Title: Real People

Email: metafix90@hotmail.com

Website: http://www.rengintumer.com/

Story:
Opposite... Or not?

"I feel... lonely. Popularity is a burden. I know I shouldn't complain, a lot of girls would like to be in my designer shoes. But how can someone live when only pretending to be what others want you to be? When I walk over campus, my feet get wet from the drool. But every boy I have dated seems to be fake. I have dated the hottest guys in a radius of 4 miles, but none of them could satisfy my hunger for love and affection. Isn't there anyone who isn't trying to be the most popular boy or girl? Someone who isn't artificial? I think I might have seen him today; he is the new guy from Mopey city. Everyone laughed at him, because he was wearing an orange sweater, green trousers and blue shoes. He didn't even bother! He is the only person I have ever seen that isn't interested in the opinion of others. When I looked into his brown eyes I felt all warm inside. I'm sounding like a cheap love story. What would happen if I would go against every rule of my social class and start to date him? Would he even be interested in me? Will all my 'friends' leave me or will I start a new trend or something? Maybe I'm just fooling myself and he is a jerk like everybody else. Maybe it is too good to be true. Mum, why aren't you here when I need you?"

"Oh my god!!!! He is like, a fucking retard! Look at him, he is dressed like a caveman!' squealed Jenny Makea. 'Amelia, look at him. He is pathetic!'. Amelia was standing in her circle of 'friends', gossiping about everyone. Tristan was leaning against the wall. It was true, he was looking like a complete idiot. But what was the big deal? He didn't want to be like the rest. He didn't care. All he wanted was a friend, a good friend. Someone who didn't care about what he looked like; someone to trust.

Tristan looked towards the bunch of girls and boys gossiping about him. "All artificial students, hiding what they're really thinking. But that girl, Amelia, she seems different. More real. No, I'm just kidding myself. She is probably just like the rest... Though her eyes seem to be full of truth. She has beautiful eyes. Stop dreaming, you fool. Even if she liked you, she wouldn't admit it!

"Honey, what do you want to eat?"
Tristan and his mother were sitting in the local restaurant of Trendyville.
Tristan was staring at his menu.
"I'll have the chicken soup and the potato salad with steak." He said. "Why is she pretending nothing happened? This is already the third time we have moved in only 6 months. I know she is devastated from the divorce, but why is she acting like this? It's not like if it is going to help to flee from it! I already have difficulties with finding friends and this is not making it easier!"
Tristan sighed.
"What's wrong, my dear?" His mother asked.
"Nothing, nothing. I"m going to the toilet."

Without looking where he was walking, Tristan walked to the toilet. "Aaaaaah!!!!!!!!"
Before Tristan knew what happened, he was lying on the ground with a girl half on top of him.
"Oh, my god. I am so sorry! Are you okay? I really must learn to look where I'm going when I'm running to the toilet!" she said while she stood up. "It's okay, I wasn't looking either" He said still looking to the ground. When he looked up, he was staring right in Amelia's eyes. He didn't know why, but his heart skipped a beat.
"Hey, you are that new guy, aren't you?" she asked.
"...Uh...y...yeah" he stuttered, "You remembered?"
Amelia smiled.
"Why am I so shy? And why does it touch me that she remembers who I am? Why am I feeling like this? She is the most popular girl in school, why would she even like me?"
He looked into her eyes and she looked back.
"Errr, I need to go... to the toilet. That's why I was running anyway. Will I see you tomorrow?"
"Er, yeah, sure" Tristan said and he walked away. When he looked back, he looked into Amelia's eyes again. Those beautiful eyes...
"Maybe I have found my special friend after all, and even more..." he thought.

"Of course I remember him. How could I forget those eyes? I hope I'm not mistaken, but maybe this can become something..." Amelia thought.

Comments: The drawing comes from Metafix, the story comes from Ilona Metafix:

Well, I wanted to enter the contest, and Ilona decided to kick in. So here we are XD