Author: edward's love

Title: The New Girl

Rating: PG-13 for language, violence and romance

Me: "Hey, readers! I have decided not to delete this fanfic because I have so many readers and reviews for this one. I have gotten so far in it, I didn't want to leave you hanging! I'm so sorry, but now. . . here you go!"

The New Girl: Forgiveness

Sora lied on his stomach on his bed Friday evening, fiddling with some charms on his bed post. His eyes were clear, but deep down, he really just wanted to cry. Augusta was his life, even when people told him that he was too young to even know what love is, he knew what it felt like. . . to love and to be loved. She was so special and meant everything to him, he couldn't even bear to think about not being with her anymore. He twisted a charm shaped like a heart around his finger and his eyes saddened a bit. Love. . . the best thing he had ever experienced. . . but that was over now.

He yanked the charms off of his bed post and threw them to the ground, making a jingling sound when it hit the floor. His eyebrows scrunched up in anger at the thought of her at home, all alone, no one to go to the dance to. He and she hadn't had any time to talk about this whole situation that happened between them and Sora felt his heart ache at the concept.

He rolled over onto his back, placing his hands on top of him stomach gently. His sapphire eyes were so lost in thought, he couldn't stop thinking of what to do, what to feel, and how to deal. He sighed deeply before rolling off the bed and landing onto his feet swiftly. He brushed himself off before walking over to the door, not even taking a second to even think of picking the charms up off the floor.

He snuck quietly down the stairs, for his mother was taking a nap and snoring quite loudly. So he opened the door quietly and closed it the same way before walking down the stairs and onto the sidewalk, heading for Augusta's house. He dug his hands into his pockets as he watched random people troll along the sidewalk like him. Couples, hand in hand, strode their way down the path, grinning at each other every once in while, making Sora look away in the other direction.

He had finally arrived at Augusta's door step and felt a little bit hesitant to knock on her door. He swallowed nervously as he took one step up the stairs, then another and finally stepped up to the entrance. He reached out to tap the door and then placed his hand lightly by his side. He softly whistled a melody as he awaited the greeting from the inside of the house.

The door swung open only to reveal William, her little, annoying brother. He grinned sheepishly at the small boy's cocked head and happy smile. "Sora!" He exclaimed joyfully, embracing Sora tightly.

Sora's grin suddenly turned into a wide smile as he hugged him back. "Hey, sport. How ya been?" He asked, kneeling down to his size.

William nodded wildly. "Great! But sissy hasn't been all that great." His smile faded into a frown quickly as did Sora's. "I'm sorry to here that." Sora replied sadly. "Can I see her? Maybe I can make her feel better," Sora flashed William a speedy beam before standing up. William smiled yet again and motioned for him to come inside. "Sure, come on!"

The two boys ran up the stairs and William pointed to Augusta's door, his face as plain as could be. Sora nodded and told him thanks before he walked over to the door and knocked on it.

"William, I swear, if that's you again, I'll—" The door jerked open to reveal Augusta's shocked face to see Sora at her door.

"Sora?" She asked, astounded that he was even here. She watched as a shy smile crept across his lips but felt a smirk creep across hers. "What do you want?" She hissed, stepping away from the door and back to her mirror, where she grabbed a diamond necklace from her dresser.

Sora gulped. "Um. . . just came to see how— wait a second, what are you wearing?" He cocked an eyebrow as he noticed a knee-length black spaghetti-strapped dress upon her slim body and a black pair of strappy heels. Her once straight, blonde, long hair was now curled into bouncy locks and her icy blue eyes were surrounded by mascara and eye shadow.

Augusta glanced at Sora with that smirk still upon her pink, glossy lips. "What does it look like I'm wearing?" She asked, struggling to get her necklace around her neck. "I'm wearing a dress."

Sora shook his head. "No, no, I knew that, but. . . where are you going?"

Augusta turned to him. "Not that it's any of your business, but if you must know, I'm going to the dance." She stated calmly.

Sora's eyes widened. "The d-dance?" He stammered, feeling his heart skip a beat.

"Did I s-stutter?" She snapped sarcastically, walking over to him and turning around. "Could you please help me with this?"

Sora ingested some of his saliva tensely as he grabbed the hook and hooked it with the other shakily. "There," He said backing a foot step away. "But who are you going with?"

Augusta sighed as she grabbed her purse from her door knob. ". . .Riku." She alleged, brushing past him and out into the hall, traveling towards the stairs.

Sora gasped. "Riku?"

