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04 June 2008 @ 07:03 pm
Love in a Void: Chapter 3 - "Goodnight Princess"  
Plot: So, I take this back to high school. NAO!… Plot is that Hillary and Barack as high school students become more attracted to each other. :) Continuing the worst fanfiction in the world about Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama. Oh… wait, it’s Hillary Rodham because she’s in high school. HA! xD;

Title: Love in a Void
Rating: PG-13? I guess...
Pairing: Hillary Clinton x Barack Obama

(Disclaimer: Do not kill me for the HillaryxBarack pairing. Even though they are real people, none of this story is actually true. But, at least I can appreciate completely strange pairings~! ♥ Also, I do not own the song Love in a Void. It is a Siouxsie and the Banshees song.)

Chapter 3: “Goodnight, Princess”

(Pay attention for the Romeo and Juliet reference later on. THERE WILL BE A QUIZ! 8D )




Hillary’s Point of view:

It was the next day. Geography was boring Hillary to death, she didn’t necessarily enjoy the class. Whenever she heard her teacher talk, she felt like falling asleep. Her head kept on hitting the desk. It was funny, because she could usually restrain herself from sleeping. Whenever she was caught asleep, her teacher yelled at her, but whenever her teacher didn’t catch that Hillary was asleep, Barack would tap her on the shoulder. Mostly though, it was because he was passing a note to her from Bill. For her, the entire period was hell.

Barack’s point of view:

Barack had to pass notes to Hillary from Bill the entire class period. For whatever reason however, Hillary was always asleep and never passed anything back. He started to suspect the notes said “Why won’t you write anything back?” or “Wake up Hillary!”, or something of the sort, though he did start to get annoyed that Bill kept on writing Hillary notes even though she was never awake. She never even looked at them, she just slipped them under her notebook and went back to sleep. And maybe Bill was determined to get her to write back so he just kept on sending her notes, or, that’s how Barack interpreted all this. Whatever the reason, he just wanted an excuse to stop passing the notes. He wanted to pay attention to the lesson, not let himself fail a possible test just because someone had a one-track mind.

Hillary’s Point of view:

When the bell rang, it woke her up. She wondered what the notes were. She opened up one of the papers and it said “Hope this will help you understand the lesson. –Bill” It was the notes on the lecture. She found it a very sweet gesture that he took notes for both himself and for her. As she headed over to her next class, she was thinking how sweet and thoughtful Bill was. She loved him so much and really wished she could be with him. Suddenly, she bumped into someone.

Mitt’s Point of View (YES, I JUST HAD TO DO MITT ROMNEY’S POINT OF VIEW! xD;):

Mitt was walking down the hall, thinking about how boring the lecture in his last class was. He kept on staring at his notebook, unknowing as to why he was doing it. He then bumped into someone. Papers went flying everywhere. He looked to see who he bumped into; finding out it was just that Hillary girl. Embarrassed by this, he decided to pick up her belongings and leave without saying anything, unknowing that he had accidentally bruised her leg.

Barack’s point of view (This is getting fun isn’t it? xD;):

Barack walked down the hall. In many ways, he was somewhat annoyed by what happened during class. It was just a distraction to his education, something he obviously cared about. Suddenly, he heard a crash. He looked over to see what it was, and he saw Hillary and Mitt Romney. He did not know Mitt too well. He saw Mitt pick up Hillary’s stuff and place it in a neat pile, then leave. He did not even bother to ask her if she were ok. That angered him a bit. He decided to go over and see if Hilary were ok.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

Hillary’s Point of view:

As she saw Romney run off, she became angered. Mitt Romney, a guy she barely even knows, knocks her down and doesn’t ask if she’s OK? She tried to get up, but there was an aching pain in her leg that made her fall back down. She pulled up her skirt a bit and saw a huge bruise on her leg.

“Are you alright?” she heard someone say. She looked up and saw that it was Barack. “Well, at least someone cares.” she thought to herself.

“Barack, could you please help me up?” she asked.

