Well, well, well. Since I love to throw my fics out there...I think I'm gonna start posting some of my fics here :) My slashy Obi/Ani ones will go to Ewan_Hayden though. The rest will find a place for themselves here :)
So w/o further adue...
Genre: Drama, Romance, Humor (of a sort), Angst, Action (sorta)
Characters: Staring: Anakin and Obi-Wan
Supporting: Qui-Gon, Palpatine, Padme, Siri, Shmi, Garen, Bant, Tru, Darra
Minor: Yoda, Mace, Maul, Grievous, Bruck, Ventress, Xanatos, Dooku, Quinlan, Aayla, Barriss, Bail, Ferus, OCs, a bunch of other people
Summary: Can you imagine all the SW characters in high School? What would everyone’s lives be like then?
Notes: This is probably one of the most radical SW AUs you’ll ever read. A thing to remember is that there is NO significant age gap between Ani and Obi, they are both in their Junior year of HS as of the start of this fic. Also for characters of other species, such as Maul, Yoda, and GG, some changes had to be made to fit them into our world.
Temple High didn’t vary much from any other typical high school. Square and Wacky teachers, subjects of all sorts, cliques and gangs, and a social system with too many unwritten rules for an outsider to understand.
Freshman year was the time to establish your social status, sophomore year was to certify it, and juniors simply had to make sure not to lose it.
Junior Anakin Skywalker had no mind to lose his and he was making sure that this year he wouldn’t be arriving in school on the first day in his mother’s Volkswagen. Blonde, tall, with blue eyes, a million dollar smile, and a charismatic nature he could have easily been the most popular guy in school. However, Anakin left the peek to the football jocks and asertified himself a position or high rank with one exception, the Loner Accessory. I was better that way. He didn’t bother anyone and no one tried to get into his head. He was everyone’s buddy but no one’s friend. Tru and Darra were the only two people with whom he hung out consistently.
“Mom,” Anakin started, glancing wearily out the window as they were starting to get close to the high school. “Can you drop me off around the corner, please. I can walk the rest of the way.”
Shmi looked over at her son with surprise. “Ani is there something you’re not telling me?”
“No, Mom, I just want to dropped off around the corner.”
“But I always drive you to school.”
“Mom, when I get my motorbike I’m gonna be driving myself anyways.”
“Yes, but you don’t have your bike yet do you?”
Anakin sighed in exasperation. “Ok fine…I can’t arrive in school on a Volkswagen.”
Shmi glanced at him briefly. “Ani, you never had a problem with our car. Why start now?”
“Because it’s my junior year. Coming to school in my mom’s Volkswagen is like driving a Ford explorer to school.”
Smi threw him a questioning look.
Anakin went on as though he hadn’t noticed. “The only person who does that is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I really don’t get that kid. His parents could have gotten a Ferrari, for God’s sake, and what does he buy? A Ford!”
“And who is this Obi-Wan Kenobi?”
“Every teacher’s pet.”
Shmi looked over at Anakin with a disapproving stare. “I feel like you’re judging this boy. And I know I have taught you better then that.”
Anakin only looked out the window.
“Despite what you can get out here and be saved the embarrassment of not coming to school in a Ferrari.”
Anakin knew that his mom wasn’t mad at him but this had become a touchy subject for them. It was just the two of them, Anakin never knew his father or anything about him for that matter, and they weren’t exactly loaded. It had never bothered Anakin much until high school. Then things started getting complicated and what annoyed him the most was seeing preps like Kenobi throw away their money on Fords and classic books when they could have hot rides and IPods instead. He had enough pride to become resentful. He didn’t always had the means to do all the things he wanted. That was another reason for his self seclusion. No one poked around where they weren’t suppose to.
Anakin leaned over and gave his mother a quick kiss on the cheek. “Bye, Mom. Love you.”
She watched her son go with sad eyes. Anakin was growing up and he wasn’t the exuberant young child he use to be anymore. What other people thought could mean nothing or everything to him. Anakin had been saving up for a motorcycle for years now, working hard in the summers to earn the bulk of the money he needed. Maybe once that goal was fulfilled the gloom that seemed to be settling over him would lift. Shim had a feeling, though, that it wasn’t a motorcycle that her son needed, but a good friend.
“Another summer gone and another year begun! We hope that you have refreshed yourselves and are ready for another great year of acquiring. I hope that you have all re-united with you friends for, of course, they are very important in your life, and in your school life as well. The staff and I will all work to give you a great year. Are we ready for another great year at Temple High? We you make us proud? Will you show the other schools that we are the best?”
A roar of approval went up from the jam packed gym bleachers as Principle Palpatine stopped for a moment in his Welcome Back speech.
Obi-Wan Kenobi was one of the few people who were not giving into the presentation. Just another rally for another year. It was the same every time. He ran a hand through his sleeked back copper hair and returned his attention to his schedule. Math AP, English AP, History AP, Spanish 3, Chemistry AP, and Sociology. Another six subjects to get As in. Though he had no idea how he would survive pre-calculus AP and Chem. AP but it wasn’t like he had a choice. If this was what he needed to do to get into Harvard he would do it. Even if it killed him. He was sure his parents would tae no less. There wasn’t any such pressure from them that he could stick a finger at but he was sure that they expected it of him. Just like his step father, who was like a real father to him since he had never known his biological dad whose family name he carried, expected him to be the best on the fencing team.
But then what was pressure to him? He had lived with it for what seemed like forever to the point of barely noticing it. He just wished Garen and Bant would stop telling him that he never had any fun. He had fun. Learning was “fun.” Though everyone else’s idea of sun seemed to be going to a party and getting drunk he preferred a nice quite evening at home with an intelligent book in hand.
A/N: Well if you'ce gotten this far you just as might comment right? Lol...anyways all reviews are highly appriciated and loved!