Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not have any claim on the movie, the movie
characters, or anything of the sort. The genius that is Baz Lurhman owns it
all. Lucky him.
Author's Note: I was so inspired by Gedia Kacela's "These Are the Days" that I decided to make my own modern day MR school fanfic. I don't want anyone to get mad at me, but I want people to know that I was inspired by her story, and I promise not to copy it word-for-word. I'm just using the same idea. I hope that makes sense.
Now, on with the show! *** Christian breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of lilacs and roses. Ray's house was only a few blocks away, so there was no need for Christian to hurry. He smiled at the neighborhood children on the bikes as he walked down the sun-beaten sidewalk. He closed his eyes as he walked, and hummed the song that Satine had performed.
The sound of a barking dog broke his trance and Christian saw a black poodle running towards him with a red leash trailing behind. The puppy bounded on top of him, and he fell to the ground, only to be covered in sloppy wet dog kisses.
"Trixie, get down!" a familiar voice called. Christian looked up and saw Satine running towards him.
"I'm so sorry. she just got away from me." She apologized, catching up to them.
"It's okay, really. No harm done." Christian replied, gently handing the animal over to its owner.
Satine giggled, "Say, ain't we walking down the same street together on the very same day?"
"Hey señorita, that's astute. Why don't we get together and call ourselves an institute?" Christian retorted before clamping his hand over his mouth in embarrassment.
Satine laughed again, "What the heck?" She shook her head and walked past him with her dog. Christian whipped around and saw her wave goodbye. Blushing brightly, Christian ran to Ray's house.
*At Ray's House
"Christian, what's up? Did you run here or something?" Ray asked, opening the front door for his friend.
Christian nodded and caught his breath before speaking. "I made a fool out of myself in front of Satine. She was walking her dog and I said a bunch of nonsense to her."
"I knew it. I knew you liked her." Ray chuckled.
The two got down to business, talking about the different places around town and the cool extracurricular activities at school. When Christian left around dinner time, Ray had convinced him to audition for the school musical.
At home, Christian's family sat at the table, waiting for him. He silently took a seat and ate his meal without a word. Sure, he loved his family, but he didn't feel like arguing, which often happened at dinnertime.
Swallowing a sip of water, Christian's father spoke, "You're awfully quiet, Chris. What's on your mind?"
"Nothing, sure. I'm just thinking about things." Christian replied, mumbling.
"Well, I just want to say that I'm very proud of the two of you," Christian's father stated, "for not complaining too much about moving here. I'm also proud that you two seem to have made some new friends."
Elizabeth piped up, "Have you made any friends, Dad?"
Their father shook his head, explained that it was hard to make new friends at his age, and the meal continued in silence. Around 11 PM, after everyone but Christian had gone to bed, his cell phone rang. It was Ray.
"Chris, can you get out?" Ray hissed impatiently. "Yeah, I'll meet y'all there." Christian responded.
He threw on a jacket and climbed out of his window. With the night surrounding him, he made his way to the Mill on the Hill.
*The nonsense words are courtesy of Paul Simon's "Gumboots". Author's Note: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I just like keeping one idea to a chapter. Does that make sense? I sure hope so.
Author's Note: I was so inspired by Gedia Kacela's "These Are the Days" that I decided to make my own modern day MR school fanfic. I don't want anyone to get mad at me, but I want people to know that I was inspired by her story, and I promise not to copy it word-for-word. I'm just using the same idea. I hope that makes sense.
Now, on with the show! *** Christian breathed in deeply, taking in the scent of lilacs and roses. Ray's house was only a few blocks away, so there was no need for Christian to hurry. He smiled at the neighborhood children on the bikes as he walked down the sun-beaten sidewalk. He closed his eyes as he walked, and hummed the song that Satine had performed.
The sound of a barking dog broke his trance and Christian saw a black poodle running towards him with a red leash trailing behind. The puppy bounded on top of him, and he fell to the ground, only to be covered in sloppy wet dog kisses.
"Trixie, get down!" a familiar voice called. Christian looked up and saw Satine running towards him.
"I'm so sorry. she just got away from me." She apologized, catching up to them.
"It's okay, really. No harm done." Christian replied, gently handing the animal over to its owner.
Satine giggled, "Say, ain't we walking down the same street together on the very same day?"
"Hey señorita, that's astute. Why don't we get together and call ourselves an institute?" Christian retorted before clamping his hand over his mouth in embarrassment.
Satine laughed again, "What the heck?" She shook her head and walked past him with her dog. Christian whipped around and saw her wave goodbye. Blushing brightly, Christian ran to Ray's house.
*At Ray's House
"Christian, what's up? Did you run here or something?" Ray asked, opening the front door for his friend.
Christian nodded and caught his breath before speaking. "I made a fool out of myself in front of Satine. She was walking her dog and I said a bunch of nonsense to her."
"I knew it. I knew you liked her." Ray chuckled.
The two got down to business, talking about the different places around town and the cool extracurricular activities at school. When Christian left around dinner time, Ray had convinced him to audition for the school musical.
At home, Christian's family sat at the table, waiting for him. He silently took a seat and ate his meal without a word. Sure, he loved his family, but he didn't feel like arguing, which often happened at dinnertime.
Swallowing a sip of water, Christian's father spoke, "You're awfully quiet, Chris. What's on your mind?"
"Nothing, sure. I'm just thinking about things." Christian replied, mumbling.
"Well, I just want to say that I'm very proud of the two of you," Christian's father stated, "for not complaining too much about moving here. I'm also proud that you two seem to have made some new friends."
Elizabeth piped up, "Have you made any friends, Dad?"
Their father shook his head, explained that it was hard to make new friends at his age, and the meal continued in silence. Around 11 PM, after everyone but Christian had gone to bed, his cell phone rang. It was Ray.
"Chris, can you get out?" Ray hissed impatiently. "Yeah, I'll meet y'all there." Christian responded.
He threw on a jacket and climbed out of his window. With the night surrounding him, he made his way to the Mill on the Hill.
*The nonsense words are courtesy of Paul Simon's "Gumboots". Author's Note: Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. I just like keeping one idea to a chapter. Does that make sense? I sure hope so.