" Lance, I love you!"
Another heart confesses her stolen love. Pine green eyes stared blankly at the young female staring back hopefully at him. His hair fell over his eyes almost like a black veil, yet not conceling the cold, irritated glare forming on his face. " Get lost." Lance growled, turning to make his way down the hallway.
Lance, the cutest and most popular boy in the sixth grade, was also the most anti-social. That only made the girls swoon more. He was considered the 'bad boy' of the class and even the younger kids admired him. One girl in particular watched him enter her classroom from the opposite wall, glancing back down the hallway to gaze again at the rejected girl, who could only swoon at him more through her dispair. She sighed, feeling empathy for her classmate, for she, also, held a crush on Lance. Unlike the other girl, however, this wallflower would never admit it.
" Tasha!"
Hazel eyes glanced up as her friend dashed down the other end of the hall. " Audrey, you know we're not supposed to run down the hall." The dark brown-haired child simply laughed, patting Tasha's back. " Live a little Tasha! You're such a goody-goody you know." Audrey's light brown eyes spied the back of Lance going to his seat in the classroom, then glanced back at Tasha slyly. " Hey, you weren't oogling Lance again, where you?" Tasha blush brightly, shaking the auburn pigtails she called hair furiously. " N-Never! Besides, he's too cool to like me."
Audrey sighed, opting not to pry further in exchange for being on time for class. Instead, she dragged Tasha inside, trying to think of a plan. Tasha, in the meanwhile, tried her best not to gaze over at Lance, though she wanted to.
Some time passed, and Tasha was soon forgetting about what happened that morning. The bell rang for lunch, and Tasha promised Audrey she'd meet her at their lunchtable. As she took her time to gather her things, she felt someone's eyes on her, but she expected it was just Audrey deciding to just wait for her friend. However, Tasha was surprised to see that it was none other than Lance, watching her with an emotionless face.
" Your name is Tasha Goodmen, right?" he asked bluntly, and she simply squeaked in reply. He chuckled, smirking and nodding. " Cute." That simple word, that one simple word, made Tasha go heads over heels. However, she was also frozen in her spot, which meant that instead of doing anything, she stood there like an idiot and let him walk away to lunch.
" Follow your heart! Go after him!"
Tasha bit her lip, knowing that voice. " Bee, I thought I told you to leave me alone." she sighed. A small being appeared floating next to Tasha's head, not much bigger than a doll, and looking quite like one as well. Bee's hair, light brown and in perfect spiral ponytails, tiny yellow crown, green eyes, and large, poofy orange dress gave her the appearence of a princess but Tasha knew better. Unfortunately, only Tasha could see Bee. " Is that any way to greet your childhood friend?" Bee frowned.
Tasha ignored her and headed off to the bathroom with her things. "Bee, what are you doing here? I'm too old for an imaginary friend, I told you that!" Tasha scolded. Bee pouted, shaking her head. "I'm a part of you, Tasha. You need me. How can you be more outgoing without my help? I'm no ordinary imaginary friend, you know." Bee wagged her tiny figure, winking.
Tasha was about to retort something when she thought she heard something. Pausing in the hallway, she turned around, looking around. She didn't see anything. Sighing, she turned back around to the entrance of the bathroom, but she felt a rough hand grab her arm. Dreading who she would see, Tasha slowly turned around, the three figures looming over her confirming her worst wishes. Eighth grade boys.
" Well, well, a sixth grade baby away from the flock. A cutie at that." the one holding her snickered. " Well boys, should we show her what fun we do with we do to lil' sixth grade girls?" Tasha closed her eyes, fearing the worst, her body vibrating with fear.
Suddenly, the sound of a fist colliding with something hard rang in her ears and the rough hand pressing against her wrist suddenly lifted. Tasha's eyes blinked open, seeing Lance there in front of her and the eight grade leader against the wall with a bruise on his face. " Leave her alone." Lance growled coldly, glaring at the eighth graders.
The boys glared back at Lance, about to attack him at once. Tasha bit her lip, wanting Lance to come out okay. Her nails were pressed into her palms from her unconsciously balled her hands into fsts as she begged for Lance to come out okay.
