Hope you guys enjoy Chapter One of "Bittersweet!"
It's my first fanfic, so any criticism is welcomed!
Disclaimer:
Obviously, I don't own MR. ;c It's unfortunate, but true.
F.P.O.V.
Chapter One:
Have you ever wondered if there was something better out there?
Something so amazing, possibly even breathtaking, but you were missing it all? Like you're just sitting around, watching the time on the clock tick by, knowing that the world outside this confined space was continuing to move forward while you just stood by? It's kind of as if you're avoiding all the possibilities of something new, something big. And all the while, you're just wishing for something to happen, but never trying to make that dream come true.
Yes? No?
Maybe?
Well, I'm That Guy. The one that just dreams and dreams but nobody knows. The one that everyone wants to try to understand, but not because they care; rather, because they are bored with their own lives as they waste it away.
And until someone new comes along, I'll always be That Guy. The one they think they've finally got all figured out in one way or another after all these years, but they're really just fooling themselves. The Guy that just lets them think what they want and hear the rumors swirling around about himself.
I don't even think the acknowledge my life, to be honest, just the title they've decided to give me. That Guy. The Guy.
In a town like Sedsen, Florida, there wasn't much to learn about anyone. Everyone kept to themselves but tried to sell out everyone they knew. They were all the same, trying to figure out the story behind someone's title, if they didn't already know it. That's how we all knew each other, grew up knowing each other—we were just labeled.
"Fang," someone rapped on my head, and I glared at James Griffiths. "You're brooding again, and as used to it as I've gotten, it usually doesn't last this long. Something wrong?"
I didn't take the comment lightly, and it was rare that I let him know I did. Continuing to glare and refusing to answer, my best friend cowered slightly at my reaction. He'd known me for my entire life—Iggy and I were practically inseparable, although it's strange because we're nothing alike—and he had to have gotten used to the sting of my glares after a while. For some reason though, today he couldn't help but be affected by it, and I kept my glare almost overpowering at the moment, observing the unmistakable, weary fear in his blue eyes.
The color from his already pale face had drained a bit before he toughened up enough to offer me a weak grin. "You know, Fangles," Iggy tried again and I narrowed my eyes at him. "It's a tad bit too early for you to murder me, don't ya think? Why don't you wait a while before trying again?"
"Murder Iggy?" a mocha-skinned girl slid into the desk in front of me, smiling at both Iggy and I, an amused look in her wide, brown eyes. "Who would have a reason to do that? You know, besides the fact that he'll do anything and everything in his power to embarrass someone, acts kind of cocky, thinks that he can get a date with the cheerleaders that are WAY out of his league, makes too many bombs, can sometimes be perverted, thinks he's the king of the high school—"
Iggy grabbed Monique Carsen's arm, shocking her into silence, and he raised a single finger to his lips. I watched in silence, feeling my glare soften and slowly disappear. "I get it, Nudge," he muttered, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he addressed her by her nickname. "Now will you stop functioning?"
While pouting, Nudge crossed her arms and huffed, frustrated. Iggy and I glanced at each other, grateful for the moment of silence, amused that words had managed to get tangled up in her mind before she spoke them.
"Now," Iggy turned his attention back to me, and I blanked my expression, leaving it unreadable. "Would you like to explain yourself now, Fang?" When I rolled my eyes, he added, "I know you're not mute, Fang, unless aliens have come and taken over your body."
I shrugged to spite him. He frowned in return.
"So are you saying you're an alien?" He challenged.
I shrugged. He frowned.
"Hi Fang," Lissa Treylin smiled at shyly, passing me and found her way to the front of the room. Both Iggy and I turned to look at her as she tucked a stand of red hair behind her ear. Nervously, she smoothed out her pastel pink skirt, "Hey, guys? Can you listen for second?" She leaned against Mr. Shayne's desk. "Mr. Shayne's going to be a little late to homeroom, but with good reason. He's welcoming a new member to the class of 2014—" Some people cheered at our graduating class year. "—before they join us."
Lissa silently made her way back to her desk, glancing at me once, and then being surrounded by her giggling friends. The rest of the class erupted into questions aimed at each other. Who's the new kid? What's he or she like?
"Dude, you're ridiculous," Iggy laughed, flicking my head. I flicked back, because I'm oh-so mature.
"What?" I glanced at him.
"It speaks!" He gasped mockingly, leaning back in his chair. "We all know Lissa has a thing for you—haven't you figured that out yet? I don't think you have, considering how you completely brush her off. How she finds a reason to keep trying, I'll never understand."
"What?" I said again, but before he could answer, Mr. Shayne walked into the room, a faint smile on his lips. He set some papers on his desks, and slowly following behind was a slim girl. Her black skinny jeans and some vintage black t-shirt, combat boots and leather jacket contrasted with the light brown, sunstreaked hair that she tucked behind her ear.
The room darkened as everyone's eyes curiously grazed over her and if she noticed, she didn't show it. She kept her eyes locked on Mr. Shayne, and, just as we did, waiting for the introduction.
After a few moments of paper shuffling and silence, Mr. Shayne smiled at my homeroom, gesturing to the girl. "Class, please join me in greeting Miss Maximum Ride."
Not too much suspension, ha-ha!
Hope you enjoyed that, though! Let me know what you think!
Ash: Please do. She's so excited about this.
Me: Er…Sorry. If you haven't read the Iron Fey series or know who St. Fang of Boredom is, this probably won't make sense. But just as Saint kidnapped Fang from MR, I… "borrowed" Ash from the Iron Fey series! ^-^
Ash: I think kidnapped is the preferred term.
Me: But kidnapped is an ugly term.
Ash: But—
Me: Like I said, let me know what you think!
-Dana and Ash ^-^
