Valentines Day: Kids Edition
So, there was some confusion with the names. Here they are again!
Percabeth:
Mi'Kayla- 15
Luke- 13
Annabelle- 9
Zoë- 6
Thalico:
Maria- 14
Bianca- 12
Elaine- 8
Tratie:
Zander- 14
Lola- 13
Madison- 10
Jasper:
Justin- 15
Kayla- 14
Frazel:
Sammy- 17
Emily- 13
Marie- 8
Leyna:
Esperanza- 15
Ryan- 14
Jason- 8
Drewtavian (Drew/Octavian):
Melissa- 16
Alyson- 14
Augustus- 12
Carmen- 10
Carter- 9
Clariss (Clarisse/Chris):
Andrew- 18
Bridgette- 17
Ander- 15
Wyatt- 5
There! Okay, so now, for the chapter! So, sometimes I'll do first person and other times I'll do third, because for some, I think you need the characters to tell it from their POV! Oh, and thanks to my beta(s): Tohappyformyowngood, little-fox25, and DramaQueen1649!
Disclaimer: Rick owns the original characters. I own their kids! HA!
Luke POV:
I sat at my desk, intently watching the clock. Twenty seconds, and I could make it to her locker. I could see it now. She would walk up to her locker and see the gifts I'd stored in it. She'd be so happy. And when I stepped out of the shadows, she would run and hug me and beg me to be with her.
Yes, she was the most beautiful girl Goode Middle School had ever seen. She was the girl with long, dark hair that contained natural blonde highlights. She was the girl with the beautiful blue eyes and perfect features. The girl of every guys dream. The one that every other girl wanted to be. She was, for a lack of better words, perfection on earth. Or, at least she was to me.
The bell rung. I jumped up out of my seat and dashed out of the classroom. I sprinted down the hall. I was around the corner from her locker. I peeked to see if she had made it.
Yep. There, in all her beauty, stood Alyson Tanaka (A/N: Yeah, so, I can't really find a good last name for Octavian, so let's say they stuck with Drew's name, 'kay?) with, of course, her best friends, Lola Stoll, Kayla Grace, and Maria and Bianca di Angelo. They were all laughing at something Lola had said. That's when Alyson turned and opened her locker.
Lola had her light brown hair in a braid. Her green eyes lit up as she animatedly told her friends another joke. She wore a bright green T-Shirt, blue jean capris, and green Nikes.
Kayla's blue-brown eyes were traveling around the halls, as if looking for someone. She too had brown hair, but hers was lighter than Lola's. She wore a baby blue sundress and she had slipped off her brown boots and exchanged them for a simple pair of brown sandals.
Maria's black hair, per usual, was cut in a bob. Her electric blue eyes seemed out of place, considering the way she was dressed. Maria looked like she was going to a rock concert, not leaving school. She wore a sleeveless KISS shirt, black pre-ripped jeans, knee-high black boots, and a leather jacket with diamond studs on the sleeves.
Bianca, Maria's little sister and the runt of Alyson's group, had black hair like Maria's, only Bianca's sat on her shoulders. She had brown eyes just like her dad. Today she wore a white tank top, green hoodie, faded pre-ripped jeans, brown flats, a black lightning bolt chain, and her silver charm bracelet.
Alyson, beautiful as ever, was sporting a purple tracksuit with a gold trim, as if she were going for a jog. She sported Jordans and a simple gold bracelet. Her hair was up in a ponytail.
Here goes nothing I thought as I walked out of the shadows. She pulled out pulled out the bouquet of pink roses and the letter. I stopped a few lockers down to here what the girls were saying. I stayed in the shadows, because our families were very close, and I really didn't need my friends thinking I was some creepy stalker.
"Oh, what's that, Alyson? Another love note from some secret admirer?" Maria teased.
"Whatever, di Angelo," Alyson said, shoving the note in her backpack.
"Wait! Aren't you going to read it to us, Ally? We're curious. What do these lovesick boys write to you?" Bianca said, pulling the note back out.
"It's nothing, little di Angelo. Probably some guy who's been watching my every move," Alyson said, snatching the note back.
"Aw, is Ally too chicken to read her littler love note in front of her friends?" Lola teased.
"Come off her, guys. If she doesn't-" Kayla started, but was cut off when Alyson said, "Nah, it's cool, Kayla. I'll read it."
She unfolded the note and began to read.
"Dearest Alyson, you are the most beautiful girl to walk the Earth. You are simply flawless. I knew I was in love with you from the moment we met. I couldn't take my eyes off you. Even if I could, when I closed them, I would dream of you. You are the sunshine in my life. Alyson, I love you. I adore you. Yours in demi-godness, your future boyfriend." Alyson stood, looking at the note.
At the same time, Lola started giggling. Soon the other girls joined in, until Alyson was the only one not laughing.
