miracle (miracle) wrote in luke_noah, @ 2008-09-14 18:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | -[luke/noah]-, fanfic, fanfic: [alternate universe], ยป by: tisaumi |
Fan Fic: View from an Outsider
Original poster: tisaumi
So, I'm basically never satisfied with my stories, but for some reason I couldn't get over how much I wanted to rewrite THIS story. So I finally did!
Title: View from an Outsider
Author: Tisaumi
Chapter One
Pairing: Luke&Noah, and Noah's friend
Rating: PG 13
Summary: Noah's best friend's entire life changes when Luke Snyder moves to their school. He watches as Noah falls in with Luke, and over time, he feels himself develop feelings for Luke as well.
Genre: Romance, Drama
Warnings: Language, AU
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Noah and I used to be really close. In fact, we used to be best friends. I’m not quite sure what to call us anymore. We’ve known each other since kindergarten, so I guess you could call us “childhood friends.” We both played soccer, and somehow, we always ended up on the same team, which made for some interesting competition. Noah was always claiming he was better than me. I just claimed he was a bonehead.
We used to spend so much time together. We’d play video games at Noah’s house (he always won, but only because he cheats), wrestle in his bedroom (again, he won only because he cheats! He has a problem with tickling people in order to win) and spent time trying to improve each others soccer skills. Noah was always so goofy and laid-back, and just plain fun to be around. I’m a lot like him, which was probably why we got along so well. I guess the two of us could’ve been considered popular….Okay, so yeah. We were definitely popular. All the girls wanted to go out with us, while all the guys wanted to hang out with us. It was like everyone worshipped us, willing to do anything we asked. Man, those were the good ‘ole days. Sadly, the good ‘old days pretty much ended in the 6th grade. Why, you ask? Well, it’s all because of one person. One single, small, blond haired person. Luke Snyder.
He came to our school at the beginning of the 6th grade, moving from who-cares-ville. If we had to label him, he was the type of guy who ate lunch alone, not because he couldn’t make any friends, but because he didn’t want any friends. He was really quiet and snapped at anyone who tried to talk to him. He was the epitome of depressed, his whole being giving off an angry light.
He had longish blond hair, bangs falling into a pair of intense brown eyes, which by the way, were icy and cold looking, searing at all of us. He was thin, and a bit on the small side. I guess you couldn’t really call him bad looking, but whatever. I always judge from first appearances, and I automatically decided I didn’t like him. The first time I laid eyes on him, I turned to look at Noah, hoping to share a laugh about the new loser, but Noah’s eyes were fixed on the blond, and he appeared mesmerized. As if the person standing at the front of the room wasn’t a homely boy, but an angel, an array of gold light surrounding him and singing a harmonic melody.
And then…Noah’s face came to life and he was smiling, his eyes magically transforming into sparkling pools of laughter. Noah’s eyes are always expressive, revealing all the thoughts wadding around in his mind. But I had never seen them light up like that, especially not for someone he knew nothing about. I was confused by his reaction, but I just shook my head before turning away, pretending I hadn’t even noticed.
It turned out that Noah somehow already knew the blondie, and he spent the rest of the day trying to converse with the weirdo. But all he ever received as answers were a bunch of rude commands and questions, including, but definitely not limited to; “Will you shut up,” “Why won’t you leave me alone,” and “Go away!”
Most people would’ve have stopped bothering Luke and leave him alone. It was obvious Luke didn’t want to befriend Noah, much less anyone. You’d think Noah would understand that. You’d think he would get the hint. But no. The freaking idiot kept up his antics for weeks, desperately trying to become friends with Luke/ I really don’t know why he was so persistent. In our eyes, there was nothing about Luke worth fighting for, and fighting for Luke wasn’t worth being treated like shit. Luke would always respond by nonchalantly calling Noah names, as if he was purposely trying to wound Noah. As if he was purposely trying to drive him away. Hell, if I was Noah, I wouldn’t have taken that from some sass talking emo-case. None of us would’ve.
All Noah was trying to do was be friendly, but did the weirdo appreciate his efforts? Nope. Not one bit. But Noah still refused to give in, even after Luke got so annoyed with him that he punched him in the face, giving Noah a black eye. I don’t know exactly when it happened, or even why, but one day, Luke came into class, and he smiled at Noah. Not a fake, “oh it’s so great to see you, even though it’s really not,” smile, but a real, genuine, sincere, friendly smile. And Noah smiled right back.
