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(This is an intirely random story!)
Now, when I first wrote this, (which was a while ago), I had plans to continue it, but inspiration hasn’t hit me in the jaw yet, so this is all there is. But I figure that it could make a good one-shot; leave you in a sort of suspense. Do they meet again? Does she become less timid? More outgoing? Does eh get caught? So, with those questions in mind, I could finish, or at least add another chapter, but I leave you with this.
(P.S. I think when I wrote this I was thinking of Lemony Snicket)
(P.P.S. Someone told me that if I relied less on clichés, then my writing would be so much better, and after finding this story in my inbox, I decided to follow up, so hopefully this isn’t terrible and that reader isn’t disappointed. So this is dedicated to you!)
Summary: Neil was a girl who always got teased throughout high school. Now high school’s over, with her at the top, of course, but has the teasing stopped? What’s with the handsome man running in to hide in the library? Possible one-shot. Hopefully humorous.
Title: Quiet Confrontations
Author: Ridley Jack
Rating: K
(Dis)claimer: mine all mine! Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ::chokes:: h…a… h-a! ::writhes on the floor in agony::
Dedication: The best in the world, Jinni-chan51 (you should so check out her stories! She’s got a new one called Point of View that totally rocks! It’s one of those stories that’s written entirely (well, except for one paragraph, but that’s a necessary paragraph) in dialogue!) and J-N-Laerasyn, who told me to stop writing clichés. I won’t stop, but I’ll try something new.
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The plot, you ask? Well, my fine feathered friend, that is a good question. But, do you really think that it is the right question?
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No, dear friend, do I. The real question, then, becomes more along the lines of how does this extreme plight come about?
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It starts with our main character, a timid young woman by the name of Neil. Yes, that is commonly a boy’s name, and this is a girl that we are talking about, but this particular name was a shortened form of Cornelia, a singularly unusual name in this futuristic, high-tech time.
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Neil, as she liked to be called, (as opposed to Cornelia), was frequently called upon as a member of the male persuasion. Neil, being the timid, shy, quiet type that she was, would meekly announce that she as indeed a she, whereupon teasing would begin unmercifully.
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As you could possibly guess, happy memories were not regular visitors to Neil during the time of what most would call grade school, but what Neil called the Worst Time of Her Life.
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But Neil has long since been out of that period, this long time entailing exactly three months, five days, twelve hours, thirty-three minutes and sixteen seconds counting. This is where Neil is now.
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Neil, an unassuming, medium height woman with shoulder-length, unassuming plain brown hair and unassuming pale brown eyes hidden behind the most unusual cat-eye glasses in the most flamboyant green and blue she could find. She was currently browsing in a quiet manner in a very quiet building that most people called a library.
Finding nothing worthwhile, she was about to leave the library when the most unexpected thing happened.
“Oof!” she exclaimed, stumbling.
The person that ran into her started to steady her, but then used their combined momentum to topple them to the ground.
“What are you doing? Get off me!” she demanded harshly, but quietly, starting to become scared.
What was he doing? Was he going to be like all those others, the ones who just want to make her life miserable? She didn’t even know him! But then why would he push her down?
“I’m so sorry, but I really need your help. I—“ he froze, then brought his face closer to her ear and whispered, making barely a sound, “Please, don’t say a word.”
Neil shivered, mildly enjoying the feeling of his warm breath whisper past her ear despite their compromising position. She opened her mouth to reply when she heard what the man was dreading and what she should have known was coming.
“Where did that asshole go?” a rough voice growled, not bothering to keep his voice down.
“I dunno, but c’mon, we’re in a library for fuck’s sake. Who runs into a library!”
“So he shouldn’t be that hard to find,” the first man answered. “Start looking. Jakub!” he hollered suddenly.
“If you don’t’ be quiet, I’m going to have to ask you to leave!” a thoroughly annoyed voice hissed.
“Hey, listen here, lady—“
Whatever he was about to say was cut off when the librarian spoke, her voice a harsh reprimand.
“That’s it, I’m calling security!”
Minutes later the two men were escorted to the doors and practically thrown out. Or at least that was what Neil thought, judging from the commotion.
“And that goes for you, too! If you can’t behave like respectable adults, I’m going to have to—oh! Neil, I’m so sorry, I didn't realize it was you!” the librarian, a rather cankerous old woman who went out of her way to be nice to Neil, backed hurriedly away, blushing furiously but smirking all the same.
Neil, who had jumped at first in surprise, now hid her face in the man’s chest, momentarily forgetting that he used her as a type of shield.
“I’m assuming she was talking about you, because my name is definitely not Neil,” he commented. “Neil?” he asked, amused.
“It’s a nickname,” she muttered, flaming face still hidden. She was surprised his nice-smelling shirt wasn’t aflame.
“I like it,” he announced. Neil’s face swung up, top of her head cracking the man in the jaw.
“Damnit!” he swore softly.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I’m really, really sorry!” Neil wanted to die on the spot. A nice, wide, gaping hole opening in the floor beneath her would be great.
The man, Jakub, laughed, “It’s ok. I’m used to getting beat about,” he smiled at her, a thoroughly charming smile, one that invited her to share the joke. “It was nice meeting you, Neil. Maybe we can do this again, under different circumstances.”
He stared at her for what seemed like many painful hours to Neil before he did something completely unexpected. He ducked his head and brushed his lips on hers before jumping up and fleeing the library.
Neil, dazed, brought a hand up to rub her aching head.
