From the writer that brought you "Heiress of Austenland", I present thee, my newest rom-com/action packed Sci-fi epic!
an Alternate Universe "Star Wars: the Force Awakens" Fanfiction.
A comedy (with some romance of course) about The First Order bei...
Everything is going normally today when I enter the gym for class. I strangely find it quiet and kind of inactive. I look around for drill sergeant Phasma but don't spot her anywhere. Everyone else is here and I walk up to Finn. "Where's our torture chamber guard?" I ask him.
"Oh someone said 'Resistance' so she's taking him to Reconditioning," he answers.
"Yeah so some of us are gonna take a smoke break," Rex says to me. "You comin'?"
I glance at Finn who is there observing by answer.
"Uh no. No you guys get started without me," I say a little snarky and let them all leave—all except Finn.
He stands there with a disappointed look at his friends but he's also used to it. "If those guys keep blowing those huge things they're not going to live to see thirty-five." He tries not to chuckle just a little.
"Yeah, it's so unhealthy. I'm never gonna do that," I lie.
"Yeah... I'm gonna hit the rest room. I'll be back," he says and leaves the gym.
I walk around the gym for a while just thinking, but it obviously gets boring after a while so pick up a basketball and start making shots.
I hit the ball against the ground over and over, looking up to focus and then I lift the basketball in my hands to thrust it towards the backboard. I miss, getting it close but not in, and I watch it bounce back to me. I catch it and try again.
I'm not sure how long I don't notice this but soon I hear a snicker behind me.
I turn to look at Kylo Ren standing there looking down at his foot, a frown on his face. "You're doing it wrong," he sasses quietly.
Oh great. "This coming from the guy who can't even dodge a dodge ball?" I sass back.
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He looks up and glares at me. "At least I don't run into door frames..."
"So you still remember that?" I say glaring but also with slight embarrassment.
"Well how could I forget when you make a complete fool of yourself? That's just too rich to forget," he sasses coldly.
"Hm, so you've got nothing better to do right now?"
"Eh my cell phone died," he sighs.
"Oh you poor, poor thing," I say in a mocking sympathetic tone.
"Well at least I don't have uncoordinated, clumsy ass hands like you," he says plainly.
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
