Everything Seemed Perfect [Norway X Reader]

You sat on a chair, just outside the principal's office. You were new to the school and just moved in from [City]. Your dad's job was moved here and he just had to take you with him, since you're the only one he's got.

"Mrs.[L.Name]." The secretary behind the desk called.

You hurried to the desk and smiled shyly at the woman behind. "Yes ma'am?"

"Here's your locker key Mrs.[L.Name]." She smiled, handing you the key.

You took, said thank you and went on your way.

As you walked, hundreds of students walked right past you, ignoring the new girl in school. The hallway seemed crowded, so you squeezed yourself though the next corridor. Your face brightened at the sight of your locker. You walked up to it and was about to open it when three boys came to interrupt you.

"Hey there, you new here?" The one in the middle asked. He seemed to be the leader of the three.

You simply nod.

"Cool. I'm the Awesome Gilbert!" He stated proudly. "That there," He pointed to a blonde who was holding a rose. He winked at you. "Is Francis." He gestured to a brunette eating a tomato behind him, "And that's Antonio!"

You looked around back to them, "Oh uhm. I'm [Name]."

"So [Name]! Where you from??" He asked right after you said your name. Which, kinda surprised you.

You felt uncomfortable. They didn't seem all too friendly. "[C-City]."

The bell started to ring, meaning that all the students must be in their first subject's room withing ten minutes.

"Oh shit. Our room's still in the next building." Gilbert cursed. He turned to you then smiled, "[Name], if you need anything, anything. Just come to us and ask, alright?" He smirks.

You nod, "Alright."

"Good. See ya later Frau~" Then they were on their way.

Frau? What the heck was that? Was he German or something? You didn't care much anymore. You didn't have first and second period so you had the time all to yourself to explore the school before hell starts later after break time. So, you decided to go to the school's garden first. The secretary earlier suggested that it would be a great place to start. So, that's where you're headed.

You were about to go down the hallway when you heard Gilbert laughing loudly behind you. You turn around to just in time to see him bang a blonde to a locker. It was loud, you could tell from the boy's expression that it did hurt. His books fell on the ground as he clutched the arm that was hit by the lockers. Gilbert laughed then went on his way.

When his group had finally gone, you hurried to the boy's side to help him pick up his books. As you knelt, you took a quick glance at his face. He had dull blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. Just before you could say anything, he stood up. You did too, then handed him his books.

"Thank you." He uttered then was on his way.

xxx

At lunch time, you walked through the field where most of the students ate. The last two subjects wasn't really that bad since it was only English and History, but still you couldn't find any friends. You plastered yourself under the shade of a tree and sat alone, trying to read a book.

From the distance, again you could hear Gilbert's obnoxious laughing. You turn to his group. You could see he was holding a football ball and was ready to throw it at someone, you followed his eyes which led you to the same boy he had picked on earlier. He threw the ball which directly hit the boy's arm. Again his books fell from his arms, as he fell to the ground. You didn't need to think twice, so you ran to him.

"Where's your troll now, Lukas??" Gilbert teased. "C'mon! Hit me with your magic!!"

By the time you reached him, he was already starting to pick up his books. As he stretched his left arm, you noticed that he winced a bit. You guessed it was the arm Gilbert hit. You knelt down to help him pick up his book.

"What was he talking about?" You tried to ask him.

Still looking down, he replied. "Soon enough you'll find out."

"Find out what?" You asked.

He stood up, then you followed. You handed him his books but you were still waiting for an answer. And finally, he gave it.

"That I am not the kind of guy you would want to hang out with." Shortly after saying those words, he left.

xxx

Already a week has past since your first day and finally you've found someone who understands you. Her name was Elizaveta, and she came from Hungary. She came to your school because of her mother's job. You two had grown fond of each other and observed that most of your liking were alike.

You were currently walking home from the park. You spent alot of time with Elizaveta finishing projects and studying for quizzes that you had forgotten about the time.

As you passed by the hillside about two blocks away from your house, you decided to just take a break there. Anyway, your father would come home from work at 11:00 or so, by that time you're sure that you would already be back. And so, you trudged to the near oak tree that was planted right infront of a field of flowers. You felt so much at home when you hung out here.

Slowly and peacefully, the wind blew though your hair, pulling it to it's wave. It felt nice and relaxing after a hard owned project. With a sudden feeling, you stop in your tracks detecting someone else's presence. Quickly you hid behind the oak tree, peeking to the vast field of flowers beyond it. Your eyes landed on a familiar blonde boy who you just recently met on school. It was Lukas.

You had learnt his name from the gossips and small talks of the students around you.  They say that he spends most of his time in the Magic Club room doing all sorts of black magic. But at the sight of what he is performing now, it didn't look like black magic. It just looks like plain, magical magic.

He lifted his hand up to the sky; the wind blew smoothly through his hair as he closed his eyes, letting all the energy sink in. As he concentrated, thing strands of sparkling blue neon lights started to circle him. The neon strands sparkled with a silvery color that matched it's hue. He slowly opened his eyes as the neon blue lights started to gather above him, formed into a ball. And with the flick of his finger, the ball of blue neon glittered with a quiet explosion, showering him with the beautiful light as everything around him seemed to sparkle. He sighed a sigh of relief, relaxing himself with the thought of the week finally being over.

Unconciously, you stepped out of your hiding place, marveled by the show Lukas put up. It was simply amazing. How could people overlook such a talent he had? You slowly walked up to his side, admiring the work he had done and feeling the same relaxed feeling he had. As you stop by his side, you took a moment to look around before finally fixing your gaze on him. To you, he looked to be sparkling. The blue neon light sort of complemented the yellowish golden light that was reflected on his eyes from the moon above you. His blonde hair was pulled to the breeze's wave and so was you [h'c] hair.

A small smile had now tugged on your lips. You reach for his hand. You didn't know. It just seemed right. To let him know that someone else accepts him. That someone else, rather than his Club mates, think that his talents are really talents. As your hand came contact to his, he drew it back at first, but then he tentatively reached for your hand. Realizing that he needed the comforting warmth.

"The breeze flew by and for a second, everything seemed perfect."