As the older boys came closer, Lance attacked back with a fury, subduing all three with ease. Bruised and overpowered, the boys fled, leaving Lance and Tasha alone. Well, Bee was still there, hovering behind Tasha timidly.
Turning around, Lance studied Tasha carefully, trying to see if she was hurt. " They didn't touch you, did they?" he asked softly. Tasha shook her head, having lost her voice as soon as Lance spoke again. " If there is anything that you need, let me know. You should go to the nurse, though." he added, holding out his hand.
Bee raised an eyebrow, snickering before she pressed her hands against Tasha's back and entered the sixth grader's body. As soon as Bee possesed Tasha's body, she smiled. " Kiss me!" Tasha suddenly tackled Lance to the floor and liplocked with him, hugging him tightly. The mischevious little Bee snuck back out mid-kiss, leaving Tasha in a very awkward situation.
The shy girl blinked, taking a minute to comprehend the situation, then scrambled off Lance as soon as she realized what Bee did. Blushing hard, Tasha stared at the ground, unable to connect eyes with Lance. However, she felt a finger touch her chin, and her eyes slowly raised to meet Lance's. " Tasha, I have a confession to make." he muttered softly. Her cheeks blushed more, unable to beleieve that he was really going to say what she thought he would.
" Tasha, I'm not real."
Tasha blinked, completely confused. " What?!" Lance frowned, sighing again. " I'm not real. I'm created from your imagination. An illusion." he explained. Tasha reached for his hand, holding it in hers and rubbing it. " You have to be real. You're perfect. You are every girl's dream." He shook his head, placing his other hand on top of hers. " No, I'm your dream. You have a special ability, and I'm made from that. You made me for me to seem real, but I'm only an illusion. You're what some call Gifted." Tasha didn't understand what he was talking about. Gifted? Like singing or acting? No, Tasha wasn't like that. She was a wallflower. But then, what was Lance telling her?
" What do you mean Gifted?"
Another heart confesses her stolen love. Pine green eyes stared blankly at the young female staring back hopefully at him. His hair fell over his eyes almost like a black veil, yet not conceling the cold, irritated glare forming on his face. " Get lost." Lance growled, turning to make his way down the hallway.
Lance, the cutest and most popular boy in the sixth grade, was also the most anti-social. That only made the girls swoon more. He was considered the 'bad boy' of the class and even the younger kids admired him. One girl in particular watched him enter her classroom from the opposite wall, glancing back down the hallway to gaze again at the rejected girl, who could only swoon at him more through her dispair. She sighed, feeling empathy for her classmate, for she, also, held a crush on Lance. Unlike the other girl, however, this wallflower would never admit it.
" Tasha!"
Hazel eyes glanced up as her friend dashed down the other end of the hall. " Audrey, you know we're not supposed to run down the hall." The dark brown-haired child simply laughed, patting Tasha's back. " Live a little Tasha! You're such a goody-goody you know." Audrey's light brown eyes spied the back of Lance going to his seat in the classroom, then glanced back at Tasha slyly. " Hey, you weren't oogling Lance again, where you?" Tasha blush brightly, shaking the auburn pigtails she called hair furiously. " N-Never! Besides, he's too cool to like me."
Audrey sighed, opting not to pry further in exchange for being on time for class. Instead, she dragged Tasha inside, trying to think of a plan. Tasha, in the meanwhile, tried her best not to gaze over at Lance, though she wanted to.
Some time passed, and Tasha was soon forgetting about what happened that morning. The bell rang for lunch, and Tasha promised Audrey she'd meet her at their lunchtable. As she took her time to gather her things, she felt someone's eyes on her, but she expected it was just Audrey deciding to just wait for her friend. However, Tasha was surprised to see that it was none other than Lance, watching her with an emotionless face.
" Your name is Tasha Goodmen, right?" he asked bluntly, and she simply squeaked in reply. He chuckled, smirking and nodding. " Cute." That simple word, that one simple word, made Tasha go heads over heels. However, she was also frozen in her spot, which meant that instead of doing anything, she stood there like an idiot and let him walk away to lunch.
