AU: Moooore?

MUSIC, BETCH:

KISS THE RAIN - YIRUMA.
I DEMAND THAT YOU GO LISTEN TO THAT SONG, EVEN IF YOU HATE CLASSICAL MUSIC. OKAY? OKAY.

Enjoy!

It was another day.

She stared at the ceiling, waiting. Waiting for the day to begin, waiting for the wonderful smells from the kitchen to waft into her room. Waiting for her alarm to ring.

And finally, it did. She sprang to life, clicking the button after throwing off her covers. She knew that she should've folded the blankets neatly, as her mother always asked, but she didn't. Not now.

Shucking off her clothes, she put on whatever she found, and raced to the washroom to brush her teeth and wash her face. When she was done, she went downstairs. Her backpack was already packed and waiting for her at the door, and as she always did, and she went into the kitchen, getting her breakfast to go.

She walks to the door, slipping on her shoes, holding her breakfast in one hand, and slinging on her backpack with the other one. She stares out the screen door; it was a cloudy day that day.

"I'm leaving!" she yells to her mother, and after hearing a reply that satisfied her, she left the house.

That day, she decided to take the bus. When she got on, she heard a few people call her name, and looked up to see some of her friends. They motioned her to go where they were, and she smiled as brightly as she could. But it was wavering. She appreciated them, but she didn't know them, and they didn't know her.

They weren't real.

When she found herself thinking that, she was glad that their colourful and joking banter was able to guide her thoughts away from those thoughts. They were her friends.

They were her friends.

Right?

Licking her lips, she nodded and laughed and replied at the right times, but she couldn't help but feel that gnawing feeling at the back of her head. Soon enough, they got to the school, and they went their separate ways. She made her way through the bustling hall, weaving in and out of the crowds, greeting friends and smiling.

Not real. Not real. Not real.

They all said hi, they all spoke to her in nice voices and seemed nice, but were they real?

No. No. No.

What was left but to pretend? To fool oneself until one believes it?

She shut her locker.

The classes flew by, a flurry of information darting straight at her. Soon enough, it was lunch, and she was walking slowly to her locker. Down the stairs, down the hall, d--

Her head slowly turned instinctively to the window near her locker, and she stared outside. The clouds looked as if they were about to burst, and she wanted to wait for them to do so.

Someone called her name, and she turned instinctively to the source of the voice. At first, she met the eyes of a boy who had been looking at her, or probably found her unusual for randomly staring out the window. Oh well, they could think what they wanted. Her friend rushed up to her, telling her about something that happened during class, something about so-and-so liking so-and-so, and confessing.

In through one ear, out the other. Soon, she was dragged away from the window, away from her secret pleasure, and reluctantly, she went to her locker to get her lunch. She slammed it closed, putting a shocked mask on her face to emphasize her friend's point. She asked a few more questions about the situation, to clarify and to make it seem as if she had listened the whole time.

Soon, the friend left, off to spread the fire, and she leaned against the lockers, thinking.

Someone passing by asked her if she was going to the library, and she replied that she would, soon. Someone a few feet from her moved, she could hear footsteps shuffling, and a throng of loud trombones sounded from the music rooms nearby. She shook her head, and began walking towards the library. She'd eat later.

She turned the corner, walking towards the double doors of the library. Someone was walking towards it too, slowly, and when she got there, he opened the door for her.

Shuffling her canvas bag (which had a quote on it) on her right shoulder, she glanced up at the person. It was a boy, the boy she had seen earlier. The face left a small imprint in her mind, as everyone's did. He was no different from the rest of them anyway.

But politely, she smiled. "Thank you."

She turned, and began walking in, but heard a small, "No problem."

She went in, and sat a table with some people she knew. She tried to focus, tried to work, tried to focus, tried to fool herself.

The boy disappeared into the depths of her mind, and he was soon forgotten.

But it was the beginning for him.

That day, he wanted to go to school.

He wanted to.

To see his interesting new thing. To get it. To capture it.

It was a sport for him, you see. He had nothing better to do anyway.

The girls were being idiots, as they always were. When he got to school, he had attempted to take the back entrance, which was closer to her locker, but no avail. It was as if there was a sort of tracking system on him, or the girls smelled him for they crowded around him. He didn't see her that morning, even though he'd skipped first period and watched her locker area. He decided to go to his second period class, which was a hassle, and which was a clas she usually didn't go to, but he did. He had nothing better to do, and anything that didn't involve his thing was worthless.

Lunch came along, and early on, he'd gotten his friends to unconsciously distract the girls again. Though some of the sharper ones (though compared to her, they were already quite low) sensed that he was up to something, he distracted them, giving a plausible excuse.

He told the girls that he just had to go get something, and that no, of course they didn't have to go with him. He told them to leave without him, and that of course he wouldn't ditch them! A charming smile, and they fell into a hypnotic walk, following his friends' out the door and into the cold.

So easy to fool.

He betted with himself that if he told them to jump off a cliff because he'd be there, waiting to catch them at the bottom, they would.

He made his way slowly through the music hall, turning the corner and catching a glimpse of the girl. Quickly, he averted his eyes, trying not to make it seem apparent that he was staring at her. He seemed to be a master at it, for all of her friends too never noticed. He took a similar position, leaning on the locker and staring out the window. He could hear tidbits of the conversations she was having with her friends; something shallow about two people going out, and something scandalous. She listened well, but when he glanced at her through the corner of his eyes, he knew that she wasn't listening. Not really.

It was the same kind of look he had all the time, which was why he recognized it so easily. Takes one to know one, after alll.

After a few minutes, she began to walk his way, up the small stairs, but again, she paused to stare out the window. She was captivated, and he was too. Completely absorbed by the scenery, and somehow at peace, she was thrown out of it when one of her other friend's dragged her back to her locker, and she opened it and got something while that friend gave her some more juicy gossip. He heard something about going to the library, and immediately left the hall, turning the corner and stationing himself near the library doors.

Soon enough, she turned the corner, and at that moment, he closed a book he had been randomly reading and walked towards the door as well. He had timed it perfectly; she had arrived as well, and only one door of the two opened as an entrance. He opened it for her, and what he had expected and a little more had happened.

Yes, she had glanced up at him, and the flickering possibility of remembrance showed in her eyes, but he could tell that she didn't really remember. He was slightly indignant about that, but found it too cocky for his taste.

"Thank you." she said politely.

He was such an idiot. She was already gone, and he didn't know if she heard him, but he replied.

"No problem."

First words. His heart began to beat a little faster as he followed her into the library.

R&R, my pretties? Please?

I've discovered that these are a short series of drabbles. :D me like.

-chewyy.