"Hey, Alyson, what's wrong? Did you actually like that stupid note?" Lola asked.
"Guys, I think this is from-" she started, but was cut off by a voice behind her.
"Me," the voice said.
Alyson whirled around. She stood face-to-face with Ander Rodriguez.
"Ander, you- you wrote this?" Alyson seemed genuinely confused. Of course she was. Ander was a grandson of Ares and Hermes. Not the deepest or most intellectual gods around.
"Surprised, sweetheart? Yeah, well, I'm not all weapons and pranks. So, how about you and me go catch a movie?" Ander said.
Alyson blushed a deep crimson.
"Sure, Ander. See you guys later," she told her friends.
"Bye, you too. Treat her well, Ander, or I'll send you to my granddad…the hard way," Maria shouted behind them.
I can't believe it. He- he walked up, he said he wrote the letter, and he just walked out with the most beautiful girl in school.
My eyes stung. I won't cry. I can't look like a loser I chanted to myself, but I knew I couldn't do it. I couldn't hold my head up while I just watched the girl I loved walk off with another guy.
I ran. I sprinted past Lola, Kayla, Maria, and Bianca. I raced to the one place I could clear my head. The Garden.
The Garden was the school's failed attempt at a roof top garden. They had meant to put lots of tulips and roses, but some idiot had brought some type of vine instead. It coiled around the rooftop, budding the occasional small, pink flower. The vines had wrapped around the natural canopy. A line of wooden benches sat under the canopy. All in all, it was beautiful.
The sky was a beautiful bright blue. Fluffy white clouds were scattered around the sky, and birds flew overhead. The city was alive and beautiful. Nothing should be beautiful as long as I didn't have Alyson (A/N: Remind you of anyone?) as a girlfriend.
But why would Alyson want me? I was tall, at least by seventh grade standards. I had unruly blonde hair and intelligent grey eyes behind rectangular wire rimmed glasses. I usually wore graphic tees and jeans. I carried a huge backpack. I was, in modern terms, a geek.
"Why do you look so down?" a voiced asked.
"Hi, Emily," I said, not bothering to turn around. Emily and I were the only two who ever came up here.
"Aw, come on, Luke. What is it?" Emily took a seat next to Luke.
"Just…horrible valentines day. A sad, sad, suck-ish Valentines Day. An awful, awful, stupid-" I started, but Emily held up her hand.
"I get it, I get it, Luke. No need to make me depressed, too."
"I'm sorry. I learned the hard way: crushing on older chicks is not worth getting your heat broken," I turned to look at Emily.
She was pretty, but she wasn't Alyson. She had curly long black hair, soft, golden eyes, and creamy skin. She always smiled, but she was shy, if you didn't know her. She wore a simple white dress and flats to match. She looked like a goddess. Whoa, I thought. This is just a sign that I'm going crazy from not getting Alyson.
"Luke, it's okay. She just a girl. We're friends, but she can be really stuck up. Sometimes."
"She's not stuck up. She's just…" I couldn't think of a word to describe her.
"Perfect? Remember, Luke. Real girls aren't perfect, and perfect girls aren't real." Emily picked up a flower from the ground. She sniffed it and smiled.
"That's the thing, Emmy. She's perfect and she's real." I sighed dreamily.
Emily frowned. She sat her flower back down and gently turned me towards her. She shook her head.
"Luke, you haven't talked to Alyson like I have. I'm her… I'm like her 5th shoulder to cry on. You don't know the secrets she's-" Emily said, but I cut her off.
"What secrets? What super bad secrets is she keeping, huh? Since you're such an expert." I don't know why I was mad at Emily. We were best friends. We knew everything about each other. Or, so I thought.
"Look, Luke, I can't tell you. I'm sworn to secrecy. But don't be angry with me. I'm not the one who is fawning over another girl when a perfectly good one is sitting right her in front of you!" Emily started to raise her- Wait, did she just say…
"What did you…?" I asked, my voice trailing off. I knew I was blushing.
Emily's cheeks flushed.
"I- I don't know. I just- I really- I- I- I," Emily stuttered, looking flustered.
"Is it true? Do you- Do you, you know, like me?" I asked. I couldn't believe it.
"I don't know, Luke. I just don't know. Can't you understand that?" Emily usually got frustrated when she was embarrassed. It was in her nature to yell when she was in a tight spot.
"Whoa, it's- it's cool. No pro- problem. I love your eyes," I blurted out.
Emily's face was a rosy pink.
"Really? I love your eyes."
"Hey, uh, Emily. Ireallyreallylikeyouandwaswo nderingifyouwanttogoonadatew ithme," I basically barfed the words up.
"What…- Of course. I'd love that."
I grabbed her hand and her face became the color of a freshly painted fire truck.
Man, I thought as we walked down from the roof, life is good!
So, I think that was pretty good! Did you like? Did you love? Yeah, I knew you would! R & R!
