[ORIGINAL] Of Middle School and Love Potions (for Caleb)
Just something that oe of my freinds wanted me to get started on for him... kinda. (Well, and something to make me ignore that 10+ page English Essay I have to be writing that's due on Tuesday...)
Okay, so he said a lot of stuff that isn't in here, and he wanted a lot of stuff that isn't in here, but... >_< And he really wanted a high school fic, not middle school, but with the prompts that he gave me, I couldn't help but think "Miidleschool! Braces! Awkward crushes and notes and love! Oh my!!" or something. ^^;
Well, here it is:
Title: (Middle school and love potions)
Author: Kannachan27
For: Caleb
Prompt given: "School," "potion," "love"
Prompt taken as: "Middle school," "love potion," "braces" (oh my!)
It was five o’clock in the morning, and her alarm clock was beeping, telling her to wake up. She didn’t want to, but she knew that it was necessary: today was the first day of school.
Seventh grade. She wasn’t the “big cheese” of the school yet, but no longer was she the “baby.” She could make it around school and she was expected to do less than the eighth graders, yet more than the sixth graders. She could do that.
A happy medium, it was called.
She crawled out of bed, yawning widely and tapping the “off” button on he alarm clock, nearly tripping herself on the blanket that was wrapped around her legs. She managed not to fall, bit her lip and a chunk of skin was pulled off in her braces. Making a face, she disentangled herself from the blankets and made her way to the bathroom.
Passing her book bag, she glanced at the light blue and green bag that said, “To Caleb” on it, and smiled.
She couldn’t mess up today.
---
When she got out of the shower, she could tell that she was already running late. It was almost six o’clock, or maybe a little after that, she couldn’t waste time to check the clock!, and she had to catch the bus at six thirty. But she had to look cute today, so she could impress Caleb with her looks and her grades, and hopefully the love potion worked like her friend told her it did.
Jogging into her room again, she picked a mid-length skirt out of her dresser, wishing that it was blue instead of black, but ignoring that.
Almost everything goes with black, in her mind.
Wearing a cute, orange sports bra with little green spirals on it, and the black skirt, she searched for the pink shirt she knew she had in there. It fit her tightly, showing that she had some curves, despite what others thought, and she thought that it looked good on her slim frame.
Even though she knew that Caleb liked the more athletic girls, she couldn’t dress like she was one of them, when she really wasn’t.
Thinking that she might as well put on some makeup, she slipped on a pair of socks and some small black shoes and grabbed her bags before going back into the bathroom. Grabbing some eyeliner, she used only a little bit, to make her green eyes stand out more, and applied a little bit of pink lip gloss to give her lips that shiny look that she saw in the magazines.
When she heard the bus beep, she ran through the house, slipping a bit in her shoes that were slightly too big for her, and never loosening her grip on the bag that she was going to give to Caleb.
Thanking everything that she could, she stepped onto the bus, smiled at the driver, and sat down in the sixth seat, careful not to slip or embarrass herself.
Caleb sat in the seat diagonal from her, after all.
She blushed, fingering the bag on her lap.
Caleb didn’t look at her.
-----
Shortly after they arrived at the middle school, she followed Caleb off the bus. He hadn’t glanced at her the entire bus ride, and she wasn’t sure if she was thankful or depressed about it. She didn’t want him to see her, yet she prayed to everything that she could that he would look at her.
Careful not to slip in her too-big shoes, she stepped off the bus and smiled in his direction, but he was called off by some of his friends. Of course, why should he care about some random girl like her, who has no curves, braces, and hasn’t said a word to him? He’s smart, popular, and he’s good looking.
Or, that’s what she thought, anyway.
His dark hair reflected the early morning light, and his skin was slightly tanned and a bit freckled. His smile was wide and bright, and his laughter was loud and held a bit of a bite to it that she could not name. His clothes were a bit baggy on him, but she didn’t care. It looked nice.
Well, sometimes he was a bit scary, but what boy wasn’t? It seemed that, after second grade, all boys got mean. The girls, too, didn’t stay nice.
“Gabriella!” She turned, hearing someone call her name. Smiling brightly, she turned away from Caleb and faced her friend, who was running up to her, slipping and sliding in her beat up sneakers and too-long jeans, trying to stop her too-big sweater from falling off her shoulders.
“Hey, ‘Chelle!” Gabriella grasped her friend’s hands and rubbed them. “You seem cold today.” Her voice held a worried tone as her green eyes flickered over Chelle’s body and face. Her blue eyes stood out on her snow-white skin, stretched across her thin face. Her reddish color hair seemed duller than usual, but that might have been from some other reason. Her pale lips were chapped and split, and it looked as if they had been bleeding earlier.
