Here's a new chapter, just as Valentine's day is coming up , so he's is one where Chandler and Linka are in first grade... enjoy! Reviews and follows are welcome. I like doing these little one shots for this coupling.
Mrs. Walker, the first-grade teacher, handed out papers to her class of mostly bored kids who wanted the final bell to ring to get home. Chandler looked at the sheet, and the red-headed six-year-old saw the message on top: First-Grade Valentine's Day Party. With little red and pink hearts on the side.
"Now, class, we are having a Valentine's Day Party," the teacher said, "So if there's anything you can bring, please tell me, tomorrow, the list has suggestions."
Girl Jordan raised her hand in urgent measure.
"Yes, Girl Jordan," the teacher called.
"What happens if two people pick the same thing?" She asked.
"Good question, well, think up three things you'd like to bring, just in case, then I'll find a way to figure it out in class tomorrow," Mrs. Walker explained.
At home, Chandler showed his mother the paper.
"I want to bring cupcakes, but Mrs. Walker said I had to pick, one, two, other thing things, just in case," he said.
"Good, I can do almost anything on this list; we'll be alright," she said, "Oh, it says here, you can make a Valentine's box, to put your Valentine's cards inside."
Chandler rolled his eyes and sighed.
"It's not like I'm going to get anything," he said.
"Now, that's not true; you are wonderful and such a friendly kid," she said.
"Yeah, I guess so, but I'm going to have to make Valentine am I?" He questioned.
"I'll get some, maybe those with the little candies on them," she replied.
The next day, in class, Mrs. Walker had the names of items on the list written on the dry-erase board.
"Who wants to bring cupcakes?" she asked.
Chandler knew he had to be quick, but then he noticed with his right hand up; that there was someone else with their hand up, a white-haired girl that sat a few rows down.
"Linka Loud and Chandler McCann, another tie," Mrs. Walker said.
"My Dad said he could make cupcakes; he really likes to bake," Linka replied.
There was something about her that Chandler couldn't figure out; she didn't make him feel the same way other girls did. She seemed sweet, even though he didn't talk to her. Linka stood out with her white hair; she had it in two pigtails; each day, she would put different colored scrunchies in her hair to make the pigtails. Chandler wasn't sure why he noticed that, but he did, and this day they were green.
"Linka can bring in cupcakes, Mrs. Walker," Chandler replied.
"Really?" The teacher asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"Okay, and for that Chandler, how about you get a free pick?" she asked.
"Really, I get that for being nice?" he thought.
"Okay, My Mom said we could bring in drinks," he answered.
"Good, I'll put you down for that," she replied.
The young boy looked over at Linka, who was more focused on her book than the other kids answering for what they were bringing. He smiled and turned his head back to his desk before anyone thought he was smiling at a girl.
Later at Recess, he was waiting to play four-square in a line. In front of him, Lance, one of his friends, turned around to talk to him.
"It's going to be a while," he said.
"I figured," Chandler replied.
"Honestly, it just would be better to do something else, instead of wasting precious recess time doing this," the boy said.
"I've wanted to play for a while," Chandler replied.
"Oh well, I guess I'll stay in line," Lance moaned, "Hey, I wonder why you gave up so quickly; I like your mom's cupcakes." "I...well...I wanted to be nice," Chandler said.
"How long have we known each other?" Lance asked.
"Uh, a few months," Chandler answered.
"Yes, and you usually don't give up that quickly; look, we're waiting in a line, waisting the few years of recess we have," Lance replied.
"I'd rather bring drinks anyway," Chandler replied.
"I think you like that Linka girl," Lance said.
The red-headed boy squirmed maybe Lance was right, but that didn't mean he wanted him to be correct, nor did he want to reveal that he may have liked the white-haired girl.
"That's...not...true; I wasn't even thinking about Lana or whatever her name is," he replied.
"Guess, you're right," Lance said, "Hey! Look, she's over there!"
Chandler turned his head to where his friend was pointing, but she wasn't there.
"Ha, ha, ha, got you!" Lance laughed.
Chandler scowled and would have stormed off if he wasn't so willing to play four-square.
"If we're going to be best friends, I won't make fun of you if you like a girl," Lance said.
"There's something you want, isn't there?" Chandler asked.
"No, I realized; you are my only friend so far, and I don't want to mess that up."
It wasn't like Chandler was sure that he was paying so much attention to the white-haired girl. He hadn't even talked to her once. He didn't even know why even think about her over any other girl?
"Chandler!" Lance called.
"Huh?" he asked.
"What are you doing?" Lance asked.
"Waiting in line for the..." Chandler stopped and looked around and noticed everyone going inside, "Recess is over, isn't it?"
Lance nodded.
After school, Chandler waited outside the school for his mother to pick him up. The February wind blew lightly but bitterly, making his face slightly red. In the distance, he saw the white-haired girl standing there waiting for her ride. The same wind that was cold and making his face red was moving her skirt slightly.
"That girl," he thought, "Why do I notice her more than any other girl?"
A large van pulled up; it was old, green, and big. Chandler saw a woman driving it, a few boys sitting in the back seat. Another boy wearing red ran up to the van as well.
"That must be her brother," Chandler thought, "She has a few of them."
At home, Chandler made an old shoebox into a Valentines' box, wrapped in red paper with a hole cut in a rectangle shape on top. He looked through the Valentine's his mother bought, she recommended that he make one for everyone in his class. There was a class list on the table to help him spell the names correctly. Linka's name came up.
"I can't give her any of these," he thought.
"Mom?" he called.
"Yes?"
"I want to make a couple of the ones myself."