" Follow your heart! Go after him!"
Tasha bit her lip, knowing that voice. " Bee, I thought I told you to leave me alone." she sighed. A small being appeared floating next to Tasha's head, not much bigger than a doll, and looking quite like one as well. Bee's hair, light brown and in perfect spiral ponytails, tiny yellow crown, green eyes, and large, poofy orange dress gave her the appearence of a princess but Tasha knew better. Unfortunately, only Tasha could see Bee. " Is that any way to greet your childhood friend?" Bee frowned.
Tasha ignored her and headed off to the bathroom with her things. "Bee, what are you doing here? I'm too old for an imaginary friend, I told you that!" Tasha scolded. Bee pouted, shaking her head. "I'm a part of you, Tasha. You need me. How can you be more outgoing without my help? I'm no ordinary imaginary friend, you know." Bee wagged her tiny figure, winking.
Tasha was about to retort something when she thought she heard something. Pausing in the hallway, she turned around, looking around. She didn't see anything. Sighing, she turned back around to the entrance of the bathroom, but she felt a rough hand grab her arm. Dreading who she would see, Tasha slowly turned around, the three figures looming over her confirming her worst wishes. Eighth grade boys.
" Well, well, a sixth grade baby away from the flock. A cutie at that." the one holding her snickered. " Well boys, should we show her what fun we do with we do to lil' sixth grade girls?" Tasha closed her eyes, fearing the worst, her body vibrating with fear.
Suddenly, the sound of a fist colliding with something hard rang in her ears and the rough hand pressing against her wrist suddenly lifted. Tasha's eyes blinked open, seeing Lance there in front of her and the eight grade leader against the wall with a bruise on his face. " Leave her alone." Lance growled coldly, glaring at the eighth graders.
The boys glared back at Lance, about to attack him at once. Tasha bit her lip, wanting Lance to come out okay. Her nails were pressed into her palms from her unconsciously balled her hands into fsts as she begged for Lance to come out okay.
As the older boys came closer, Lance attacked back with a fury, subduing all three with ease. Bruised and overpowered, the boys fled, leaving Lance and Tasha alone. Well, Bee was still there, hovering behind Tasha timidly.
Turning around, Lance studied Tasha carefully, trying to see if she was hurt. " They didn't touch you, did they?" he asked softly. Tasha shook her head, having lost her voice as soon as Lance spoke again. " If there is anything that you need, let me know. You should go to the nurse, though." he added, holding out his hand.
Bee raised an eyebrow, snickering before she pressed her hands against Tasha's back and entered the sixth grader's body. As soon as Bee possesed Tasha's body, she smiled. " Kiss me!" Tasha suddenly tackled Lance to the floor and liplocked with him, hugging him tightly. The mischevious little Bee snuck back out mid-kiss, leaving Tasha in a very awkward situation.
The shy girl blinked, taking a minute to comprehend the situation, then scrambled off Lance as soon as she realized what Bee did. Blushing hard, Tasha stared at the ground, unable to connect eyes with Lance. However, she felt a finger touch her chin, and her eyes slowly raised to meet Lance's. " Tasha, I have a confession to make." he muttered softly. Her cheeks blushed more, unable to beleieve that he was really going to say what she thought he would.
" Tasha, I'm not real."
Tasha blinked, completely confused. " What?!" Lance frowned, sighing again. " I'm not real. I'm created from your imagination. An illusion." he explained. Tasha reached for his hand, holding it in hers and rubbing it. " You have to be real. You're perfect. You are every girl's dream." He shook his head, placing his other hand on top of hers. " No, I'm your dream. You have a special ability, and I'm made from that. You made me for me to seem real, but I'm only an illusion. You're what some call Gifted." Tasha didn't understand what he was talking about. Gifted? Like singing or acting? No, Tasha wasn't like that. She was a wallflower. But then, what was Lance telling her?
" What do you mean Gifted?"