She smiled. “I am, Gabriella. Can we go inside? I really am cold.”
Nodding happily, Gabriella wrapped her larger hands around Rachelle’s cold, small, pale hands and led her into the school. Pausing when they reached the cafeteria, Gabriella glanced around for Caleb. When she didn’t see him, she looked for a fairly empty table and led her friend to it.
“So, Rachelle. Tell me what happened.”
Still shivering, despite being inside the school, and wearing a sweater, Rachelle tried to smile. Her lips cracked a bit more with the movement, though, and she settled on a slight upturn of the corners of her mouth. “W-well…” her voice was soft and shy, slightly hesitant even though she was talking to her best friend. “I g-guess she got angry at me again…” Glancing around, Rachelle lifted up the sleeve of her sweater, exposing a small bruise on her forearm. “It’s not much, but… I don’t think that I can stay there this week.”
Gabriella nodded. “She hasn’t fed you yet, either, huh? Well, how about you come over to my house?”
Blushing, Rachelle seemed to be thinking of a way to say no. Looking away from Gabriella’s green eyes, she saw a flash of black fabric coming around the corner, towards them. When the figure stepped out of the crowd, she saw that it was their friend, Elliot.
Smiling at her, he pressed a finger to his lips in a “quiet!” signal, to which Rachelle didn’t move. Walking quickly up to them, Elliiot pressed his hands over Gabriella’s eyes. “Guess who?”
Opening her mouth, a smile on her lips, Gabriella was about to answer, before Elliot shushed her with, “and no, I’m not your darling Caleb.”
Gabriella smiled a bit. “Hello, dear Elliot. And how’s your not-so-secret love life going today? Sucky? Well, I thought so.”
Making an indignant sound and blushing, Elliot sat down. “I could say the same about your love life, could I?”
A small giggle made its way out of Rachelle’s mouth and she blushed. Gabriella laughed with her. “That’s all about to change, thanks to this little lady right here!” When Gabriella flicked a strand of Rachelle’s hair, her blush deepened. “She gave me the best advice that I could get!”
Raising a dark eyebrow, Elliot asked, “And what is that?”
Gabriella smiled. “Give him a love potion, of course!”
-- End One --
Okay, so he said a lot of stuff that isn't in here, and he wanted a lot of stuff that isn't in here, but... >_< And he really wanted a high school fic, not middle school, but with the prompts that he gave me, I couldn't help but think "Miidleschool! Braces! Awkward crushes and notes and love! Oh my!!" or something. ^^;
Well, here it is:
Title: (Middle school and love potions)
Author: Kannachan27
For: Caleb
Prompt given: "School," "potion," "love"
Prompt taken as: "Middle school," "love potion," "braces" (oh my!)
It was five o’clock in the morning, and her alarm clock was beeping, telling her to wake up. She didn’t want to, but she knew that it was necessary: today was the first day of school.
Seventh grade. She wasn’t the “big cheese” of the school yet, but no longer was she the “baby.” She could make it around school and she was expected to do less than the eighth graders, yet more than the sixth graders. She could do that.
A happy medium, it was called.
She crawled out of bed, yawning widely and tapping the “off” button on he alarm clock, nearly tripping herself on the blanket that was wrapped around her legs. She managed not to fall, bit her lip and a chunk of skin was pulled off in her braces. Making a face, she disentangled herself from the blankets and made her way to the bathroom.
Passing her book bag, she glanced at the light blue and green bag that said, “To Caleb” on it, and smiled.
She couldn’t mess up today.
---
When she got out of the shower, she could tell that she was already running late. It was almost six o’clock, or maybe a little after that, she couldn’t waste time to check the clock!, and she had to catch the bus at six thirty. But she had to look cute today, so she could impress Caleb with her looks and her grades, and hopefully the love potion worked like her friend told her it did.
Jogging into her room again, she picked a mid-length skirt out of her dresser, wishing that it was blue instead of black, but ignoring that.
Almost everything goes with black, in her mind.
Wearing a cute, orange sports bra with little green spirals on it, and the black skirt, she searched for the pink shirt she knew she had in there. It fit her tightly, showing that she had some curves, despite what others thought, and she thought that it looked good on her slim frame.
Even though she knew that Caleb liked the more athletic girls, she couldn’t dress like she was one of them, when she really wasn’t.
