|Facades: Chapter 2
||[Feb. 16th, 2007|10:27 pm]
|[||Tags|||||character: anakin skywalker, character: obi-wan kenobi, character: padme amidala, character: siri tachi, fandom: star wars, fanfic, fic: facades, gen, het, paring: anakin/padme, paring: obi-wan/siri||]|
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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.
Obi-Wan peered through the crowd of students exiting the gym after the Welcome Back speech to try and find the owner of the voice so familiar to him. He finally found her in the crowd, not too far away from him, being jostled toward the gym doors. ‘Bant cut her hair,’ was his first thought.
Bant had been a friend of his since elementary school. She had pure blonde hair and gray eyes. She had always had long hair and preferred it worn in a bun. Now She had cropped it short so that the ends curled to tickle her chin. “Hello, Bant. Nice haircut.”
She laughed. “I felt like it was time to change…well, something about myself.”
“Never thought of you as a change person. Where is Garen by the way?”
“Right behind you.”
Obi-Wan whirled to face the grinning tall boy behind him. “Blast! Don’t you have anything better to do then to startle me?”
“What took you so long Garen?” Bant asked slightly irritated. “We’re gonna make Obi-Wan late for class.” The comment earned her a glare from Obi-Wan.
“I, ah, had to avoid running into The Gang. Had to take the long way here.”
Obi-Wan shook his head. “Why can’t those idiots leave people alone?”
“It’s not in there nature,” Bant said. “What class do you have first, Obi?”
Obi-Wan looked down at his schedule. “Spanish 3, oh joy. I have a distasteful tendency to have unlikable people in that class along with me.”
‘J1, J1, where is J1?’ Anakin looked around the area he was in and sighed. He was back in the C buildings. God! He had been at this school for two years now and he STILL didn’t know where all the classrooms where. If it was another class he wouldn’t mind ditching but he actually didn’t mind chemistry.
“Can I help you? You look lost.”
Anakin swirled…and froze. There she was, standing before him with those large brown eyes and chocolate curls falling over her shoulders. Padme Amidala, the most beautiful girl in the school. Oh what was he thinking? This is the kind of girl who should be Ms. America or something. What was she saying? Oh she was asking if he needed help.
“I…ah…well…I’m looking for room J1.”
“Oh that’s all the way over there,” she said pointing across the quad. “The buildings are in alphabetical order starting from that side.”
Anakin struggled not to blush. Why hadn’t he noticed that before? “Oh, right. Thanks for the help.”
“You’re Anakin Skywalker aren’t you?”
She knew his name? Well duh! Everyone knew his name. Not to mention that project they worked on freshman year. “That’s me.”
“We worked together freshman year, remember?”
How could he forget? “I remember.”
“You’ve grown since then.” A smile so blinding that Anakin nearly lost his cool completely.
“So have you…grown more beautiful I mean.” Crap what was he saying! She was certainly the only girl -- the only person – who could make him stumble all over himself like that.
She smiled at him again. “Well I have to go to class. I’ll see you around, Anakin.”
“Cool. I’ll see you around too!” he called after her. ‘What the hell was that?’
All of them? Obi-Wan looked around the classroom in dismay. How could he be in a class with ALL members of The Gang? He listed them off in his head as they approached in formation.
At the head, Dooku Jr. Probably the smartest out of the lot.
Behind him Maul and Assaj Ventress. It looked like Assaj had stuck with her hair style, if you could call it that since she had actually shaved off all her hair so that there wasn’t really any hair to style in the first place. Maul was the biggest gangster punk Obi-Wan had ever scene. His red spiked hair and the tattooed black snake on his cheek were well known around Temple High.
Bruck and Xanatos flanked them in the back. Obi-Wan could deal with Xanatos but Bruck had taken his lunch money enough times in JR High.
Wait, he had missed someone. A guy walking behind Dooku Jr. and between Ventress and Maul. As they walked by the new kid glared at Obi-Wan with green eyes that had a disturbing yellow tinge to them. “Rich Boy scum,” he spat with a hiss.
Obi-Wan ignored the insult. How petty really. As long as they stayed at a far distance from him he didn’t care what they thought.
“Take your seats please.”
Obi-Wan hurried to take up a front row seat and sat with one hand propped under his chin.
“Buenbenidos a la clase Espanol.”
Anakin sauntered into first period and headed straight for the back row.
He took a seat behind Tru, one of the very few people he would call his friend. “Hey man, where’s Darra?”
“Over there,” Tru said pointing to a blonde girl several rows in front of them.
“Party pooper,” Anakin said, slightly annoyed. Darra was naturally smart. She didn’t need to be all the way up THERE.
“How’d the summer go?” Tru asked while sorting through some papers.
“Great actually. I got to be in a few races. Mom was terrified when she found out though.”
Tru nodded. “I don’t know how you can race motorcycles, Anakin. It’s insane in my opinion.”
“You’re Chinese, of course you wouldn’t understand.”
Tru turned in his seat to face Anakin. “Why’s that?”
“You’re like…calm. Not like nerdy calm…just calm. I personally love the adrenalin rush. Soon I’ll have enough green to buy myself my own motorbike. Then I won’t have to keep looking for charity cases.”
Tru shook his head turning away. “You’re gonna kill yourself some day man.”
Anakin sniggered. “And wouldn’t you love that?”
“You really need someone to talk some sense into you.”