Hey guys. This is going to be my new ongoing fic! It's honestly a classic rom-com "Mr. Popular and Mr. Loner" but "Mr. Loner" is an artist and trans.
Anyways, enjoy the prologue!
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Prologue - Happy Hearts
"Mom? Dad?" Kira had asked her parents.
"Yes, Kira?" His mother had responded, very sweetly and kind, stroking his long hair.
"I have something to tell you something." She mumbled.
Her father hummed and his mother asked, "What is it, baby?"
"I..." Kira murmured. "I think I'm... not a girl." Her gaze went down to the glittery sandals she was wearing, and she hated them. She hated everything girly about his life.
Her parents had exchanged looks, like they were talking to each other with their gazes and expressions. After a moment of silence from them, and Kira tugging on the uncomfortable dress she was wearing, her parents had spoken up. "Okay." Her father had said. "If... you don't feel it's right as being a girl, then we won't force you. Just know, you're still pretty young, only 10, so there will be a lot of changes throughout your life until you're finally what you feel. There's... also the fact that we need to get used to your new name. Which is?" Her father had ended with asking a question Kira had thought about for awhile, along with how she felt.
"Keith." She, no, finally he, answered with a smile. "I'm Keith."
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"Hey, Allura!" Lance yelled, running across the hall, trying to keep the flowers behind his back hidden so she didn't see. He ignored the teachers yelling at him to "Slow down loverboy!"
Allura Altea, daughter of the mayor, turned from where she was in her locker and was talking to her best friend, Romelle Harpsir, both very pretty, and very popular. Like him. "Yes, Lance?" She asked in her pretty British accent. Her cheeks looked a bit flushed, so Romelle giggled and murmured something in her ear and Allura blushed even more.
Lance slowed down as he approached, setting his free hand on his knee and scrunching over to catch his breathe, bouquet of roses still behind his back. Once he caught his breathe, he stood up straight and proudly showcased the roses. Romelle gasped and giggled. "Allura Evangeline Altea, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, with a smitten smile and a bright blush to his cheeks.
Allura looks overjoyed and nodded quickly, wrapping him in a tight hug and kissing his lips.
She smelled like lavender and tasted like strawberries. Lance heard a few cheers in the hall and a lot of clapping.
The dawn of the classic Mr. and Miss. Popular couple was awaking.