THE FIRST KID

Chapter 1: Art Class

A/N1 I do not own All-American Girl nor do I own the characters. This fanfic follows the story but is written from a different perspective, which is David’s point of view. Hope you like it, and please R&R. This is my first fanfic so please be merciful!

A/N2 I know that some of you have already seen an AAG fanfic with David’s POV, but I just really wanted to give this a try. Oh yeah, this fanfic was inspired by -TangoPepperoni- who also wrote a David POV fanfic, so everything you see here that is similar to her fanfic is most likely her original idea.

A/N3 The title “The First Kid” is taken from the movie of the same name.

“So, since everyone’s already here, I might as well tell all of you that we will be having a new student here in our class. Her name is Samantha and I expect her to arrive in a few minutes or so…” Susan went on with her sort of preparation speech, she was preparing all of us but it looked like she was mostly preparing herself. She didn’t really need to prepare both us and her. Really, she doesn’t.

My—I guess you could call them— “classmates” aren’t really very welcoming, so all sorts of preparations are useless. You see, I’m the youngest in the class. Lynn, Gertie and Jeffrey are very much older than me, except Jeffrey, he’s probably around his 20s.

Hopefully this Samantha girl is also about the same age as me. God knows, I need more friends, ever since my family moved to Washington D.C. my whole life has changed. My dad is now the president of the United States, I live in the White House and I now attend a geeky science school named Horizon and I’m the only one there who appreciates art. Everyone is always so competitive…it makes me sick. Really, it does.

What’s worse is John, a secret service agent, goes wherever I go. He’s also in this art class. No, he isn’t an artistic person like me; he was just obliged to take the art class so he wouldn’t get bored while I stayed in this art studio for a couple of hours. Oh yeah, I have to wear dumb ol’ suits all the time, especially when appearing in front of the press, the media…and publicly. I get breaks though, so today I just a wore a Save-Ferris T-shirt, one of my favorite bands, but not so much as No Doubt.

I doubt that I would be friends with this Samantha though. My conversation skills with girls are like… zero. How embarrassing is that? To be perfectly honest, I’ve never even dated a girl in my life. So, I guess you could say “That figures.”

I went away from the window when I saw a car pull over in front of the building and I sat on the paint-spattered bench with a drawing pad in front of me. I realized immediately that everyone was already sitting down. I grinned. The thought of me worrying by the window over this girl I haven’t even met while everyone’s already started drawing was pretty ridiculous.

I started to draw then, just like everyone.

Susan placed the bowl filled with fruits on top of the center table minutes ago. Still life. Very easy. I started regaining confidence but I still had the nervousness in me. As much as I want someone who is also in their teens in art class, the thought of having a girl who is most likely my age here is very …distracting.

Nervous as I usually am, my hands were sweating. No, forget that. I’m never nervous. Not like this. How the hell will I be able to draw now?

I started to focus on the drawing again, hands trembling. Gradually, I started to act like a normal human again.

“If she is cute, I swear, I will never be comfortable in Susan Boone’s art class ever again. Never.” Said a voice in my head. God, what is WRONG with me? I honestly could not help but laugh at myself.

I started worrying again. John will probably tell my mom, the First Lady (weird…”First Lady”…), that I’ve been acting strangely ever since a girl named Samantha started art class in Susan Boone’s. The thought makes me sick. I haven’t even met, let alone seen, the girl, for Pete’s sake.

My thoughts were disturbed when the door opened and when Joe, Susan’s crow, started squawking. And I saw her. She was dressed in all black, had bright red hair, and was wearing boots with Wite-Out daisies on them. I was wearing combat boots as well. She told Susan to call her Sam. Sam it is, then.

All in all, she’s cute. I suddenly remembered the line that popped in my head a minute ago, and started forming a conversation with myself.

“If she is cute, I swear, I will never be comfortable in Susan Boone’s art class ever again. Never.”

“Well, look David, she IS cute.”

“Yeah, she is.”

Sam stared at Susan as if she’s the oldest lady she’s ever seen in her life. I couldn’t help laughing so I bit the insides of my cheeks to stop it. No one seemed to notice though. Susan then started introducing her to all of us, and as soon as introductions ended, everyone, including myself, looked back at our drawing pads as if we didn’t really care.

I started to regain my confidence again, I’m not really nervous anymore.

She took her seat next to me then and I turned to her direction.

I winked at her and said “Nice boots”.

Stupid thing to say? I didn’t really think so. But then she looked at me as if she was trying to figure out what I was (What did I do wrong?), and she blushed deep deep red. OK…wrong thing to say then.

After a couple of hours of silence and drawing —except Sam being attacked by Joe the crow! That was VERY funny! I didn’t show her that I was laughing though— Susan asked us to place our work on the windowsill. She gave each of us comments regarding our work. She said that mine had excellent juxtaposition, that John had improved a lot (I laughed to myself) etcetera etcetera.

She then reached Sam’s work; it was obvious that she didn’t draw what she saw just as what Susan Boone had told her to do. She even drew a pineapple when there was none. I have a HUGE feeling that she isn’t going to art class next week due to this Pineapple Incident. She looks—the constant blushing of her cheeks gave her away­— embarrassed enough to come back.

I hope she comes back again though, I’ve never felt this “alive” (atleast to myself) in Susan Boone’s before. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy having these art classes, it’s just that, this is the first time that the class has been very interesting.

And to think that I kept worrying over this a couple of hours ago…

A/N4 Like it? If so, thanks! If not, please tell me what I should improve on. I’m very open to constructive criticism! I will update in a week!