreams. I don't own Erik, or any other Phantom-related people or places. Hope you enjoy it!)
The Meeting
It was the first day of highschool, and all the freshmen were unknowingly deciding their fate by way of sitting with one person rather than the other. She looked about her at the seemingly countless amount of lunch tables. This girl was not particularly pretty with her curly dark brown hair reaching to about her waist and multi-colored hazel, green, and yellow eyes darting around nervously. Her skin was rather pale, and her figure not especially attractive, but she seemed to have a good heart. She was wearing old, beaten once-white tennis shoes, jeans, and a cap-sleeved black top. Still searching for a place to sit, she noticed a boy sitting alone in the back corner of the cafeteria.
He was inconspicuously dressed in dark baggy pants and a black shirt. He looked downwards, shyly avoiding the eyes of all others of the human race. The only thing particularly remarkable about this boy was the white silk mask that covered half his face. His attempt to make himself invisible had failed, as he caught the attention of the girl. She was intrigued by the boy's deliberately chosen solitude, and decided to sit with him.
Making her way around the tables, past the cheerleaders, past the jocks, past the geeks and past the goths and even past the group of girls from her old school, she reached the small table in the back.
"Hey." she said, timidly clutching the recycled paper lunch tray near her chest. He didn't look up.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" she asked, tentatively. He made a slight, indifferent movement with his hand, his face still pointed down.
Still feeling rather awkward, she placed her lunch tray on the table and slid into the chair next to the mysterious boy. Not able to think of anything to talk about, she turned to her pile of mush that had been served to her for the understandable price of $1.75. She picked at her food with little interest, often glancing at her silent companion. Several minutes passed, as the two sat in silence. Finally, resolving to make some use of her visit to this strange boy, she asked the single necessary question.
"What's your name?" He glanced up at her. He turned his head for a moment before looking down again, giving her a glimpse of dark, cryptic eyes.
"Erik." answered the boy. His voice was soft, melodic, and enchanting, and made her wonder why he spoke so little. "What's yours?"
She paused for a moment, still rather enraptured by his voice. "Myra."
"Myra." He repeated her name, like it was a precious gem. She glanced around desperately for some way to continue the conversation, feeling she had to continue before her mysterious companion once again fell silent. She wanted to hear his voice again.
"So, do you like music?" At this, he sat up and turned his head to face her fully. This time he did not look back down shamefully.
"Yes." he answered, almost smiling. "I like music a lot."