She gave him her hand and he pulled her up. When she was on her feet, she started to feel unstable, like she was about to fall. She tried to wobble her way down the hall, with Barack following her to make sure she doesn’t end up hurting herself. She fell down again, but this time, Barack caught her. This resulted in Barack having to lead her to the nurse’s office.

Barack’s point of view:

It was evident to Barack that Hillary was in pain and thought it would be a good idea to follow her to her class so if she were to collapse he’d be able to help. While he was walking down the hall, he saw that Hillary was about to fall, so he grabbed her hand. This felt awkward to him. Barack redirected their course to the nurse’s office in hopes that this would help Hillary.

Hillary’s Point of view:
She and Barack arrived at the nurse’s office. Barack lead her to a chair to sit in and she was behind at least 11 other people, so it was going to take a while. She sat, waiting for the nurse to finish up with everyone else. When it was finally her turn, she tried to get up, but her right leg didn’t want to comply. She feared she had sprained it or, even worse broke her leg. Barack helped her out of her seat and walked her over to the nurse. The nurse looked at her leg and wasn’t entirely sure what was wrong with it. Hillary was forced to call her parents for an early dismissal from school. Her mother came and picked her up in their little car and from there; she was taken to a doctor. The doctor determined that Hillary’s leg was indeed broken. He decided it was best to put Hillary in crutches until her leg had healed itself. From the doctor’s, she headed on home. She had nothing to do at home. For a while, she would just lie down and watch the clock on her wall. When the clock stoke at four p.m., she decided to call Bill and tell him about this. She picked up the phone and curled up the cord on her index finger. She punched in the numbers on the tiny keys and heard the tone.

Bill’s Point of View:

Bill was absolutely bored. He could hear his mother in the other room watching the news, but that was about it. He had already finished his homework and his chores. He had nothing to do. Then, he heard the telephone. He wondered who would be calling his house. It was probably for his mother, but he couldn’t be entirely sure. He picked it up.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Good evening Bill.” the person said. He instantly realized it was Hillary. Hillary rarely ever called him, and with reason. Her father never knew about Bill, but would probably object. His parents were registered Democrats. Though, he did think as to why she was calling. It was probably about why she left early. He heard that Mitt Romney gave her a bruise on her leg, but didn’t know anything else, and Barack wasn’t saying anything despite how much he asked.

“Hillary, how are you?” he asked.

“Not too bad.” she replied. “I mean, I have a broken leg, but I’m fine.”

“You poor thing… anything I can do to help?” he asked with concern.

“No, I’ll be fine” she said.

“Remember Hillary, I love you.” he said.

“I love you too.” she said quietly.

Bill hung up the phone. He was glad to know that Hillary was ok. Before she even called him, he was worried sick about her.

Hillary’s Point of view:

When she was finished talking to Bill, she lied on her bed and started to fall asleep, only to wake up to a knocking on her window. She checked the time and it was only 9:30 around night, and then she grabbed her crutches. She opened the curtains to see who it was. To her surprise, it was Barack. Her first thought was “How did you find my house”, because she had never given him her address. Because of the crutches, she struggled to open her window, but she eventually achieved her goal.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” she exclaimed.

“I wanted to know how you were doing.” he said calmly.

“It’s almost ten ‘o’clock at night. Shouldn’t you be at home?” she about yelled.

“Shhhhh… talk a bit softer.” he whispered. “It’s amazing your parents haven’t even heard you yet.”

“They’re heavy sleepers.” she said.

“Well, that’s good to know. It would be hard for them to know if you’re sneaking out of the house or if someone breaks in” he joked.

“Like right now?” she teased.

“Something like that.” he continued. “…so, I see you have crutches.”

At that moment, she blushed as red as a cherry. She thought that he wouldn’t notice, despite the fact he was the one who walked her to the nurse’s office earlier that day. She found that really kind of him to notice.

“Unfortunately, my leg is broken.” she told him.

“Sorry to hear that.” he said.

