Hello, wonderful people! Here's a little sneak peak to the new fanfic I just started -- of course, everything is still pretty tentative, so it can change at any time lmaoooooooooo

This will probably come out in a couple weeks or so -- school has just been drowning students in assignments (and APs are coming up -- yikes city). 

I hope you all enjoy! I'm looking forward to developing the storyline. I only have half of the first full chapter written lmao rip :D 

--aperfectworld

Story Description: 

Beautiful Words taken from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, starting with “Sonder.”

DISCLAIMER: words are not my own, but they are taken from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig.

Sonder - n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

    You raise my eyebrows at him. Him, also known as the guy who is standing on your car and serenading this girl. How on earth does he not notice you sitting inside your own car? I mean, you know the ignition isn’t on, but you’d think that if you were the one jumping on top of a car, you would have checked if the owner was in it, at the very least check.

Your eyes shift over to the clock on your dashboard. “3:44 PM,” it reads. You have a class to go to in twenty minutes, and it already takes five to drive back to the dorm and grab the book you had left next to the coffee machine this morning. You slam a hand against your wheel, pushing your back into the seat of your car as you let out a big breath. Five minutes there, five minutes back, five minutes to run across campus from this designated parking spot, and five minutes to apologize to your teacher because five minutes early is technically five minutes late. Perfect -- twenty minutes, and you can make it by 4:05. But… this guy is standing on your car. Yes, literally on top of your car. As in on your trunk.