A/N: OMG thank you for the reviews! I am so glad that you all like it!

Okay, so basically, this story is a modern (mid-2000s) High School AU story about our favorite love birds, our Across the stars couple. It's raw. It's bitter. It's brutal. It's also soft, tender, and tooth-rottenly sweet. Padmé the sun and Anakin is the moon. Together they help and mend each other. The first chapter was more of a background chapter from both Anakin and Padmé's POV. These next coming chapters will be from only one POV, and from now on were getting more direct action, but still, lots of good background action every once in a while!

FYI, I'm not from the US, and I have never gone to an American High School, so my portrayal of American High School life might not be the best, but anyway…

Let's go!


Chapter 2

When Padmé got home from school that day, her thoughts had immediately gone back to the boy with black hair that she had sat next to during the first lesson earlier the same morning. He had been looking at her so intently, with eyes a blue as a cloud free summer day. There was something about him that she just seemed to be unable to forget. She had waved at him, and said hi, in-between stolen gazes at each other, but otherwise, she didn't know anything about him. In fact, she didn't know anything about him. The somewhat sad, almost empty expression on his face combined with the sooty makeup around his eyes, the piercings, and the black curls had awakened something inside of her. A curiosity, perhaps. The strange boy was a mystery, an enigma, that she slowly wanted to unveil, petal by petal, and page by page. Padmé then realized that she didn't even know his name, and yet she was already so… fond of him?... Padmé wasn't sure what she was feeling to be honest. If anything, she was feeling quite confused at the moment.

These were the thoughts that rolled around in her head for the rest of the evening and night. The thoughts made her restless and unfocused, something that the rest of her family noticed painfully well during dinner that evening. Her parents and sister were all occupied in a pleasant familiar chatter like most nights, all while eating her mother's delicious food. Padmé however, sat silently, deep in her thoughts, not following her family's conversations, because of a certain boy occupying all her thoughts.

"Sweetie, is something wrong? You seem very unfocused tonight," her father's calm and steady voice asked after a while as he laid a coarse hand on top of her own smaller and softer one.

His questions caught her of guard for a moment. What had he even asked her? For a moment, Padmé became a bit embarrassed. This wasn't like her at all! No wonder her family was looking at her with eyebrows raised up in momentarily wonder and confusion.

"I- uhh…" she began before swallowing heavily. "I'm fine dad. Everything is perfect. There just a lot going around right now, you know… With school and… the move here and everything," Padmé said smoothly and with as much conviction as she could muster. She even gave her father a tiny smile.

It worked because her father smiled back at her in a reassured way.

"Alright Sweetie. I was just worried for a moment. You know I only want what's best for you and your sister. I like it when the two of you are happy!"

Then they all resumed eating, now more silently, but there was still a comfortable banter rolling around the room. A comfort. A lulling noise. A distraction.

But still despite it all, the boy with blue eyes, black hair, piercings, and makeup distracted her, lived inside her mind, occupied her every single thought, awake and asleep.

It had only been a few hours since she first saw him.

After dinner she decided to take a walk around her new neighborhood. They had only lived in the house for a few weeks, and during all those weeks Padmé had barely had any time to explore the place for real. Now she had a great moment to do just that, she thought. Besides, Padmé felt like she really needed some new fresh air to calm and cleanse her messy head. And what better way is there to go through your absolute deepest thoughts, than to take refreshing promenade.

The street they lived on was gorgeous. A typical family area really. Houses in different colors, heights, and sizes, some smaller and some bigger. Great green lawns that were all newly mowed, and white picket fences. She hadn't really pondered this before, but Padmé did suppose that this was always how she had imagined the typical family life. The typical American dream? Maybe.

That was such a hard question since no dream was like the other.

She liked her knew house. Back in New York, they had lived in an old penthouse mansion located on the Upper East Side on Manhattan and, because of that, they had never had a garden to play in as kids. Or, well, that was unless you counted the old vacation home they owned up in Massachusetts where they spent approximately one week during a whole year. Padmé had never understood why her parents had bought it. To her, it was just a waste of both money and time.

Their new house here in California was one would call a typical suburban California villa. While it wasn't as large as the ridiculous houses that celebrities owned, it was still very large, much larger than most houses on their street. It was practically a mansion, but only almost.

