For the Love of Sid&Byron!

I know, I know…we’re not supposed to be doing this..but here’s for whoever wants to watch it without paying…also…i apologize if you’re used to reading without music…as I do.. LOL. So I pick music that makes me relate to the character more. I COULDN’T CONTROL MYSELF. I HAD TO PAY FOR HIS STORY >.<

Pls comment, like, or subscribe to my YouTube channel. I just started with this video…but I will be doing more. Also, it wouldn’t only be midcin otome games. I plan to do this for multiple games as I go along…and as time allows. :-)

Part 2.. had some free time today so decided to write the next part to this series.. I will try to get the next part within the next week...hopefully..if I don’t get caught up reading other fanfics.. or fangirling over Mystic Messenger (^^x)

“Leira!” a voice bellowed from outside. “Breakfast is ready!” my mother called out. I was gathering some items and preparing her backpack before heading downstairs. “Thank you,” I gestured as I took my seat at the table. In front of me sat a plate with toast, sunny side up eggs and some bacon with a glass of orange juice.

“So, what time will you be done today?” mother asked.

“I should be home by 6. I don’t think I’ll be spending time at the library, since classes just started and all.” I replied. Gulping the last bit of orange juice, I grabbed my bag and headed off to wait for the Metro to take me to school.

Stepping onto the bus, I quickly found a seat and propped in my headphones turning up music on my cellphone the rest of the commute. I leaned my head back against the glass with my eyes closed. The thought of my dream this morning drifting through my mind. That was a really strange dream, I thought to myself. Moreover, it doesn’t happen very often that I dream of someone completely unfamiliar...and yet his face was enough to take my breath away.  Minutes passed and all I could think about was his tall figure towering over me in the pale moonlight. I wish I could remember what he looked like! Sighing in defeat, I let the music take over, my thoughts dazed. Over and over, I kept seeing the same thing in my head, looking from his boots upward trying to remember his face. His voice was crisp and low as he spoke to me. I opened my eyes, seeing that I’ve arrived at school.

I step off the bus and make my way toward one of the many welcome tents set up around campus. They always do this for the first week of school to assist newcomers with finding their classrooms and anything else they may need help with. The sun is bright, with a light breeze passing by. Chatters all around as people are excited and reunited after what felt like a summer break too short.

I reached the table under the tent, “Hi! Can I help you find anything today?” one of the volunteers chimed.

“No thanks, I just need a map,” I smiled and replied.

As I held the map up in front of me studying the different symbols...SR SR SR...Where is this damned building--just then, in my peripheral view, a familiar figure passed across. I shot my glance upward toward the familiar figure, and all I could see before he vanished into another building was a pony tail, midnight blue under the blaze of the bright sun. My heart dropped at the familiar image. No way, I gasped. I looked down at my watch and realized the time. Crap I gotta get going to my first class.

Science & Research 101...here we are. Class started promptly and was let out 10 minutes before to allow students time to make it to their next class if they had any back to back. The rest of my classes went by, without much effort since everyone knows the first week of school is just Syllabus day. I made my way to University Center, playing music through my headphones once more. It always feels pleasant listening to music and looking around while walking on campus. I feel like I’m in my own little world, observing everything as I pass by. The cool air felt refreshing on my skin as I stepped through the automatic doors. The University Center had a variety of things inside, from a bookstore, to different fast food chains and coffee franchises. I made my way to the food court standing in line at McDonald’s...it was the shortest line and I didn’t feel like waiting long. I finally got to the front of the line and placed my order.

“Can I get a Spicy McChicken meal with a bottled water please?” The cashier responded, “$4.50 please. Would you like a receipt?” “No thanks” I replied as I rummage through my purse looking for my card. Dammit...where is it? I pulled all the cards out of my purse quickly flipping and scanning past each one. It’s not here...UGHHH. “I’m so sorry, it appears I”--the cashier’s face now annoyed and impatient. “Allow me.” a voice called from behind. “Here you go,” the cashier replied, handing back the card behind me. I turn to see who it might be, covering my tab for me seeing as I conveniently left my credit card somewhere. All I saw was blue, with a black jacket, broad chest and shoulders. “Th-thank you,” I mumbled, looking upwards, my pulse quickening. The face that stared down at me was perfect. His bangs resting gently over his face, an earring glistening on his right ear, deep blue eyes, thin lips curved upward at the sides. He looked back smirking. I probably look so stupid right now, seeing as I was completely dumbfounded by his goddess looks. “Excuse me, I have to place my order now,” he chuckled. I stepped aside allowing him passage as I stepped toward an unoccupied table putting my bag down as I waited for my food to be called. The man made his way back toward me, long legs, arms swaying--I was staring...Oh God, I was staring... He met my gaze as he neared me. I quickly looked away, pulling out my cell phone, texting my mother to see if I may have left my credit card at home. In reality, I was just finding an excuse not to look at him because he caught me staring.

It was dark and hazy, she could feel her heart beating rapidly. Leira slowed around a corner, walking fast paced as she caught her breath. The night was eerily quiet, the feeling of the wind blowing against her face. Leira had just left a fraternity party having escaped the grudges of some jock trying to get his way into her pants. She had left the frat house and made her way to main campus now regretting her decision to visit the party that she’d heard about. Having reached the fountain sitting at the center of the university, Leira sat on a nearby bench, her eyes closed, enjoying the quiet, but natural surrounding. Her heart beat returning to normal, she took a deep breath and finally opened her eyes again staring at the starry night sky. I wonder what would’ve happened if I didn’t get out…, she thought to herself. Suddenly, in the corner of her eye, she spotted a dark tall figure walking swiftly amongst the buildings, vanishing around the corner. Curious as to who would be wandering around this time of night, Leira rose to her feet and started walking toward the tall, dark, shadowed figure. As she walked aside the buildings, her fingers trailing the walls beside her, she creeped around the corner to see him walking down the hall further. She was able to glimpse the man wearing a long black coat with fur around the collar, and a ponytail hanging behind his broad shoulders, . Who is that? She thought, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him here before.  Following behind him, Leira realized just then how dangerous and quite stupid it was to be following some random stranger this late at night, especially with what just happened to her. Before coming back reality and out of her thoughts, she realized a tall figure in front of her, making her halt immediately. Leira’s eyes stayed directly toward the ground, staring at his boots as she trembled at the thought of being caught. “Well aren’t ya quite the stalker?” the dark figure said, in a low, husky, amused voice. Leira found herself raising her head slowly upward at this. On his boots, she could see some designed chains hanging about each boot, his pants neatly tucked inside. He had long legs, his jeans black and fitted, but not to much. He had even more chains, wrapped around his blue belt, the silver complementing his dark blue shirt. A silver object glistened as the moon shined--a ring, on his right index finger. The man was wearing a black jacket like mentioned earlier, with fur along the lapels and surrounding his neck. His shirt was dark blue, with latches keeping it closed, except for the top few buttons, exposing some of his chest and his broad neck. She looked upward at this humongous giant figure, lifting her gaze to meet his face. Oh my! She gasped to herself. Before she could say anything--BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Leira rolled in her sleep, automatically shutting off her alarm. Her eyes squinted as she pushed the home button on her phone to see what time it was, as it felt like she was restless all night--6:45 A.M. it read. She sighed to herself, pulling the sheets over her face, remembering her dream faintly. “Who was he? And why I can’t I remember his face?” she muttered to herself, wishing she could fall back asleep and continue where her dream took off. “Ughhh, I guess I’ll get up now. I still need to find my classes since the semester has just begun.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------