Since that day, things changed drastically between them. Noah started sitting with Luke during lunch, and every time I called him to hang out, he’d tell me that he had plans with Luke. Honestly, but I had no idea what the hell was happening, but I missed my best friend. I had no idea what he saw in Luke, and I hated that he chose to hang out with someone so moody and antisocial instead of me. Okay, so I was basically jealous. Sue me. As if you wouldn’t be jealous if you were in my shoes. I mean, leave it to Mr. Popular and liked by everyone to ditch his cool friends to hang out with the reject. I seriously had no idea how the two managed to get along, because they were so freaking opposite. I mean it! Seeing them walk down the hall together, side by side, it was never more obvious. One of them smiling and energetic, while the other had a small half-smile, his composure calm and unyielding. In our eyes, it was simply puzzling. The way the two, so different in both their ways of thinking and their approach to life, could somehow be friends.
But, whatever the reason and why, the two were really close, and Noah was extremely overprotective of his little Luke. Anytime I or one of the guys said anything bad about him, he’d blow up at us. One time, our friend Josh made the idiotic mistake of teasing Luke right in front of Noah. Needless to say, Noah hadn’t hesitated in punching Josh right in the fact and ending their friendship permanently. He’d gotten detention, but he just shrugged it off, as if it were no big deal. As if protecting Luke had been worth it. It was then that I started to realize that something about Noah was changing.
It’s been two years since then, and now we’re all in the 8th grade. Remember how I said Luke’s eyes used to be icy and emotionless? Well, I don’t know what Noah did, but sometime ago, the coldness melted, giving way for kindness. I wonder if either of them has noticed that.
They’ve become practically inseparable now. Noah spends all his precious little time with his precious little Luke, doing who knows what. He and I barely talk anymore, aside from soccer practice and an occasional “hello” in the halls. During lunch, he and Luke sit by themselves, talking quietly so no one else can hear them, and every so often, laughing because of their stupid, UNFUNNY inside jokes. No, I’m definitely not bitter, nor am I being hostile. How could you say that? Okay….so maybe I am bitter, but I’m not hostile. But don’t even try to tell me you wouldn’t be.
They always sit so impossibly close, as if they can’t stand staying away from each other, even for a little bit. Every time we go on school field trips, my friends and I find seats near each other on the bus. We always try to find Noah, and though we should see it coming, we find him sitting next to Luke every single stinking time. Their legs touching and Luke’s head resting on Noah’s shoulder, with Noah’s arm wrapped tightly around Luke’s waist. Usually, both of them are holding Noah’s digital camera with one hand as they go through the pictures. Their fingers keep grazing, whether on purpose or accident, we can never figure out. Neither of them ever seems to mind. They always sit together quietly, ignoring the mass of screaming, laughing, and hyperactive kids happy to get out of class that surround them. It seems like the noise just blends together, becoming a love song meant only for them. A song only the two of them can hear, cherish, and delve in to. They forget that other people matter in the world besides them. Hell, they probably forget other people even exist. They act so much like a couple dating that it’s nearly sickening. But…I can roll my eyes and pretend and pretend to be disgusted and annoyed all I want, but the truth is, I always feel a little jealous at how close they are. And I’m sure I’m not the only one. There’s something between them that seems so much stronger than a friendship. Something almost impermeable….invincible….unbreakable. Something that a lot of people long to share with someone. Noah claims there’s nothing weird going on between them, but I say monkey balls. There’s something going on between them, no matter how much I, Noah, or our friends try to deny it.
One time, I went over to Noah’s house to work on an English project about Romeo and Juliet, or something useless like that. We were suppose to be in groups of three and act out a part of Romeo and Juliet with props, costumes, and memorized lines. In my opinion, ridiculously stupid. Everyone knows the story of Romeo and Juliet by the 4th grade. After that, I really think there’s no point in making us actually read it, considering we all know how it ends. Besides, we would never have to use Romeo and Juliet in our actual lives.
Anyway, I paired up with Luke and Noah, and we agreed to meet at Noah’s house after school. I ended up going to Noah’s house a little later than I planned, and I walked into Noah’s room to find the two of them hugging. H.U.G.G.I.N.G. They had to be kidding me, but no. In fact, they didn’t even bother to acknowledge my arrival…or maybe they just didn’t notice, nor care.
Noah’s arms were snaked tightly around Luke’s waist, keeping him close to Noah’s body. Luke’s arms were wound tightly around Noah’s neck, and OH MY GOD! It had looked like he was sniffing Noah’s neck. Hell, it looked like he was trying to inhale Noah and swallow him whole. Okay, so I’m exaggerating. But it was still pretty freaky. Noah whispered something in Luke’s ear, and whatever it was, it made Luke’s entire face light up. Literally. All of a sudden....he looked like an angel.
His smile reached one side of his to other, his eyes dancing to a silent song of joy. For that moment…for the ONE golden moment…Luke was absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. I didn’t even know guys could be called beautiful, but that was the perfect word for Luke at that moment. And for that moment, I understood why Noah cared so much about Luke’s happiness. His sincere, heartfelt smile is one of the greatest gifts someone could ever receive.