•For @princessofniall69 13 likes for Pt. 3! Sorry if it's bad...😬 - N.💜• Part 2: Once I was safely out of the house and driving down the street, I let my excitement out. Blasting my favorite Coldplay song, Viva La Vida, I made my way to the arena. Twenty minutes later, I had found my friend, my seat, and bought myself a soda. My friend nudged my elbow as a blonde haired boy made his was towards us, sitting down next to me. He looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back, in awe of his looks. Especially those blue eyes of his... Where have I seen those before? My friend tapped me on the shoulder as they walked on stage, bringing me back to reality. The opening music to Viva La Vida began to play, and recognized it instantly. "Ah, yes! This is my favorite song!" I said over the music. "Hey, me too." The boy said, surprising me with his thick Irish accent. "Looks like we have something in common." He added with a wink. I felt a blush creep on my cheeks. Usually I wasn't this shy, but I couldn't help it; This boy was attractive! Four songs later, the lights rose for intermission. I let out a sigh of relief, finally being somewhere I felt like I belonged. "So," the handsome mystery boy began, "what's your name?" I turned to him, feeling the same shyness rise in my chest. "I'm (Y/N). And what about you?" I questioned, wanting to finally learn his name. "I'm Niall. Niall Horan." He said, taking my hand and giving it a light kiss. That name, where had I heard it before? It took me a few seconds for it to click. "Wait..."
Anything I should change before I go over her in pen and color her? I need your feedback.
Never in my life did I think I'd have a Star Trek poster up in my room. Especially next to a Star Wars poster, but I think J.J. Abrams made it okay.
🔴Fan Fic Chapter Two:🔴 Chapter Two: I walked into the building, not so ready to start my day. My head was pounding, and for some reason, the note Johnny wrote me was an unending echo inside my mind. There's no way I could focus on my schoolwork, and Johnny and Dallas. Whatever. I walked in and sat down in the back row, third seat over. I have first hour math and this is the class I hate the most. I can't stand the teacher, and I am basically surrounded by Socs. My friend, Mark, sits in the front, so I have no one to talk to. Well, nobody really except Brody Collins, a Soc, that sits in front of me. He's always putting me down and calling me things like "white trash." Normally it wouldn't bother me, but today was the day it actually did. He kept calling me all of those names and were getting his friends to throw things at me and harass me in the same manner. Then, my anger was all unleashed. "Look, Collins," I stated with fire behind my words, "I've had enough of you. You're a no life, senseless, meat headed, jock that just takes up space! I don't wanna deal with you today. And you better believe if you mess with me one more time, I might just have the nerve to kill you!" What did I just say!? I felt good, yet I knew I was gonna regret it later on. "Hey! Curtis! Office, now!" Mr. Drummond yelled. I stalked out, and avoided an out stretched foot by Collins. What's Darry gonna say? Oh, well. Little did I know, the day was just getting started.