|Seventeen Candles and A Touch Of Happiness
Author: Abandoned-At-Sea PM
Hope's birthday is finally here, but so is college. He doesn't think he can get a grip on life, feeling that he's nothing and worthless. But, can happiness come his way and save him? Lets hope so, before it gets to him! Rated T for language, and suggestive themes.Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Romance - Hope - Chapters: 9 - Words: 8,986 - Reviews: 13 - Favs: 5 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 09-28-12 - Published: 08-24-12 - id: 8460666
|A+ A- Full 3/4 1/2 Expand Tighten|
Blah, I'm tired. Anyways, I decided on what I wanted to do with this chapter, but I'm not 100% sure if it will turn out right. Anyways enjoy. Also, any critique is welcome.
Vanille turned around in her seat when she heard a deep, fustrated sigh, that could only belong to Hope. Vanille gave him a small smile and motioned for him to sit in the desk beside her. Hope hesitated and walked to the back of the room, where two desk sat. "Another year to fail. Great." Hope pulled out his schedule from his pocket, and looked it over. His classes were Science, Biology, Language, History, and Business Ed. "Business Ed, huh? Great.." Hope slowly lowered his head onto his desk, rubbing his temples. His head throbbed with a migrane from hell, which quickly took in affect. While Hope was not paying attention, he heard a backpack hit the floor, and someone slide into the desk next to him. Hope turned his head and looked at the person that sat in the seat. A girl with straight black hair, that was half down her back. She had on a half cut shoulder top, that was black, and had a design on the front, and some shorts that had the pockets showing at the bottom. "I don't know if today is getting better, or worse.."
After an hour had passed, Hope's homeroom teacher came in. She was a younger, bubbly looking woman. She came in with a huge smile, and walked to the board. She took a blue marker, and wrote the words "Mrs. McMyars' Class"Hope was pleased she was organized. The teacher then pulled out a keyboard, and sat in her chair at the desk, infront of the class.
"Goodmorning, class! It's nice to meet you all. I'm Mrs. McMyars, and I hope you all enjoy your year. Now, how about we call roll?" With that, she put her clip board on her lap, and started to call out names. Hope's mind trailed off, until he heard his name. "Hope Estheim" Hope snapped into reality, and gave a small hand raise. Mrs. McMyars nodded with a smile, and continued to call out names.
"Great! Everyone is here. Now, I'd like to discuss college to you newcomers." She stood up, and wrote some things on the board, which were rules, and ideas to help the newer students.
"College isn't like highschool, guys. You're getting older, and this is a path to your career. You want to find a good job, and not tossed away in some factory, or fast food restuarant, right? Right."
"Wow, she knows what she is saying, despite her young appearance." Hope kept listening, knowing he shouldn't go into dreamland.
"Some of you will be owning businesses, doctors, artists, or a famous actor, actress, or photographer. Regardless what you choose, it'll be something that will affect your lives, for a long time." Mrs. McMyars clapped her hands together, and then stood up.
"Here are some papers that you need to fill out, and bring back as soon as you can. It'll help us understand your needs, and help us get you where you strive too." Mrs. McMyars passed out the papers, and smiled.
"Okay, you all will have a break in just a few minutes, so you can do whatever you want, quietly. Please remain seated, and be on best behavior."
Hope stuffed the papers inbetween a few pages in his notebook, and then pulled out his ipod from his pocket. His then stuck the earbuds in his ears, and then blasted his music. He sat back quietly, shifting through the blue ipod, and settled on a song. He then looked at the girl to his right, who was trying to hide her arms with a sweater. Hope got curious, and looked a bit closer. "Scars..." He didn't get into her business, but he wanted to find out her name.
"Excuse me, but what's your name again?" He asked her, with a small smile. The black haired girl jerked her head up in shock, and said nothing at first. "Blythe..." she said quietly. "Okay, that'll help some..maybe she will be cool, since we might be stuck back here during homeroom meetings." A loud ring broke Hope's train of thought, as he grabbed up his black bag, throwing it over a single shoulder, and shoving his hands in his pockets. Whenever he got to the door, Vanille grabbed his arm. "What's your problem?" she asked, a little concerned. "Nothing. I'm tired and feel really shitty, okay? I don't need you on my case today, Van." With that, Vanille turned in an opposite dirrection, leaving Hope to himself.
