For the love of all things StarKid

A StarKid fanfiction

Chapter 1

It was a bitingly cold winter Tuesday at Michigan State University. The kind of day that makes you want to curl up in a ball in front of the fire, or wear 3 scarves 4 shirts and 6 pairs of socks just so you can walk outside. I was making my way from my dorm to my theatre class with my boyfriend Sam Brindle. He was about 5'11" with short black hair, and almond brown eyes. We had been dating for 2 ½ years and he had never called me sweetie, babe, or any other nicknames couples usually give each other.

"Ann, watch where you're going!" he snapped at me.

"Oh! Sorry Sammy I was just… thinking. I'll be more careful."

"I told you not to call me that."

"Sorry."

We rounded the corner of the building and went inside. I became strangely aware of his hand resting protectively on the small of my back. He always seemed to have his hand on me, but not intimately. It seemed more like a show of ownership. As if he was showing everyone else that I was his and to back-off. It was 7:26 A.M. and class started at 7:45. There was a steady stream of students entering the class and getting situated at their desks. Most of the 53 students, including Sam, were a year or two ahead of me. I was only a freshman myself. At only 19 I was surrounded by more mature, and experienced classmates. Sam and I took a seat at two adjacent desks on the side of the room. I pulled out my books and started to work on my midterm essay that was due next week. Sam looked over at me, stood up, and walked over to a group of his friends standing in the back of the room. I sighed and returned to my essay. About ten minutes later I got the feeling of someone watching me. I glanced up from my essay and saw a boy sitting in the corner desk at the front of the room staring at me. He had brown hair that was curling around his ears and standing up sort of haphazardly on top of his head. His eyes were a watery blue-green, the color of the ocean. He was slouching in his chair, and tapping his pen on his cheek, a slight smile playing on his lips. I felt suddenly self-conscious and looked quickly down at my paper. I could feel heat rushing to my cheeks. I slanted my head at an angle where my dark brown hair fell in my face hiding my view of him. I tried to think of his name. Bryant? Brandon? No. I looked up again, and Sam was standing in front of me.

"Why are you blushing?" he asked briskly.

"I'm not. It's just… cold. That's all." I said, trying to avoid eye contact. The last thing I needed was for Sam to notice the boy and get all angry and jealous as usual. Besides, it was probably nothing to get worked up on anyway. Just a kid spacing out, who's eyes happened to fall in my direction. Nothing. The professor walked in then and started class. I tried to avoid looking at the boy during class. I zoned out on the lecture and the boy left my mind completely.

Class ended three hours later. I had Calculus to go to, and Sam had a History seminar. We hugged bye and I stood on my tiptoes to kiss him but he turned around and left. I tried not to think about it and walked out into the halls. A colorful flyer on a bulletin board caught my eye as I was walking. I walked over to it.

Team StarKid presents

A Very Potter Musical

A Harry Potter parody show made by UM theatre majors

Opening February 2009 in the west auditorium

"You like what you see?" came a voice from behind me. I jumped and turned around. It was the boy from class! He was laughing at me for jumping.

"Um… excuse me?" I said.

"I was asking if the show interested you." He said with a smile.

"Oh…, actually it does."

"Great! Brian Holden." He said extending his hand to me. "Maybe you've heard of me. I'm one of the writers of the show." I shook it.

"Annelise Sebastian. One of the potential spectators of the show" I replied.

"That's a pretty name."

"Thanks."

"How would you like to come watch rehearsal sometime?" he asked.

"Uhh…" I thought of Sam and how much he would disapprove. "I'd love too." I said returning his smile.

"Great!" he repeated "Then I'll see you Thursday at 5? We rehearse in the west auditorium. Can't wait to see you!" he said as he took off jogging down the hall. Oh crap class! I took off running the opposite direction.