Chapter 2

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I wake up to the sound of my favorite song, Pretty U by Seventeen. I sit up and stretch as I smile brightly and wish my fish good morning.

(What should I name the fish?)

Then I open the windows and say hello to all the birds that are outside the window singing happily. I skip happily to the bathroom, saying hello to my younger sister as I pass. She's three and says good morning back to me cheerfully everyday. I giggle a little for no reason and she joins in. I enter the bathroom and turn the shower on. While I shower I listen to more Seventeen songs. They are just really talented people and I love their music.Then I hop out of the shower and walk back to my room to get dressed. I look sadly at my closet wishing that I didn't have to go to school today so that I could wear something different. But my friends expect me to look a certain way, and I don't want to disappoint them since they're the only friends I have. So I pull out a pair of black ripped jeans, a black turtleneck, a white button down, and a pair of black vans. After I put on the clothes I grab a couple silver chains and earrings. With all my piercings full and my neck decked out

(*FLEX*)

I grab a pair of round silver framed glasses to finish the look. I almost walk out of my bedroom but then I remember something important. I sigh and walk over to the desk in my room and do something really fast. Then I take my black leather backpack and walk out the door not forgetting to kiss my mother goodbye.

On the way to school, like I always do, I stop by the local coffee shop and ask for a vanilla frappe and a plain bagel. All the people from the coffee shop know me and my order since I stop by every morning for the exact same thing. They all wish me a good morning and a happy day at school. I smile genuinely at each and every one of them, thanking them all. One of the owners always comes and pinches my cheeks when I'm about to leave, and today without fail she came and pinched my cheeks saying fondly as I left the shop, "Keep smiling! We need more positive people like you in the world!" My smile faded as I thought what it would be like if she ever passed by my school while I was with my friends. Brushing those thoughts aside I got onto the bus and began to write the note for my person. They are one of the most popular people in our school. I have always been jealous of the clothes that they wear. They're all so soft and big! I wish that I could wear the kind of things that they wear, but I would get judged by everyone in the school and I don't want to be any more of an outcast than I already am. Sure, I have my group of friends, but they aren't totally my friends. I need to dress and talk a certain way around even though that's not how I want to be. I wish I could be the way that I wanted to be, but then I would have no friends. Haha, it's okay though. I'm fine.

While I'm writing the note I listen to more Seventeen. The song that comes up first is Aju Nice. It's one of my favorites, it's super upbeat and fun to listen to and it makes me smile every time I listen to it.

(Highly recommend all of Seventeens songs!)

I wish that I could smile in school too, but my friends don't want me to smile ever. They tell me that my smile is ugly and if I ever want to be accepted I can't smile. Of course I listen to them, because they're older than me and probably know better. So instead of me smiling I encourage my note partner to smile in my note. Hopefully they like the note and it brightens their day. Then I see one of my friends come onto the bus.I quickly change the playlist to Runaway Children, (hehehe...;)) since they have a darker theme and that's what my friends want me to listen to. As always my friend comes and sits next to me and gestures for one of my earbuds. I hand it over, seemingly willingly, but in my head I'm wishing I didn't have to give it to them and I could keep listening to Seventeen. When we reach the school my friend hands my earbud back and leaves the bus without me. I don't mind, I know that they have more important things to do than to hang out with me while I go down the hall. I stop by my note partner's locker and slip the note inside. Then I walk to where my class is, heading directly to the back where the rest of my friends are sitting.

The first class I have is math class. I'm pretty good at math and I enjoy it. I might become a math major or go into engineering once I graduate Highschool. Today we're learning how to divide one right angled triangle by another. It was pretty simple once I learned it. As I did the math in the class I started to space out a little and think about what my note partner would think of my note. I had developed a little bit of a crush on them. I know it's a little cliché, "baddie"with another side falls in love with the popular kid, but I don't know I just think that they're attractive and they seem fun to be around. If only I could talk to them without having to worry about my friends. Before I knew it the bell was ringing and it was time for us to go to our next class. The rest of my classes passed pretty quickly. I only shared one class with my note partner and it was art class, which meant I couldn't see what they had made since all the art in class was anonymous. I had a pen, a piece of paper, and some colorful markers that I smuggled back without anybody noticing. I didn't want to ruin the image that my friends had spent so long building up for me.

After Art class was over I ran out the door of the school and then to the cafe where I normally did my homework before I went home. I was so embarrassed. The person I had a crush on caught me staring at them. Now about the cafe, don't get me wrong I love my family and I want to spend as much time as I can with them, but even I need a little time to myself to do my homework. First things first I go into the bathroom and change into some more comfortable clothes and fix my hair. Nobody that goes to my school comes to this cafe and even if they did I highly doubt they would be able to recognize me. I go to my usual table and sit down pulling out my homework assignments, laptop, and earbuds. First things first I need to get something to eat or drink so that I'm not just using the facility and not helping to pay for anything. I go to the counter and order a layered mango and strawberry smoothie. Then I wait there until my order is finished, pay for it and then go back to sit down. I happen to look out the window to see my note partner and crush go into the bathroom across the street. Maybe I'll be able to work up the courage to go and talk to them. I sip my smoothie and wait for them to get out of the bathroom so that I can go over and say hello. They walked out of the bathroom and I started choking on my smoothie. They had completely changed their outfit! Earlier at school they were wearing a big pastel sweater, jeans, and white sneakers, but now they were wearing a pair of black jeans, a striped long sleeve shirt with a black tshirt on top, combat boots, and a chunky silver chain necklace. So basically what I wear to school, they were wearing now, and what they wore to school I'm wearing now. Oh yeah, I changed into blue jeans, a white tshirt, an oversized tan cardigan, white chunky sneakers, and half frame glasses. What is this!? I said to myself, do you think that we're connected somehow? Then I hit myself mentally. Why am I thinking these things? There's no way I could guess that we are connected just by how we dress! Whatever, I should still go over and say hello right?

A/N: Which character do you think is which? Do you think I went the cliche route with Chan being the bad boy and Felix being the soft boy? Or do you think I went opposite? Let me know!

The things in parentheses are my thoughts or random jokes that I thought of when writing this. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Come back next Thursday for Chapter 3! 

Did y'all ever play smuggler when you were little? Or smuggle random things up to your room?

Signing out, Blueberrt Muffun :) <3

A/N 2: I thought I published this yesterday, but apparently it didn't publish, oops...

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