smiles better

  • Jungkook: Hey, I bought this cool shirt.
  • Jimin: Oh, *looks it over, smiles*, it is pretty cool.
  • Jungkook: Okay fine, keep it, damn! *throws the shirt back at Jimin.*
  • *later that day*
  • Yoongi: So did you give Jimin that shirt you bought him?
  • Jungkook: *scoffs* Obviously.
  • Yoongi: You threw it at him, didn't you.
  • Jungkook: *scoffs, while looking sad* Obviously.
Angelic laughter -  Part 1

Originally posted by fabulousqueen

„Hey! Stranger!“

You took your view off of your book. Eventhough you weren’t any sure if it was you who was meant with the voice or not, you didn’t know if maybe you should feel offended. Being called stranger didn’t feel like an appropriate name for someone with…well, for someone. It was not a new thing for you to be the new girl in school. In the last four years your family had moved three times already and you always had to go to new schools. So this time you told yourself there was no need of making new friends, because you assumed you might lose them anyways when the year was over.

„Yes, you. Girl in blue.“

It was official. The voice meant you. You took a look around and saw some guy swagging right across to you. The way he walked made you laugh, eventhough you tried to hide it. It was hard not looking at him: his hair was light brown and his glazed blue-green eyes flashed through the whole cafeteria, it seemed. You remembered his face. The two of you had English lessons together with Ms Auwill. He sat on the rear school desk and usually spent most of his time drawing something. His name was John or James or something.

„Yes?“

„Is it okay if…well, can I sit with you?“

„Sure.“ You lowered your view on your perusal again and started refreshing your mind to find a way to make your brain think about Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte. You had read that book already, actually you read it about two times already, but it was still stressing and obsessing you when you tried to understand whatever happened in there.

While you tried to understand what page 44 was talking about you felt some blue eyes low-key observing every move you did and every breath you took. You coughed slightly to show the real stranger that you noticed.

„I’m sorry“, he mumbled with a soft voice. For the first time you took a real look on his clear face. One second you thought, maybe you had never ever seen someone with such clear skin before. In the next second you had to hide another laughter because of his helmet coiffure. „I didn’t mean to stare“, he kept speaking, „but I know how you feel. I was the new one before, too.“

Your eyes widened. „Really?“

John James Whatever hiked his shoulders with an innocent smile and looked away. „Actually, no. I was born here.“

„Here, in Liberty High, you mean?“

He had a white and blue shirt on which said exactly that. Liberty High. And a big blue 14.

You knew you had known him from somewhere else than only English class. He was a baseballer here in Liberty and you had seen him on the training more than once, every day after school when you headed on to going home.

„Oh yeah. I grew old with the black boards, you know?“ A tiny smile crossed his perfectly pinched lips. For a second you thought he had such a beautiful face, he could do an ad for facemasks or something. „How is your first week here going? Is everyone nice to you?“

You thought about for a second. Then you added a small nod. „It’s perfect. Everyone here is super nice.“ But you lied. It was your fifth day here and you had absolutely no friends. Not even one. This conversation was the first one you had at all, besides the talks with the teachers. You were not very good at making new friends, but the thought that you didn’t need many friends, because you would move in some months again, held your head up.

„What’s your name?“, he asked in a sorta shy way. Maybe he felt bad because he knew that the two of you had classes together. You felt like comforting him, because the only hint about his name to you was that it started with the letter J.

„I’m Y/N Y/L/N“, you introduced yourself politely and combed through your hair with your fingers.

„Y/N. What a pretty name“, the boy smiled and lowered his view on the table.

You tapped on your salver with your fingers as if you were waiting for something. Then you coughed sligthly again.

„Oh, damn. I’m sorry. I’m Jeff. Jeff Atkins.“

„Nice to meet you, sorry.“

For a second he smiled and looked directly into your eyes, what made the whole situation even more perfect. Then the ring bell. And you decided that this was enough perfection for the day. You stuffed your book in your bag and stood up with a smooth flow.

„Well, guess I see you in English then, Jeff Atkins.“

He smiled again and you could hear angels singing across the whole cafeteria. Before you left you turned around once again and stared into his face. He lifted his shoulders and opened his mouth as if he was trying to say something.

„Please tell me, I’m not a bet you lost.“

And all over the angels singing you could the sweet sound of a nice guy laughing. His laughter was so easy and uncomplicated that you could almost feel it melting in your ears. You had to laugh, too.

„Well, if there was a bet included anyway, it’d be one that I had won, Y/N.“

And with those kind words you saw Sorry Jeff Atkins vanishing into the wide corridors of Liberty High.

Tonight my dear son Kon and his dear Timothy are going to their prom.  I’m really excited for them, and just pleased they agreed to go!  Bruce and I had to kind of talk them into it… they’ve missed out on enough normal teenage stuff that they deserve a really fun night.  I remember having a lovely time at mine, and I want that for them. 💗