Free Fall : a FetaLindo Fanfic

Hi everyone, I'm Allie Fevor. 

You might all be wondering what this story's about. It's about me and my love life. Cue choir of angels singing the key of G.

HAHA.

How straightforward. Oh, and cliche. Don't forget cliche. But I guess there's this one thing that might "break" the being too mainstream of this entry. 

I'm in-love with a girl. 

Okay, fine. Maybe it still is a bit mainstream since it's already the 21st century with probably a fourth, or even half, of people worldwide waving rainbow-dyed flags. But I don't know. I personally don't think it is since my parents hate the fact the I am into a girl.

No, I'm not crazy if that's what some of you veterans in conservative-thinking are... well... thinking. No, we don't need to identify who the guy is in our relationship, because we are both young women in love. The absence of a man isn't essential. Yes, I'm quite happy. And yes, happiness is very, very important.

At least that's what I would answer back to my parents whenever they'd scold me about it - if I actually could answer back.

Cutting to the chase, her name is Peyton Levann.

Let me describe her to you:

She's quite petite, just like me; she has this long wavy blond hair that's usually tied up into a bun on top of head; her eyes, her most dazzling feature, are as blue as the oceans; her face is quite smooth and flawless so as with her whole body *ahem*; she's a swimmer in our school's varsity team, almost automatically meaning she's got a good build; she loves to eat cinnamon and vegetables and hates chocolates and sweets, which is really weird; she loves the color pink (as in really); she's super girly; and last but not the least, she's one of the popular kids. Meh.

Hmm... Will I describe myself too?

There's not much to tell, really. I'm pretty plain, pretty boring - well that's what some people would say. I would describe myself in the loud colors of black, white, and grey. Yeah, loud colors. Loud in giving off a negative expression, as to the stereotypes, that is. From there I guess you would conclude I'm one of the alternative kids listening to rock bands and wearing thick eyeliner, purple-dyed hair, and band shirts of the eternal Rolling Stones. Well, you're right - except for that purple-dyed hair thing. I like my hazelnut hair just right. And no, I don't look like the type of person who'd sell drugs and firearms and be the suspect of the cafeteria-burning kinda thing. I'm not antisocial. I'm just high-key alternative, low-key troublemaker, and middle-key weird girl (again, according to high school stereotypes bullcrap).

I guess this intro's enough.

I hope you guys, girls, and gays like our story. 

Xoxo,

Allie

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A/N : 

Hi guys!!!!!!!!

My friends and I are actually shipping these two classmates of ours. I mean, really. They look good together! So yeah, this wlll probably be written and co-written by LOTS of people. OTP OTP OTP!!!! <333

Enjoy! ;)