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Seven Years Ago...

THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 1K!! Here's a clip from Vienna and Luke's past for as a thank you. Enjoy.

Vienna didn't want Luke there.
The five year old girl wanted to live in a house with just her and her mother. She didn't want a random kid she'd only met once living with her.
She remembered last year, when they'd first met. They were having Christmas dinner at Luke's house, which was HUGE. Vienna was amazed. She'd grown up in a cottage with only two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a sitting room that joined with a kitchen.
When she first saw the other kids, she'd hid behind her mother. Vienna had been shy, and she didn't want to talk to any of the other kids. She was only four, and there was a seven year old among the children that scared her. The youngest was a boy her age. There were two five year olds who Vienna guessed were twins.
Because it was Christmas, Vienna was dressed nice. She wore a red dress they'd gotten from a thrift store and black tights that fit snugly. Her black flats fit well, and her short caramel hair was down. (A/N: I'm translating everything they say to English since it's not from Vienna nor Luke's POVs, but just know they are speaking in German.)
"Run along," Her mother urged. She walked off to Vienna's dismay. Somebody tapped her shoulder, and she spun around.
The boy stood behind her, beaming.
"Hello!" He said, joyfully. "How are you? What's your name? I'm Luke."
"Vienna." She said her name so quietly that Luke only heard the first part of it.
He leaned forwards. "Vee?"
"Vienna," She said louder, annoyed.
"Ohhh," Luke replied, a twinkle in his eye. "You're a city!"
Vienna stormed off.
That'd been her first impression of Luke Blitz, and she refused to call him Luke or even talk to him. She'd call him Lukas, his real name.
Luke had been confused as to why his parents were all bloody. When Vienna's mom had come and taken him to her home, he'd asked what happened to his parents.
"They're asleep," Marcy had replied.
"Well, when are they going to wake up?" Luke had questioned.
Vienna now stared him down from the tiny couch. He was sitting on the floor eating a plate of leftover spaghetti.
She would not share a room with him, no matter what her mother asked. Ever since he'd moved in with them, she'd been acting different, scolding Vienna more often and paying less and less attention to her.
It made her quite sad.

. . . .

Vienna did not look at Luke while they walked to school. She ignored him when he asked her questions, and as he waved to everybody they passed.
When the arrived, she left him to sit at her usual table, by herself. None of the girls wanted to be her friend because she liked playing with the boy toys, and none of the boys wanted to be her friend because she was a girl. She watched Luke from across the cafeteria. A group of children instantly invited him to sit down, and, for only a moment, Vienna regretted pushing Luke away.
It was during recess that everything began to change.
She was sitting on the swing set like she always did, quietly singing the songs they'd learned in church to herself and finding friends among the shapes of the clouds in the sky.
"Can I play with you?"
The voice belonged to Luke. She turned to him, and her sad eyes met his friendly ones.
"But you have friends," She responded quietly.
He frowned and shook his head. "No. They're not my friends."
"Why not? You sit with them in class."
"I won't anymore. They chase girls around with bugs and wrestle each other in the grass. I think I'd rather listen to music and stories."
She stared at him, bewildered that they had something in common.
"I like to listen to music."
And so the conversation began, and Vienna felt her lips stretch into a smile.
Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.