Augusta ignored his comment as she promptly moved to the front door and slammed it shut behind her, leaving Sora at the top of the steps dumbfounded.

…

The dance had started and Riku was in his tuxedo, waiting for Augusta to arrive at the door. He leaned against the wall, cool as cucumber, smiling at everyone who walked by.

He turned his head in the direction of the doorway and grinned as he watched Augusta enter the building. He peacefully marched over to her, bowing at her presence. "Thanks for coming to the dance with me, Augusta." He said standing.

She blushed. "No problem." She took his hand as he led her out to the dance floor and started dancing.

…

Sora rushed home and slipped on his tuxedo, making a few adjustments before rushing back out the door and towards the school. He arrived breathless and scanned the building for any sign of Augusta. He grimaced at the sight of Riku, his arm around her waist and her hand upon his shoulder made him want to vomit. He held it in as he watched Kairi approach him. She wore a cute plain lavender dress, sort of like Augusta but the length was little bit shorter. She wore silver heels and a silver choker around her neck. Her hair had mid-back length extensions and was pulled into a twisted pony tail that was resting on her left shoulder. She didn't wear much make-up but just enough lavender eye shadow to make her face stand out. "Hi," She innocently greeted, a little scared of what his answer would be.

Sora's eyes were filled with surprise as he echoed, "Hi."

"Listen, I know you probably hate me with a passion but I wasn't asked to the dance with anyone so. . . ya think you could spare me one dance?" She asked, crossing her fingers behind her back.

Sora blinked a few times before saying, "Um. . . sure." He smiled quickly and took her hand, leading her out onto the dance floor.

He gently wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her close, making Kairi blush a bit from the contact. She hesitantly positioned her quivering hand on Sora's shoulder and her eyes followed Sora's body lines from his shoulder up to his eyes.

He grinned plainly as she smiled up at him.

…

Augusta peeked over Riku's shoulder and eyed Sora and Kairi dance. She felt her heart sting as she watched them move swiftly across the dance floor. Riku noticed this pain. "Augusta? Are you okay?" He asked concernedly.

Augusta snapped out of her thoughts and her eyes focused on his. "Um, no, of course not. . ." Her eyes slowly floated downwards.

Riku tsked. "No, I know that face. There's something wrong. . ."

Augusta brought her eyes back up to him and nodded.

"It's Sora, isn't it?" He knew he had read her mind when he saw her eyes suddenly fill with tears. "Listen, Augusta. . . why don't you go talk to him? I'm sure I can keep Kairi busy for a while." He smiled sweetly as Augusta nodded smiling back.

…

Kairi heard someone calling her name and looked over at the punch table and saw Riku. She glanced back at Sora and lifted a finger. "I'll be back," She said as she slid out of Sora's grasp and walked over to Riku, Augusta sliding into his grasp instead. "Hey," She whispered, making Sora's eyes expand. "Augusta?" He asked, kind of confused that she was even letting him touch her.

Augusta nodded. "I just wanted to say. . . I'm sorry." She hung her head.

Sora grinned as he took his finger and lifted her chin. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let any of this happen." Augusta giggled softly as she felt him tighten his grip on her and pull her closer. She blushed but then lightly brushed her lips up against his for the first time in a while. She pulled away seeing Sora's eyes expand even more. "What was that for?" He asked.

"It's my way of saying 'I forgive you'." She stated kissing him again.

…

Kairi smiled. "I'm really glad to see they're back together." She admitted making Riku gasp sarcastically. "I can't believe you just said that,"

Kairi smirked. "I'm serious, Riku. I regret ever even thinking about kissing Sora. We're just friends."

Riku smiled. "Yep, finally." He said, sticking his hand out towards Kairi. "Care to dance?"

Kairi face flushed as she took his hand and nodded.

…

Diary,

Things are finally back to normal. Everything had gone quite well since the dance and school is a lot better since I can actually show my face without embarrassment filling everything inside me. "You're smile has gotten bigger," People say to me and I'm supposing it has. I'm a lot happier and optimistic about things I used to not even think about. My friends are actually friends and my boyfriend is actually quite a guy that I'm so glad I didn't miss out on. Lies and betrayal are behind me and trust and honor are in my future now.

Augusta

Augusta placed her diary on her desk and fell backwards onto her bed smiling. "Love. . . it's a beautiful thing."

Me: Aw. . . THE END! Sorry everyone! But this is how I chose to end this lovely fan fiction so I hope you like it! Please r&r!