Serah then caught up with him, and jerked on his arm. "Come on, we got break." Hope sighed. Following in behind her, Hope shut the world off for a moment. Before he knew it, he was outside, beside Serah and a couple of her friends. "Why now.." He was about to walk off, when he felt a tug at his backpack. "Fine. I'll stay." After Hope stood in the group, ignoring the talk of who was the hottest guy, what they would wear tomorrow, and how gross the food was, Hope felt like banging his head to a wall.
When the clock struck 3:15, Hope went for his car, followed in behind a bubbly Serah. Hope tossed his backpack into the back seat, and Serah done the same. "Hope, you okay?" Hope sighed. "Yeah. Just want to go to bed, and sleep. I have nothing else to do anyway." Serah gave a frown. "How about I uh..come over? We can find something to do...that is, if you want company." Hope shrugged. "If you find staring at the walls amusing, be my guest."
Hope pulled into his driveway, and got out of the car, escorting Serah in. Serah looked around in delight. "Nice place you got here. It's clean, and nice." Hope shrugged off the comment. "Eh, it gets me by. I have somewhere to eat, sleep, bathe, and so on. Sit down, and I'll fix you some tea or something." Hope then moved to the kitchen, and pulled out two tea cups. They were both baby blue in color, and had a darker blue swirl boarder, topped off when a brilliant white rose in the middle. Hope warmed up some mint tea for him, and rose tea for Serah. He took the two cups in the living room, and handed Serah a cup. "Be careful, they are really hot." Serah nodded, and looked into the tea. It was a shear pink color, and had a white swirl in the middle, where cream sugar had been carfully mixed in. The smell of rose and mint filled her nose, as it calmed her. "They smell great.." She told Hope. The silver haired one smiled, and gave a thanks.
Serah grabbed the remote that sat on the coffee table infront of them, and then turned it onto a movie. The movie was about a man losing his mother at a young age, due to her protecting her 3 children. Hope looked away at points, but he had to admit, it was pretty good. After a while, rain started to pour lightly, and then got heavier, causing the power to pop. "Damnit.." Hope growled out to himself. "No worries, Hope. I can stay here..if you want me to. I can sleep on the couch or something, so you don't have to drive in that." Hope shook his head. "I'll sleep here, you can sleep in my bed. But go grab something to eat first." Serah shook her head. "Since your bed is king sized..maybe we can..uh.." Serah's face turned darker than her skirt, causing her to look away. It was the weekend, so it wouldn't be anything if she stayed. "Okay, fine. But if you fill uncomfortable, I'll get up..." Hope brushed his bangs down with his hand, and showed Serah to the room. "Wow, nice room!" Serah flopped down on Hope's bed, like it was a cloud, snuggling into the covers and sheets. Hope gave her a smirk. "I'll be back. I need to change."
A few minutes later, Hope came back in with a white t- shirt and some heavy like pajama bottoms. He took his place in the bed, and scooted closer to the edge. Serah seemed to come closer to him, though. "Hope..I-I don't..like being in the dark alone." "You're 19. How the hell are you afraid of the dark?" Hope kept his thoughts to himself. "I could turn on the hallway light or something if you want me-" before Hope could finish, Serah was snuggled into Hope's chest. Hope's cheeks flushed a light pink, making his whole body warm. Now, he had more space to move, but Serah was stuck to him like glue. "I-It's okay.." His scent filled her nose, making her smile a bit. Little did anyone know, not even did Hope know, that Serah was deeply into him. Hope kept stiff, unsure what he should do. Once again, Hope had a sleepless night, and kept Serah feeling safe. He dozed off lightly, but when Serah moved, he woke up. This was indeed, going to be a long night.
Oh, look. Things esculated quickly.
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