They HaVe Fallen In Love

Chapter One - Introduction

A/N:

Ahright, this is my first chapter, I'm a bit excited, for some reason =))

okay, before anything else, i would like to apologize for the failed cover of my story. I admit, i suck at editing. I'll try my best to improve it, so don't kill me yet =))

Second, I'm dedicating this whole story to my awesome awesome friend, Venice Lanario (follow her in twitter, JustVenice_), for giving me the idea of making a fanfic =)) and yeah, she's the main character of my story. I love you so much Venice =** 

Third, I'm a Filipina. So mostly of the conversation, between Venice and her family is in Filipino, but don't worry, there's a translation. The rest is in English.

That's all for now.

Enjoy!

-Dana 

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**Venice POV**

Hi! My name is Venice Bernadette Louise Sullano. You can call me Venice, or Ven for short. I’m 17 years old (turning 18 this December) and I live in the Philippines. I’m 5’6” in height, slim and I have a long black hair reaching two inches above my waist. I wear glasses and I’m not the best dresser in the world. I live a simple life. I have a younger brother and sister (who are twins) and they’re 2 years younger than me. My father is a seaman while my mother is a flight attendant. My parents are not always around so we have our aunt living with us.

I’m a fourth year high school student in a private school near us and boy, competition is hard. Nothing to boast here, but currently I’m having the first honor in our class. Many people think when you’re on top, you are smart. Seriously! Where do they get that? Probably, I’m just a good student who do my assignments and read in advance (or in other words, geek.) But I’m no extraordinary. I’m just any other girl who have fun (if you can call studying fun) and have stress in life.

Although I study and take care of my siblings, I have some pleasures of my own. (yep, besides from studying.) I love One Direction—like I’m a huge fan. But they’re my not-so-dirty little secret. Of course, I’m a nerd, who in the whole wide world would believe that a nerd like me is a fan of One Direction? If I’m in public, I’m supposed to be smart looking and serious. But when I’m alone, it’s like I’m transforming into another creature—an obsessed fan! I have their posters and CD’s. I even have their book and Live Tour DVD (which, by the way, cost a lot!) in my bookshelf—my secret bookshelf. I know, its lame and no fun, but what can I do?

Another day at school, same old people, same old teachers, same old topic—One Direction. I always want to join their discussion, but they’ll refuse to talk to me (maybe if they want their assignment done, they would. I know, mean right?) maybe because I’m a geek or because I’m not fashionable. I don’t know. You may suggest to change the way I look but I don’t know how. I don’t have the slightest idea how.

“uy, andito na yung freak.” (hey, here’s the freak!) I heard one say.

“uy, baka marinig ka niyan.” (hey, she might hear you.) Another unknown voice said.

“eh ano? Totoo naman.” (and so? It’s true.) She answered back.

“alam mo, narinig kong kinakanta niya yung What Makes You Beautiful kahapon. Yung nga lang, mahina lang.” (You know what, I heard her sing What Makes You Beautiful yesterday. She’s not too loud though.)

“ha! Fan siya ng One Direction? What the hell, hindi ako makapaniwalang may oras p siya sa ganon!” (ha! She’s a fan of One Direction? What the hell, I can’t believe she has time for those.) she paused a second because she continued.

“Kaya niya lang kinakanta yun kasi akala niya sinasabihan siya ng 1D n maganda siya. Pero, sorry siya, hindi!” (she’s just singing that because she thought 1D is telling her she’s beautiful. But sorry, she’s not!) they all laughed at the thought. Hurt, I walked away.

The day went so fast I didn’t noticed it’s already dismissal time. I grab my bag and headed for the school service. I sat in the passenger’s seat (which is a good place for me since I don’t talk to my servicemates and they don’t want to talk to me too), buckle my seatbelt and waited for our service driver finish loading the bags of my servicemates. While waiting, I looked outside the open window and stare at my beautiful classmates, Jem and Angela, sitting at the bench they are the most beautiful people living. Sometimes, I wish I’m one of them. I sighed in desperation when I heard the loud slam of the door.

“Day dreaming eh?” I heard Kuya Ryan asked. (Kuya is a Filipino term for older gentlemen for respect.)

“eh, di mo naman ako masisisi.” (eh, you can’t blame me, you know?) I said slowly.

“Maganda ka naman, Ven ah.” (You’re beautiful, Ven) Kuya Ryan said as he start the engine.

“Hindi kaya! Tignan mo ko. Geek ako! Wala akong fashion sense. Wala akong kaibigan, o kaya, wala akong lakas ng loob para makipagkaibigan. Freak ako! Tignan mo sila!” (No, I’m not! Look at me! I’m a geek! I have no fashion sense. I don’t have friends, at least I don’t have the courage to have one. I’m a freak! And look at them!) looking at the two girls sitting in the bench.

“Tignan mo lang sila! Ang gaganda nila! Talented sila, kaya nilang magsalita! May manliligaw sila na nagkakandarapa para lang sa kanila. Perfect sila! Sila yung mga tipong gusto ng mga lalaki.” (Just look at them! They’re beautiful. They’re talented, they can talk. They have their suitors falling head over heels for them! They are perfect. They’re what boys want in a lady.) I sit deep in my seat and pout.

“Ven, hindi ka naman geek. Matalino ka. Unique ka. Maganda ka sa sarili mong paraan. At kahit walang lalaking nagkakandarapa para sayo, may taong nandyan lang. naghihintay para sa tamang oras.” (Ven, you’re not a geek. You’re smart. You’re unique. You’re beautiful in your own way. And even though no boy fall head over heels for youe, somebody is there. Just waiting for the right time.) I remained silent. I hate it when he’s right. We arrived at my house. I waved good bye to Kuya Ryan and went straight inside.