Hello everyone. My name is IfWritersCouldSpeak, and I am new to Fanfiction. I have loved and adored this site for years, so I finally decided to get an account. My writing is not as wonderful as some others on here such as DOW or pf98, so if I do not live up to your expectations, I apologize. If I get enough people to like this, I will continue. It can be seen as a one-shot or a multi depending, on the response. I do not appreciate negative comments so, that is a no no. I also apologize if the spacing comes out incorrect, this is my first story.

In this story, the characters may differ from their on-screen personalities. This was to make the story different, but I understand if you decide not to read it based on character content. This is my very first story so please be nice, and I hope you enjoy!

What if this was different? A good different. Like say the leaves changing color, or the sun waking up from its darkest moments?

What if we could act like we really loved each other, not some insane prophecy about our future from an idiotic matchmaker?

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I was about to find out.

It was a Tuesday. I woke to fresh flowers and birds singing in the morning with a smile on my face. Our farm in Ohio stretched for a while but unlike the myths it did end.

I just never knew where.

I was homeschooled; at age five until age ten. My mother had… passed, and my father fell into depression that caused his death. Not a good five years of my life.

My Gran was taking care of me, up until I was fourteen, where she got cancer. In Ohio, many get this sickness, and treatment got expensive. It was a hundred thousand for the first year.

I started to take care of the farm, and did chores for others. I was seen as a good kid by everyone, except for the boys at school, who considered me… another way.

I was on the verge of depression when the world spun out of control even faster. My Gran had a month to live and she was ready to die. I had the pills in my hand once; it was too hard to put down.

This is what dad felt, I thought back then. The white pills were mocking me, daring me take one. I thought that it would be less painful, freer to let my pain go. I was right, and I knew it. But it didn't help the fact that my dad was strong enough to put down the teasing medicine. But he still died. Who cares which way it was?

But I did. I put them back and got to work on the farm.

Gran's month was up in the blink of an eye. "Get out of here," were her last words, "Leave. Go somewhere else. Britain." Her eyes began to glaze over, "Britain was nice." And the hand holding mine went limp.

I was leaving today. My aunt in Wyoming moved to Ohio last week, and promised to take care of the farm. I was finally able to escape and fulfill my Gran's last wishes.

When it came in the mail yesterday, I thought it was a hoax. But my Gran had applied me to a boarding school, and I had gotten in on a scholarship. Music was a passion of mine, but all the harmonies and melodies faded away, when my parents left. So I went into science. I thought if I could find a way to get cures for the injured, kids wouldn't have to survive the faith that my parents had. Better medications for depression, cancer cures… gun shot wounds.

It was all going to come to me, in a matter of time.

"You have arrived at your destination," rang a robotic voice through the GPS. The driver grunted. It was a woman in her late 40's, who thought that the device was a total waste of cash. It took her ten minutes (TEN MINUTES!) to get the address in. She claimed it was eyesight, but I knew that she wished they had stuck to a map.

"Could you just drop me here?" I asked politely, "I don't really know where to go, so I'll just go ask." She grunted again, and got out of the car to unload my luggage. I stepped out, and I admired the school. It was big, bigger than the brochure claimed it to be, but I went with it.

The driver annoyingly stuck out of her hand, and I mentally rolled my eyes as I pulled out a 20 pound. She huffed at the crumpled bill, and drove away. I pulled my eyes away as she peeled out of the gates.

I walked towards two double doors, in the middle building. A plucked a map from my folder and I began to read it.

"If the Main Office is North then I would have to go straight, and my dorm advisor would be at the house, so I could talk to her-"

I didn't even look up until she yelled, "Fabes!"

Too late. The teenage boy knocked into me as I sprawled onto the ground. A heavy weight was on top of me, as papers flew around. It all turned to slow motion though when I saw his eyes.

They were blue, not light or dark, or even sea green they were blue. My new favorite color.

"S-Sorry," he stammered. But he didn't get up. Instead he continued to stare back into my eyes as well.

"Fabian!" a voice snapped.

"Sorry!" This time he stood up, and brushed himself off lightly before extending a hand to me. I graciously took it and pulled myself up. I crouched though to pick up his books and stack them in a pile. I then went to get my own papers, half of which Fabian was returning to me. "Thank you," I repeated. It sounded much lamer than it did in my head, so I was flushed.

"New?" he questioned.

"Yes. I'm Nina," I held my hand for a shake.

"Fabian," he responded. I quickly turned to the two girls beside him who both had their hands over their chests. I did not want more people see me get lost in his fabulous shade of blue eyes.

"I'm-" I began.

"Fabian can we go? We will be late to class," one girl stated simply. She seemed sweet but I guess her and Fabian were a thing so she was a little defensive. She had hair the color of mud, but I could see some milk chocolate highlights. She had warm brown eyes, and wore a cheerleading uniform. She seemed brilliant, besides that factor her look was smug. The girl next to her, her best friend it seemed, was identical. She also had brown eyes and the smug look, and her uniform

radiated popular.

"Sure, Mara," he replied. The trio began to walk.

"Before you go!" I yelled. I got their attention, and they turned. "Is this the main office?"

"Yeah," Mara stated. "Through the double doors, to the left."

"Thank you!" I yelled, as they walked away.

I took a deep breath and headed through the double doors, only to be stopped by an unfamiliar person.

"Do you believe in aliens?" he asked. The boy had on a uniform like the rest of the student body, minus the athletes. He wore his tie loosely, and his blazer had disappeared. He had light brown skin with dark curls on top of his head.

"Um… kind of. I mean where else do the people who fall of the earth go," I said sarcastically. Then, I whispered, "They're taken hostage."

The boy had a terrified look on his face before calling over another boy. "Jerome!"

Jerome walked over, hair gel making his dark blond hair stick up in unique places. He was at least 5' 11", making me feel like a shadow in his path. "Yeah, Alfonso?"

"She believes in aliens!" the boy yelled. Few turned to stare. I blushed and tucked some hair behind my ear.

"I was just kidding! I don't really know," I disagreed.

The blonde was laughing at the broken boy's face. "Oh, don't worry Alfie, some day you'll find someone who believes you." Jerome slung an arm over his friends' shoulders. "You know, this little boy wrote a letter to NASA, saying that aliens existed. They sent him back a letter there was no such thing. He was broken-hearted for weeks."

Alfie didn't laugh. "Yeah, well, wait 'till I prove it!" he screeched in the British accent everyone in the school possessed, except me. "Let's see you laugh then!"

Jerome and Alfie walked away, and I headed to the Main Office. If this was the first day…

I nearly missed them. One was in a cheerleading uniform and the other wore black… everything. The girl in the uniform had pin-straight blonde hair that reached across her back. The angel in black wore glasses that were black as well. She wore a leather jacket, and hung it tightly around her body. "Why do we even have to do the Einstein theory of relativity when the answer should revolve around Newton's Laws of Motion? His first law already defines the statement an-"

"Hello!" The blonde rung out, cutting her friends sentence short. The girl in black frowned, before she accepted it and turned to me.

I was just about to enter the office when she called me. "Hello."

"Are you new?" the cheerleader asked, and I shook my head.

"I'm Amber," she declared.

"Patricia," the other girl waved.

"Nice to meet you," I replied. I opened the door, when I heard, "What's your name?"

I poked my head out one more time, "Nina."

I apologize if that did not live up to your expectations, very sorry. If you enjoyed or have any suggestions please, feel free to review. I appreciate the fact that you read it in general.

Hope to see you soon!

IfWritersCouldSpeak