The villa was built in the style of a Mediterranean house, with yellowish-beige outer walls decorated with stone elements here and there, and with a partially domed roof, and reddish-orange tiles everywhere. They had a large brick driveway leading up to the frontside of the house, and the garage belonging to it was equally as grand, made in fine dark wood. Behind the house was the large garden that she enjoyed the most about their new house. She would often spend hours outside there, either reading the books that she loved so much while lying in a comfortable hammock, or she would be swimming laps in the moderately sized pool in the garden, such a common instalment in so many other California homes.

As she walks, she thinks that, maybe she will get used to California. Maybe moving there wasn't so bad after all.

When she got back home from her walk, and she opened the front door to walk inside, she was immediately confronted by her sister who basically pounced on her like a cat stalking its prey. Her sister who unlike her, is much blunter and much more straightforward.

"There's a boy, isn't there?" She doesn't say anything else, but the humor and excitement in her voice is obvious to anyone. Short. Uncomplicated. Straight to the point. This is something that Padmé Naberrie both loves and hates about her sister. While Sola is very sweet, caring, and protective when it comes to the ones she loves, she is also a complete menace to society.

Padmé takes a small breath before answering her older sister's persistent question.

"No. Absolutely not. There's no boy Sola. Don't be stupid."

In that moment Padmé wishes more than anything that her sister practically wasn't a living lie detector, because she is. Or, at least when it comes to Padmé.

She doesn't understand how her sister does it, because Padmé said it with so much conviction, her voice steady, calculated, and calm. Maybe it was the flushed cheeks or the slightly trembling hands, a thing that happens every time she lies, a thing that she will eventually train away, but still must live with right now. Maybe that was what gave her away. Probably.

Sola only grins like the cat that got the cream before answering with a very smug,

"I knew it."

When Padmé got to school the next day, she somehow found him immediately, and she hadn't even tried at all. He was sitting in the park in front of the school, leaning back against a tree with closed eyes, arms crossed in front of his chest, and a lit cigarette between is plump lips that he occasionally rolled between his fingers. She frowned a little at this, because she had a strong determination to never in her life touch a cigarette, because why should put substances in your body that could potentially kill you? Even though the bad habit of his, it did add something to the mysterious aura, or maybe even appeal, of him.

He was wearing headphones, listening to some music, so he didn't hear her soft footsteps as she walked towards him. She hadn't planned to go to him, because what is there really to talk about with a stranger that you know absolutely nothing about. She had walked to him unconsciously, her fickle heart leading her legs forwards instead of her head, the one of the two that was usually in charge. It was a rare occurrence that Padmé Amidala Naberrie ever acted impulsively.

It happened of course, since she was only human after all, but very seldomly it did. Not often at all.

When she was only a few short meters away from him, he opened one eye, as if some sort of sixth sense had kicked in, telling him that someone, she, was coming his way. He immediately pushed the headphones down, so it rested around his next. He then backed up further against the tree, sitting straighter and uncrossing his arms before removing the cigarette from between his lips, resting the stump between the fingers of his left hand. Padmé then noticed how the silver stud underneath his lower lip glinted as the sun hit the shiny surface.

"Hello," Padmé said, somewhat coyly as she didn't really know what to do, or what to say. For a moment she wondered once again why had decided to walk up to him. Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea, her head screamed at her, but she kept on walking, ignoring her nervous and negative thoughts.

"I… Sat next to you yesterday. I don't know if you-"

"I know." He said quickly and quietly, interrupting her. "I remember."

For a moment Padmé was distracted by the deep, rich tone of his voice. She really liked his voice. The moment was tense, both awkward and hopeful. There was so much that wanted to be said by both parts, but neither knew what to say, so instead they just stood there, she in front of him, and he, sitting down and leaning against the tree. Realizing that she was just standing there, saying nothing, she immediately snapped out of her small moment of rivière.

"I… I guess I'll see you around," she said not knowing what to do at all.

In response he nodded before saying, "Yeah… I guess we will."

Padmé then waved at him again before turning around, walking away towards the school entry, cursing herself again and again as she did. Then she realized that she had forgotten to ask what his name was. Damn it!


A/N: Extra points to the ones who cached my Life as a house reference in this chapter!

Btw, Amidala is Padmé's middle name in this story! It's just way to pretty to cut!

And isn't there way too few Emokin Skywalker fanfics out there! I just had to write this because there just aren't enough! Seriously, I'M ADDICTED! SEND HELP!