"Hmm, why?"
"Well, Lance is my best friend, and he needs something special."
The woman smiled and ruffled her son's hair. She went and got him some construction paper, scissors, and some other arts and crafts materials. He took them to his room.
"I have to make Lance's as cover; I don't want anyone thinking I'm making a special Valentine, just for a girl," he thought.
The next day was the day before the party. Chandler looked and saw Linka; she had blue scrunchies in her hair this time. He still didn't know why he noticed that. Or her skirt, or shirts.
"Chandler!" Lance yelled.
"Huh?" Chandler said.
"You been doing that a lot, Dude are you alright?"
"I'm fine, just thinking about the day."
"Why don't you just talk to that Linka girl?"
"What?"
Could Lance see right through him?
"I don't know what you are talking about?" he asked.
"I know there's something about her that has been distracting you," Lance replied.
"I can't like a girl, Lance, that doesn't make sense; I'm six!" Chandler whisper shouted.
"I'm not going to make fun of you for talking to a girl," Lance whispered.
"Why not?"
"We're friends, right?"
"I said to my mom that you're my best friend," Chandler replied.
"Heh, I never had a best friend before, guess you are mine too," Lance replied.
Later in the day, Chandler was in the hallway and saw Linka looking around frantically. "Is she alright?" he thought. Well, no one else was around to help her. He walked over and gathered the courage to ask, "Are you alright?"
Linka stopped for a moment. The 7-year-old girl looked over and saw the red-headed boy standing there with a look of concern on his face.
"Well, I think I lost my dollar," she said.
"A dollar?" he asked.
"Yeah, I wanted some chips from the vending machine, and I think I dropped my dollar somewhere," she said in a frantic tone.
She went back to looking around. Chandler felt around the inside of his sweatpants' pocket and pulled out a dollar.
"Here you go," he said.
"Huh?" she asked.
"You can have my dollar," he replied.
Linka was surprised.
"You're just giving me a dollar? Don't you need it?"
"I'm alright, I have plenty of dollars," he said with a big smile on his face.
"I'll pay you back," she said.
"You...you don't have to, um, I think I'm doing that thing Mrs. Walker mentioned before, kindness?" he answered.
Linka smiled at the boy and accepted his dollar. Chandler liked that she was smiling but didn't know why he liked it. Her missing front tooth, he liked it. Without saying anything, he walked away as she went to grab the chips from the machine.
"Thanks..." she said but noticed he was gone.
Later, outside for pick up, she saw Chandler waving goodbye to another boy from her class. She noticed they hung out together and figured they were friends. She walked over to him. It was another cold day; Chandler was wearing a scarf around his face.
"Hey," she said.
"Huh?"
"You left before I could thank you earlier," she said.
"Oh uh, sorry," he said.
"Hmm, I was wondering, how do you spell your name?" she asked.
"My name?"
"Yeah, your name."
"Uh, C-H-A-N-D-L-E-R," he replied.
"Chan-d-ler?" she asked.
"Yeah," he said.
"Cool, I'm Linka, Linka Loud, L-I-N-K-A," she answered.
"I kn...hey, Linka?"
"Yep."
"Hey, some boy is waving at you," he said.
Linka turned her head, "Oh that's my brother, my Mom is on her way to put us up, see you tomorrow," she said.
"See ya," he said.
The next day was Valentines' party. The classroom was decorated with heart streamers and desks had boxes for deliveries on them. There was a table on the side with food and drinks, that would come in later after Valentine's were given. Chandler walked around the room as the others did and put a Valentine in each box, both boys and girls. Meanwhile, he put the ones he made in Lance's box and Linka's. He liked Linka's box it was decorated with orange paper. "That must be her favorite color," he thought. She was wearing a pink scrunchie on her left pigtail and redone on her right. She also had a headband with a couple of hearts sticking out on springs. When it was time for everyone to sit back in their seats, Chandler felt nervous, he figured that nobody liked him and would get nothing.
"Hmm, guess I'll do it while everyone is distracted by looking at their boxes," he thought.
He pulled the lid of the box off and saw there were few of them.
There were ones from Lance, Girl Jordan, Boy Jordan, Mollie, down the list, and even Linka. Linka's was different, it was hand made , heart-shaped, with a red doily cut in the same shape glued on it. His name was spelled with white glitter glue. "C-H-A-N-D-L-E-R". She had taken the time to make this. He loved it. He peeked over to see what Linka was doing.
"Hey Chandler, thanks," Lance said.
"Oh, yeah, uhh thanks for yours," he said.
"Well, of course, we're best friends," Lance said.
"Look at this," Chandler said, "Linka made it for me."
"Oh wow, she hand made hers for you, she gave me one, but it doesn't look like that," he replied.
Later on, they were able to move around and have party food. Chandler grabbed a cupcake and walked over to his desk. After taking a bite, "Linka was right; her dad does make good cupcakes," he thought. He looked up and saw the white-haired girl standing there.
"Oh, hey Linka," he said.
"Hi, Chandler, thank you for the really nice Valentine," she said.
"Thanks for yours too; you made it yourself," he replied.
"Yep, and I like that you made yours; you did that for me?" she asked.
"Well, yeah, I uh think you are pretty cool," he said.
Linka blushed slightly; her face had a smile on it, her missing tooth showing. Chandler was blushing as well. He wanted to be aware so that no one would make fun of him, but then he thought, why should he care what they think?
"Hey Linka, do you want to be my friend?" he asked.
"Really?" she asked.
"I mean if you want to be," he said.
"Sure," she said.
Linka gave Chandler a kiss candy, and he gave her a lollipop.
