Lorien Love

A/N: This is a "I am Number Four" Fanfiction. Some of the info comes striaght from, "I am Number Four, the Lost Files" It is a romance between Nine, and Seven, (Not Marina) Marina isn't in this, new Seven, or Maddy, is taking her place. Thanks for reading please vote/ comment! 

He’s one of the garde. I just know it. It’s this weird feeling, but I know he is. Still, I can’t very well go up to him and say, “Hi, are you one of the aliens from the planet Lorien who are destined to save the world form the Mogs.” What if I’m wrong and he’s just a normal boy? I watch him as he talks with Mike and Mike. Oh crap, he sees me. I should probably act like a silly girl, so he doesn’t get suspicious. I look away, and I feel real blush on my cheeks. Some time later, I glance at him, and see he is looking at me. I give him a small, nervous smile. Wait, why am I nervous? This boy shouldn’t make me nervous! He gets strapped into the cords, ready to climb the wall. This is it, I think, see how agile he is, this could determine if he is in the garde. He doesn’t start well, and soon after he falls. Oh well, maybe he isn’t one of the garde, I might as well go home, it’s not like I could ever go out with him. Wait. What did I just say? Do I like him? AHHH BOYS!

Nines POV (Taken From I Am Number Four the Lost Files)

            Defeated by a human wall and some sweaty palms. The mat cushions my fall. It isn’t my body that’s hurting, it’s my ego. I lay on the mat, not wanting to get up and face the eyes of the rec room.

Her eyes.

Tall Mike peers down at me. “Guess you did need that harness,” he says with a smirk.

Short Mike helps me off the mat, telling me it was a good first try. I’m barely listening. My eyes sweep the room, looking for the girl.

She’s gone.

Seven’s POV

I head down my road to the penthouse. “Hiding in plain sight” as my cpan, Alia. She said that a very good friend of hers once taught her that trick.

“Hi Maddy,” she says as I exit the elevator into our penthouse. My name isn’t actually Maddy, I’m number seven. But as we move around on earth, I change me name. “Hi,” I say, distracted by that strange boy at the rec center.  “What are you thinking about?” Alia asks. I shrug. Her eyes widen, “You met a boy!” She knows me to well.

“No, well yes, but I think he is one of the garde.” I say. Alia stops trying to hide a smile and is now serious, “What do you mean?” “It’s just a feeling.” “Keep an eye on him.” Alia says. We are silent for a while, before Alia says, “Come on, I made dinner.”

We practice for the first half of the next day. My legacies are developing. I know I have telekinesis and can breath underwater. I’d rather not go into detail of how I figured that one out.

It’s around 2 when we finish, and Alia suggests I go back to the rec center and see if I can find the possible garde member. I scoff down a peanut butter and Nutella sandwich, brush my teeth, and pull on some un-sweaty clothes. I think I have a new legacy about eating Nutella. That stuff is to die for.

I walk through the doors and see him sitting in a chair. His head is down, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration.  It’s extreamly cute.

I go up to him and take a breath, “Is this seat taken?” He waves to the empty bench seat next to him. My heart sinks, maybe he really doesn’t care. Another deep breath, “Hi,” I put on my most winning smile. The boy looks up at me and sort of just stares at me for a while. I hold out my hand, to prevent things from getting awkward, “I’m Maddy,” He doesn’t take my hand.