As you hug your parents one more time, the Bullhead pilot makes one last call. Pulling away, they both tell you to be careful, and how proud of you they are. Giving a two finger salute, you promise them you'll keep in touch before climbing on to the Bullhead as the doors close behind you. Looking around the Bullhead, you see some friends from Signal, and you give them some nods or waves. Making your way over to a window seat, you plop down and watch in awe as the scenery changes and goes. When you get bored of that, you turn your attention back into the Bullhead, and watch Ms. Goodwitch give a brief introductory speech. As you continue to people watch, you see some blonde kid run by puking his guts at, which makes you give a small laugh. Turning your head to see where the trail of vomit series, you notice someone who looks increasingly familiar.

Her white fair falls in a pony tail, and her icy blue eyes radiate irritation about something. Her dress, while different from what you remember is similar to the clothes she would always wear when the two of you were kids. Some assistants stand behind her, holding her luggage. There's no mistaking it, this is Weiss Schnee. You could recognize her anywhere. Pulling the picture you have of her from your back, you have it confirmed for you. There isn't any doubt that the girl in the picture would grow up to be the young lady you see in front of you. Placing the picture away in your bag, you sneak one more glance at the girl before giving a sigh.

A mix of emotions hit you. Happiness at seeing the girl who you were friends with as kids. Sadness at how much the two of you drifted apart over the years. Irritation that she never found the time to send a simple text, or anything to explain why she left you. Anger that she never bothered to let you know she was going to Beacon, considering the Schnee family has full access to the entire list of people attending all the Academies. And also, the same rush you always got when you saw her.

-Weiss Pov-

As I stand with my assistants, I feel a pair of eyes watching me. I glance up to see the source, and they drop instantly. But, I continue to watch the young man. He's tall, well-built and with neat ( hair color) hair and intense ( eye color eyes.) Something seems familiar about him. On a hunch, I take out the picture I have of the elementary school dance. I look between the young (y/n) and this young man before me.

There's little doubt in my mind. It has been years, and I know (y/n) would grow up to look like this. His clothing is just like what he wore when we were kids, just changed to fit him down. The same set confidence in his eyes, and the same power that radiates from his limbs. If I could see him smile, then I would know for sure. However, if I had to guess, this is the same boy I used to be friends with.

This makes me feel strange inside. I'm happy that I might get to spend time with him again, away from the influence of my father. Worry that he may not remember me, or worse that he hasn't forgiven me for leaving him years ago. Sadness that it took us years to meet again. Anger at myself for letting my father pull us away, and of course anger at my father for making the choice to pull us apart.

However, I can't help but be so so happy. Every day of my life I missed him so much. I missed having him to talk with. I miss him being a good listener, and standing up to bullies for me. Eating lunch with him everyday. Passing the time with him. He was my first, best and only friend. Even when he moved away, I was never really able to make other friends. The people either picked on me, and the people my father let me meet annoyed me.

I want to go over and talk with him, but I know my assistants will probably report it to father. I sigh, and decide to wait until I'm alone to go and talk to him. I try and tell myself I waited years to see him again, and what's a few more hours? But still. Seeing him has made me miss those days when we were kids all the more.

-Your Pov-

The bullhead lands, and you eagerly get off. Cramped spaces make you irritable, and you love being freed. People push and shove past you in a hurried manner to take in the scenery of Beacon. You could shove your way through, but you decide to wait until the crowd disperses. Standing around, you see Weiss take her things from her assistants, before walking off. She soon bumps into someone, which causes a Dust Explosion. Weiss begins to yell at her, which makes you give a sympathetic chuckle. You've been on the wrong end of that lecture before.

You decide to help the girl out, and say hi to Weiss. However, before you can, a girl walks by, and shuts down Weiss by pointing out the flaws of the Schnee Corporation. Both girls walk off, leaving Weiss behind, muttering angrily to yourself. " You know, you're cute when you're angry," you tell her. She angrily whips her head to see you, angrily asking who you think you are. However, her lecture stops the instant she sees you. Her eyes widen, and her hands fly and cover her mouth.

" (Y/n)," she stammers out. You smile, seeing her confusion, and her reaction, finding it simply adorable. However, you tell yourself to stop staring, and also to stop smiling. You still aren't over what you saw as your abandonment. However, seeing her face to face dispels most of your anger.

" Hey Weiss Cream," you tell her, giving the biggest smile you can.