Our Love, Our Fate {Andi Mack Multi-Ship Fanfiction}

Chapter 1 with A/N

November 13th, 2017

The sun, in all its might, shone brightly on this warm autumn day. The rays blinding to the human eye, encasing one side of the planet, are not looking to leave. The heat emitting from such a colossus source in the city of Salt Lake, Utah kept animate objects content. Little fluffy balls of cotton occupy the light blue sky, appearing not too close but spaced. Not one large area was covered, but most of the land and water were exposed to the light.

Little children frolic freely in the fields without a fret; fish swarm the tiny bodies of water; strays stroll the vicinity for food that seems so scarce; pets graciously cement their paws onto the ground floor for one of its last times until Spring arrives; and those who aren't inside their houses are out about in the park.

The park is widely inhabited by the citizens of Salt Lake City, for it is popular amongst all ages that the city itself has from its people. Within the outdoor space, which is loved by most people, the scenery is unlike any other. The ponds that act as a home for tiny fish, its water glistens in the sunlight and the fish bathe in its glory. Tree limbs bounce softly up and down, the leaves that are still left rustles, hitting upon its neighbor constantly. Small wildlife roams the land and play with those who come near. From miles away, humans can be seen walking along the paths that lay on Earth's firmament. Teenagers packed together in groups spend time together until the late hours of the day after the gracious sun lays to rest. Owners walk their dog, and the once empty fields are jam-packed with kids and their sports activities. It's aesthetically pleasing.

Trees stand tall like giants, blocking blinding sunlight to those who stand directly in front of it. The leaves and branches are confronted by the light, leaving humans the wonderful thing called shade. Where Jonah sat, he was not covered by sunlight but sat in the shade. The boy sat on a park bench conveniently located by a tree.

The boy's demeanor did not look nice, but in fact, quite the opposite. His head leaned onto his hand bent backward, body tilted to the right on the far right side of the park bench. His right leg rested on his left, which is firmly planted onto the ground. The elbow that held his head perched upon the arm of the park bench. Its steel jabbing into the flesh of the boy. Although the slight pain, he didn't flinch.

A slight breeze blew around in the autumn air; the lush green grass swayed back and forth happily in unison; the hair follicle hanging down Jonah's forehead began to move gently, gliding against the soft, unmarked skin. He grunts, his hand brushing the string of hair back up to the top of his head. He rested his hand upon his lap.

"Love..."

Slips past his full, red lips and crystal, white teeth. The dark, deep tone of his voice reflects on the events of earlier and one could hear the regret and anger in the tone of his voice. His fingers bent back and forth, stretching and then retracting bones with every movement; the crack of bones were silent but sent a rush through his veins. The wind kicked up a bit; the lush green grass swayed a bit harder; long hair on the heads of women and girls flew every which way; and tree limbs would bounce as the leaves would hit amongst its neighbor.

"Is..."

He continued, the dark tone he presented before stuck on like glue for the second word of the phrase he was slowly revealing. The right leg that rested on his left descended to the ground, his foot slamming into the dirt and grass. Along with his legs moving, his arms did too. The elbow that was pressed against the cold steel had left the presence and moved onto his thigh, both elbows planted firmly on his thighs. The hands he used to play frisbee was balled into a fist, meeting together. Jonah's head bowed down, his Hershey-Kiss colored eyes stuck onto his balled fists.

The wind blew harder once again; the grass that once moved keenly in unison had moved in all sorts of directions. The bright-colored leaves flew off the branches of trees and danced around in the wind, eventually landing on the grass. His own hair moved rapidly on his head.