Barack moved closer to her face. She wanted to move but she couldn’t. He than pressed his lips up against hers. He had stolen her first kiss and she was furious. She was saving her first kiss, for Bill, and had it stolen by someone she was just beginning to trust. She had no idea what to even say to him about it. But, something she didn’t want to admit is that, she enjoyed the kiss. It was a soft, sweet kiss. It wasn’t at all rough. At that point, she wasn’t sure if she should be angry or content about the situation…

Barack’s point of view (This part is going to be ultra confusing .Sorry!) ;~; Also, I don’t know if they had phone books in this time or not. xD; ) :

Barack was looking at a phone book trying to find an address. He wanted to see if Hillary was OK. He never thought he would ever sneak out before, but he couldn’t wait until the next day. Once he found the address, he wrote it down and slipped on his jacket. He closed the door to his room and pulled open the window. He tried to climb out of the window the best he could without hurting himself and without making any noise. He climbed out safely and then opened the gate. Walking out of the gate, he pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket. Fortunately, she only lived one street over from him, making it easier to find. When he found her house, he decided the best way to talk to her was to knock on her window. He looked through all the windows and saw Hillary sleeping through her pink curtains. He knocked on the window and waited for her to come. He saw her open the curtains, then somewhat became afraid that she was going to become mad about his unexpected visit.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” she exclaimed.

He felt bad that he called his own impending doom. He saw the facial expression on her face and could tell that she was furious.

“I wanted to know how you were doing.” he said calmly.

At that moment, he noticed that she had crutches. He wanted to ask her about it, but he didn’t want to point it out just yet. Not when he was still trying to calm her down.

“It’s almost ten ‘o’clock at night. Shouldn’t you be at home?” she about yelled.

“Shhhhh… talk a bit softer.” he whispered. “It’s amazing your parents haven’t even heard you yet.”

“They’re heavy sleepers.” she said.

“Well, that’s good to know. It would be hard for them to know if you’re sneaking out of the house or if someone breaks in” he joked.

“Like right now?” she teased.

Now seemed like his best chance to ask about it. She wasn’t completely calm, but calm enough to answer.

“Something like that.” he continued. “…so, I see you have crutches.”

He saw her face become red. He felt an impulse to say something or do something that would stir things up between them, but on another chord, he felt that if he did something it would actually make things worse. He had already calmed her down and didn’t want to make her enraged again. An enraged Hillary is something he wanted to ensure he didn’t see.

“Unfortunately, my leg is broken.” she told him.

“Sorry to hear that.” he said.

Barack couldn’t control his impulses any longer. He moved his face toward Hillary’s. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was thinking or even doing at that moment. He pressed his lips against hers and waited to see what would happen. He was surprised at her reaction. She didn’t move, she didn’t automatically break the kiss and slap him, nor did she up and run away like he thought she would do. It was like she was in shock. He decided to break the kiss, and then pull his face away…

Hillary’s Point of view:

Hillary was in shock. On one hand, she wanted to slap him. On the other hand, she wanted to return the kiss. She couldn’t bring herself to do either. So, she instead stood there staring at him. There was a dead silence between the two for a moment. She began to blush again. Then, she heard Barack speak.

“Goodnight, princess.” he said.

She saw Barack walk off into the distance of the moonlight. “He looks so handsome…” she said silently to herself. “Wait... but I love Bill” she thought. She was very confused. She wished she knew what to do or how to handle the situation that she seemed to be rapidly dragged into.

She gently closed the window. She finally saw him disappear into the darkness of the night. Then, she climbed into her bed and tried to go back to sleep, but her mind was full of thoughts of both Barack and Bill.

“Ay me!” she yelled.

Barack’s point of view:

After Barack had pulled away from Hillary, there was a dead silence. At times he would look away for a split second, but when he looked back at her she would blush harder.

“Goodnight, princess.” he said.

He walked off into the darkness of the night. He looked behind and saw that Hillary hadn’t left her window just yet. He continued foreword to his home. When he got there, he snuck around the back of the house to the window he left open. He climbed back into his house as quickly and quietly as he could. He then closed the window and turned on his light to get ready for bed. Then he turned off his light and climbed into his bed, automatically falling asleep.


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