He was the epitome of fire. Outrageous, beautiful, and hot tempered enough to scorch the world. He never wore dark colors, they just weren't his style. Bight oranges, reds, yellows, even a touch of pink graced his chest, just barely covering the pockets of his well worn jeans. He never limited himself to just that, though, everything in his life was bright. His personality, his mind, his friends.

Everything melted for him, everything shone. Sometimes, you could swear that he glowed a little, like he was truly on fire inside. He was. Whenever someone needed a little light, he was there.

He would never burn out, never dim.

She was the essence of ice. Always cold, always needed, but never thought of. She was the touch of reality you got after being dumped in a cold shower. She was too chilled for friends, too iced for comfort. Not like she minded, she was just fine, clinking in the high school juice. Adding a shiver to anyone that passed. She never thought of her wardrobe, but even that seemed cool. Blues, greens, purples, and blacks. Everything that made her calm and collected. She wasn't evil, just carefully structured. Carefully designed.

She would never melt, never thaw.

They never crossed paths, never even looked at each other. So afraid of what would happen if they were to risk a glance. Explosions. fireworks. Everything she wasn't. They knew it would be wild, just like him. She would be the one forced to change, that was something she couldn't stand. Never would she change for a guy, never would she pull a mask over herself. It was asking too much for her.

Her pride stood in the way.

Though...when they did see each other before going down their chosen hallways, she would feel somthing inside her move. A little slosh among the snow. It pissed her off. So, like every other normal, well made icicle, she forced herself to freeze again.

They were too damn different for her to risk a little heat.

He, on the other hand, wasn't bothered by the fact that she hated him. It's just another one of those little life quirks. He had a life to live, no time to give for a little crush. So what if she made him feel more human, less like that greek god they learned in English? The one who owned the sun, with the twin of his opposite. She made him calmer. She made him feel down to Earth. He didn't want to be the center of the high school universe.

He just wanted to have friends...and her.

Maybe, if he could convince her that they were perfect, that they equaled out, then she would give him a chance. He imagined her face, the snow-like pallor, the haunting ice blue eyes, the black hair that made it all seem whiter. Her clothes didn't help either, they were always so dark, so soothing. She was soothing, he realized, she never caused a scene and was always in control.

She really is the personification of an ice queen.

The first call was on Monday. She answered it with a cool hello.

"I'll take your breath away. I'll make you smile." She pulled the phone away from her. She glanced down and put the phone in the crook of her neck. She asks who is calling, the same tone as aways.

"Just your dream. I'll see you tomorrow." She pushes the talk button and moves into her room. Green walls, blue bed, purple accents. The perfect room, a room she can relax in. She sits in her computer chair and stares at the wall. With the quiet of a mouse, she begins to giggle. She stands and walks to her closet. With the smiles quieted, she moves to the back of her closet and pulls out a box.

It's absolutely perfect.

He stands at the step to the school. People are whispering as they pass. He isn't that surprised, no one expected it. He wonders if she's ever going to show. People are running to the student parking lot. Shouts ring, people shriek. It must be another fight, he thinks, and turns to go inside. All this has been a waste, how could he think she'd actually care.

A voice stops him in his tracks.

Her hair is still black, her face is still pale. Her nails are done in lime green and her clothes are many shades lighter. Lilac tee and washed out jeans. She looks so much brighter. So much more like water than ice. Still calm, still cool, just not frozen. A welcoming spring, an inviting summer pool, just waiting to be in season. He could swim in her eyes.

She's more than beautiful.

His hair is still the white blond, it reminds her of lightning. He face is still smiling, though for once it's at her. He's the same guy she ssaw yesterday. His clothes are deeper than before. No more pink and orange for this boy, oh no. His shirt is maroon, his pants are black, his eyes are still the guileless hazel she's thought about when her thoughts escaped her.

He's the same, yet so much more.

They both know what this means, they're willing to change for the other. They want to balance out and be the yin and yang. Hands are clasped and hearts beat a little faster. She blushes for the first time in ages. He grins and kisses her cheek. A sweet smile graces her lips and he laughs in triumph.

"Told you I'd do it. The blush was a treat, though." She lightly slaps his arm. "Say how'd you know it was me who called?"

"I have caller ID."