Thinking that she might as well put on some makeup, she slipped on a pair of socks and some small black shoes and grabbed her bags before going back into the bathroom. Grabbing some eyeliner, she used only a little bit, to make her green eyes stand out more, and applied a little bit of pink lip gloss to give her lips that shiny look that she saw in the magazines.
When she heard the bus beep, she ran through the house, slipping a bit in her shoes that were slightly too big for her, and never loosening her grip on the bag that she was going to give to Caleb.
Thanking everything that she could, she stepped onto the bus, smiled at the driver, and sat down in the sixth seat, careful not to slip or embarrass herself.
Caleb sat in the seat diagonal from her, after all.
She blushed, fingering the bag on her lap.
Caleb didn’t look at her.
-----
Shortly after they arrived at the middle school, she followed Caleb off the bus. He hadn’t glanced at her the entire bus ride, and she wasn’t sure if she was thankful or depressed about it. She didn’t want him to see her, yet she prayed to everything that she could that he would look at her.
Careful not to slip in her too-big shoes, she stepped off the bus and smiled in his direction, but he was called off by some of his friends. Of course, why should he care about some random girl like her, who has no curves, braces, and hasn’t said a word to him? He’s smart, popular, and he’s good looking.
Or, that’s what she thought, anyway.
His dark hair reflected the early morning light, and his skin was slightly tanned and a bit freckled. His smile was wide and bright, and his laughter was loud and held a bit of a bite to it that she could not name. His clothes were a bit baggy on him, but she didn’t care. It looked nice.
Well, sometimes he was a bit scary, but what boy wasn’t? It seemed that, after second grade, all boys got mean. The girls, too, didn’t stay nice.
“Gabriella!” She turned, hearing someone call her name. Smiling brightly, she turned away from Caleb and faced her friend, who was running up to her, slipping and sliding in her beat up sneakers and too-long jeans, trying to stop her too-big sweater from falling off her shoulders.
“Hey, ‘Chelle!” Gabriella grasped her friend’s hands and rubbed them. “You seem cold today.” Her voice held a worried tone as her green eyes flickered over Chelle’s body and face. Her blue eyes stood out on her snow-white skin, stretched across her thin face. Her reddish color hair seemed duller than usual, but that might have been from some other reason. Her pale lips were chapped and split, and it looked as if they had been bleeding earlier.
She smiled. “I am, Gabriella. Can we go inside? I really am cold.”
Nodding happily, Gabriella wrapped her larger hands around Rachelle’s cold, small, pale hands and led her into the school. Pausing when they reached the cafeteria, Gabriella glanced around for Caleb. When she didn’t see him, she looked for a fairly empty table and led her friend to it.
“So, Rachelle. Tell me what happened.”
Still shivering, despite being inside the school, and wearing a sweater, Rachelle tried to smile. Her lips cracked a bit more with the movement, though, and she settled on a slight upturn of the corners of her mouth. “W-well…” her voice was soft and shy, slightly hesitant even though she was talking to her best friend. “I g-guess she got angry at me again…” Glancing around, Rachelle lifted up the sleeve of her sweater, exposing a small bruise on her forearm. “It’s not much, but… I don’t think that I can stay there this week.”
Gabriella nodded. “She hasn’t fed you yet, either, huh? Well, how about you come over to my house?”
Blushing, Rachelle seemed to be thinking of a way to say no. Looking away from Gabriella’s green eyes, she saw a flash of black fabric coming around the corner, towards them. When the figure stepped out of the crowd, she saw that it was their friend, Elliot.
Smiling at her, he pressed a finger to his lips in a “quiet!” signal, to which Rachelle didn’t move. Walking quickly up to them, Elliiot pressed his hands over Gabriella’s eyes. “Guess who?”
Opening her mouth, a smile on her lips, Gabriella was about to answer, before Elliot shushed her with, “and no, I’m not your darling Caleb.”
Gabriella smiled a bit. “Hello, dear Elliot. And how’s your not-so-secret love life going today? Sucky? Well, I thought so.”
Making an indignant sound and blushing, Elliot sat down. “I could say the same about your love life, could I?”
A small giggle made its way out of Rachelle’s mouth and she blushed. Gabriella laughed with her. “That’s all about to change, thanks to this little lady right here!” When Gabriella flicked a strand of Rachelle’s hair, her blush deepened. “She gave me the best advice that I could get!”
Raising a dark eyebrow, Elliot asked, “And what is that?”
Gabriella smiled. “Give him a love potion, of course!”
-- End One --