Me: Yay! It is finally time for my first fanfic Phredrik. I can't wait to start. I have a whole plane ride to start writing. I am pretty much going to wing all the locations and this most likely be not even close to the canon. You can just imagine where they may live. Keep in mind that Johan used to live in a rich town until his dad was fired from his job so he isn't used to towns like this. I am trying to make Johan not sound selfish. Just probably gonna listen to songs to think of what to write. So, you know what that means?
Phredrik: Two hours of finger cramps and 80's playlists?
Me: Pretty Much!
Phredik: YAY! Anyways, this is our first fanfic so we will try not to screw it up!
Me: This fanfiction is dedicated to my friend Destiny who is graduating this year! ; - ; I will soon send you the Judai and Johan plushies with a copy of the fanfic.
It wasn't the most pleasant car ride I have ever been in. With my big brother Axil constantly bickering with my younger sister Ruth it was hard to even think. I slipped a pair of black ear buds in my ear trying to make some effort of drowning out the noise. Gripping my teal MP3 player in one hand while resting my head on the other as I gazed out the tinted windows of our black Escalade. These sites where a lot different then the ones I was used to seeing at home. There where no artistic marble carvings on any sides of the buildings in town. No huge mansions with magnificent gardens which seemed to have taken decades to plant. No freshly shined sports cars in every houses drive way. This didn't bother me that bad. Back at my old town, people only cared about money. If I ever did make friends, it was only because both of our families had money. Once my dad lost his job, all my friends left too. Maybe the people in this town where a little more down to earth.
All the houses where in good condition with nicely planted yards. House after house was like this, all having bright white panels and mowed green yards. After a while, I started noticing a pattern. Every house was the same. Plain white houses with plain picket fences all lined up in plain little rows down the plainly paved streets. Lines of tiny plain pink flowers boarding the edges of the sidewalk. There was no fancy sports cars in any of the driveways, just plainly coloured soccer mom vans. None of these things offered anything that which would catch my eye. It seemed as if the entire town was put on a strict guideline. Everyone's house had to be exactly the same as their neighbors. No way of extinguishing one home greater than the other. Everything was just the same. Same as when you arrive and same as when you leave. Nothing seemed to ever change.
You see, this is not the kind of town I'm used to. Our family of five had just moved because my father was offered a new well-paying job here. We used to live in a huge combat blue house with white trimming covering every corner and cranny. The houses here where just generic white panel upon generic white panel. At first hearing upon our move, I was quiet excited. Growing up, I was never allowed to go anywhere out of my home town. I would always dreamed about traveling the world. I remember the stories that my grandpa used to tell me of the time he was in the air force and how I always would roll up paper and pretending it was a spyglass. This was finally my chance to meet new people and learn their lifestyles. But, upon arriving in this small little town, my hopes were dashed. It was not at all what I expected. Not even any sorts close. Though my hopes of living in a new excited town soon disappeared, I still had a chance to meet new people. Even if it was just one person. Just one person could make this whole move worth it.
We drove by a small school we where to attend tomorrow just as a herd of teenagers barged through the schools big glass doors. Groups of teens huddled together , laughing and doing another generic things you would see teens do. They looked like every teen in the entire town shared one big closet. All of them having generic polo shirts on top of generic dress pants. My head was beginning to hurt from the lack of colour. Some were is small groups and others quiet large ones. But, no one was walking alone. No one, accept a young brunet who appeared about my age. Though he was dressed slightly different then everyone else, he wore nothing extremely outgoing and vibrant. Wearing a black sweatshirt that seemed to be about two times his size. It draped over his baggy red skinny jeans which hug over his placid black converses. His hood was up over his head and his brown bangs where hanging over his barely noticeable eyes. He was just a normal plain boy. Plain just like everything in this town. I don't even understand why my eyes even fancied upon noticing the boy. He was just boring.
"Hey, isn't that our new school," screeched Ruth nearly standing up out of here seat. My attention soon shifted off the boy and to my younger sister who was eagerly pointing in the direction of the school.
My father, whom was in the passenger's seat, turned towards my sister and answered her question with a quick nod.
As we made our way around the corner, I looked back out my window in the boys direction. He was still very clearly in eye shot. Suddenly a bluenet with light cyan hair, whom appeared about half his size, ran up behind him. Trailing behind the boy was another taller, older looking bluenet with colbat hair. He had a blank expression on his face which made me feel slightly uncomfortable. The brunet quickly shifted his glance up to acknowledge the smaller boy. His bangs seemed to fall perfectly to give me a clear view of his chocolatey brown eyes. These eyes, the one thing that made this boy stand out upon the rest. Perfectly fitting just right in his clean thin face. They where so deep and filled with innocence ,but yet, had a tint if sorrow. But, this boy had a way of making sorrow look beautiful. Like satan had never laid his nasty little fingers upon the boy, or if he did, the boy surely knew how to hide the fact. My eyes fixated on his for the next few moments. He seemed as if he was staring right into mine like I was to him. Suddenly the trance was broken by a forceful hand landing gruffly on my left shoulder.
"See anything you like?" Axil said in a low tone so only him and me would hear, obviously noticing I have finally given something an ounce of interest. He gave a little snicker and a wink at the end of this tease. I gave him a quick scowl and turned my head back towards the window. Sadly, the boy was out of eye shot by now. I let my eyes trail back to my hand. Just now realizing the white knuckle grip I had on my MP3 player.
Phredrik: That was a short chapter.
Me: Hey, I worked hard on that. I just wanted to get something out!
Phredrik: I think all this hot Florida air is getting to your head.
Me: I tried. Anyways, leave a review or else I will wait a whole week to post the next update.
Phredrik: Be gentle with her. It IS her first time.
On another note, I read some reviews and decided to delete my story to make some changes because it makes me sad when I make a mistake.