Chapter One


I never was the best at anything. I could look at my friends, and see how smart they were. They each seemed to possess something wonderful, and unique about them. And then there was me. Nothing special, I wasn't beautiful, I wasn't overly smart. I was just me, and that was all I could seem to do. And even then, I still wasn't good enough for people. So I had given up on making them happy. I was who I was, and they could either take it, or leave it. They mostly left it. That's why it was such a shocking surprise when my life started to get interesting.

I sat at my desk, staring out the window, thinking about far away things. I could hear the other students of Orthans High talking, gossiping. They liked to do that, it seemed. Not that I paid them much mind, of course. Still, it was hard not to catch bits and pieces of it, when it was happening right next to you. I sighed, and brought my arm up, so my chin could rest against the palm of my hand. It was rather tiring, waiting for something to happen. I'm talking about class to start, though. Or, am I? I could be talking about anything, life itself, to start something interesting in my life. But that wasn't likely to happen any time soon.

I heard the shuffling, signaling the entrance of my teacher. He walked in and closed the door behind him. I sat a little straighter, and waited for today's lesson to begin. What I hadn't notice before was the tall young man behind him. I wasn't really sure how I had missed him, with him being 6'1 and all. He had bright orange hair, which seemed to be sticking up in all directions. I forced my gaze back to the teacher in time to realize that he had been saying something, and I had completely missed it.

I sighed again, silently cursing my attention span. It wasn't that I couldn't focus, but more like I didn't know when. Even without the teacher telling me so, I gathered that this must be a new student, and that we are to make him welcome, and all that good stuff. I looked back to the new student, before he was assigned a seat. I was slightly startled to meet a gaze when I thought I was unobserved. He had bright, jade green eyes, and seemed to be looking in my direction. Of course, one of the most beautiful girls in school sat two desks behind me, so it was probably her he was staring at.

I looked away, staring out the window again. I looked up when I caught sight of someone in my peripheral vision. It was the new student, and he was taking a seat right across from me. I turned my head back, and folded my hands in my lap. I was determined to not look at him at any point in time over the next hour. But, being me, I slipped up more than once. He wasn't looking at me any of those times, which seemed to confirm that he had been looking at Selena, and not me. I stifled a sigh, and went back to looking out the window.

I had just started to collect my far away thoughts when the bell rang, signaling the end of class and school. I picked up my already packed book bag, and slung it over my shoulder. I waited a few moments, letting the mass of students get out the door before me. I wasn't one for shoving my way through packed groups of teenagers. I stood up, only slightly daunted by the weight that hung on my shoulder. I made my way out of the class room, and began to follow the familiar corridors and hall ways that led to the front of the building.

Once I was out of the building, I made my way down the side walk, following it until I came to the corner. My mind was far away when I rounded the corner. I didn't see the tall figure in front of me. I didn't notice when he turned around. I did happen to look up when I walked into him. And I did happen to notice it was the new guy from school as I fell backwards. The added weight from my book bag caused me to veer to my left. I slipped on nothing, and tumbled onto my side, landing painfully on my arm. I grunted and rolled over. I felt my book bag digging into my back, but all I could focus on was the orange hair boy kneeling beside me. I felt him grab my shoulders and pull me into a sitting position. That's when I finally focused on his words.

"—you okay? I'm sorry, I didn't see you." He said, with a worried look on his face. I stuttered and mumbled something that I hoped sounded like "I'm fine." I think it came out more like "Mmfinn". He didn't look convinced. I was hauled to my feet as he rose. I stumbled slightly, and then steadied. I gently tried to tug my arm from his grasp, but was unable to. I sighed, and looked up at him. I really had to crane my neck back to look at his face. His head was bent down, studying me as I stood under his towering form. I noticed that my book bag was still lying on the ground, and I bent to retrieve it. I didn't get far.

"I'll get it." He said his voice quiet, yet deep. So I stood there, feeling slightly foolish, as he gathered my book bag, and slung the strap over his shoulder. I decided to speak up as he started to walk back around the corner.

"I'm sorry I ran into you… I wasn't pay attention." I said, look at my feet. He made a dismissive gesture at my apology and continued walking, with me in tow. A cold breeze swept over me as he opened a door, and walked me inside. I was placed in a chair as he walked off to a counter. Now that I was sitting down, I took the opportunity to gather my surroundings. I appeared to be in an ice cream shop, from the smell and the murals. The mural depicted an employee serving ice cream to some children, which made me smile. It smelled like, like… happiness. I mean, who would come and get ice cream when their angry or sad? And even if they did, they probably left happier then when they came in. I looked over to the counter and watched as Orange handed the employee some paper bills, and accepted a colorful cup in return. A long pink spoon was placed inside as he walked back over to me. He sat down in the chair opposite of me, and smiled, pushing the cup towards me.

"I'm sorry about before, I probably shouldn't have been standing behind corners." He said, laughing as he ran his hand through his orange hair. I waved his apology away, as he had done to mine.

"It's my fault; I should have been paying more attention to where I was going…" I said, staring at my swirly and colorful ice cream cup. He laughed again, and motioned to my cup. I picked it up, and looked at its contents. It appeared to contain vanilla ice cream, but was colorful due to the M&M's that had been sprinkled throughout. I pulled the spoon out, and stuck it in my mouth. It tasted wonderful, like happiness. So I scooped more ice cream out, and placed it in my mouth. I savored the cold colorfulness of it, and I was tempted to close my eyes. I resisted the urge, and had another spoon full instead. I looked over to Orange as he watched me. I questioned him with my eyes, but, in case he didn't know how to read eye, I raised an eye brow. He noticed, and smiled, but took another moment before he started talking.

"A sort of 'I'm sorry', if you follow." He said, motioning to the cup I held in my hand. I nodded in understanding, but truth be told, I didn't understand. All well, just another thing to add to the list of things I didn't understand. Orange sat up straighter all of a sudden, and laughed again. I raised my eye brow once more, and motioned for him to explain. Once he stopped laughing, he stuck out his hand. Not knowing what else to do, I grasped it with my own. He shook it and said "It's nice to meet you, I'm Shawn." I almost felt like laughing. I had gone through all this without knowing his name.

"I'm Ally. It's nice to meet you as well." I said, shaking his hand. I let go, and once again, grabbed my ice cream cup. It was a little less than half full. I looked up and saw him nod.

"I have you in my last period class, don't I?" Shawn said, watching me with his jade eyes. I nodded, and stuck a spoon full of rainbow ice cream into my mouth. He seemed to be observing me almost. It was slightly unnerving. I ate another spoon full, and set the cup down. It was empty, which made me sad. I would have to remember to come here again. I sighed, and stood up. I wasn't looking forward to the walk home. Shawn stood as well, and handed me my book bag.

"Thanks for the Sorry ice cream. It was wonderful." I said, looking up at him. He had stuck his hands in his pockets after he handed me my book bag, but he withdrew one now, and ran it threw his hair.

"Sure, but next time I hope if won't be part of an apology." He said, and stuck his hand back in his pocket. I laughed slightly, and agreed. I shook his hand again, and told him I had better be going. He nodded, and said it might be a good idea for him as well. With a last smile, I turned, and walked out the door. I was half way home before his word impacted on me. He had said 'next time'… implying that he intended to do something of the like again? I felt my stomach turn, but not in a bad way. It was almost like a… happy way.

AN: Well hello, peoples of the world who happen to have computers. I wrote this a while ago, and never posted it. So here it is! Tada!