Jellybeans

I was sitting in the library during lunch time, reading a book for my English class. Normally I'd pick food over boring literature any day, but last night me and, pretty much my only friend, got into a fight. And instead of looking like a loser sitting alone in the cafeteria, I'm hiding in here. Reading my boring book. Well, looking at it, anyways. In reality I was daydreaming about being anywhere but here.

School. I never saw the use in it.

"Hello?"

I jumped. Sitting in front of me at my round table was a guy I've never seen before. He had shaggy brown hair and light blue eyes, a lip ring, and was wearing all black. He looked very punk rock-ish. And, I must admit, I've always had a thing for those. Especially attractive ones. And this one certainly was that. But that didn't matter right now, because he was laughing at me.

"You looked like you were thinking pretty hard about something there," he said, amusement written all over his face.

"Yes, I was getting very into my book.. It's good." I replied, feeling like I had to defend myself.

"It must be. You've been staring at the same page for the last ten minutes."

I pursed my lips. "Do you make a habit of spying on helpless girls in the library?"

"I do what I gotta do to entertain myself." He gave me a crooked smile and I was left speechless for a minute. "I'm an assistant here this hour. I haven't seen you in here before."

I knew he was silently asking why I was here. Of course, I didn't want to tell him the real reason (that I was a friendless loser), so I just said I'm behind on my reading for class. I could tell that he didn't believe me. Probably because my second of hesitation, but thankfully he didn't say anything about it. What he did say was:

"You want some jellybeans?"

I blinked. "Um...what?"

"Jellybeans," he repeated. Then out of nowhere he was holding a big bag of them in my face. "Do you want some?" He said it slowly like he was talking to a child.

"Uh, yea, sure." I hesitantly reached into the bag and took a few. "These aren't drugged, are they?" I asked, but I popped them into my mouth before he could even answer.

"Well, clearly you don't care either way," he replied with a smile. He paused for a moment. "Who do you think would win in a fight: Donald Duck, or Daffy Duck? I've been thinking about it all day."

"Alright, who are you?" I demanded. I think I just accepted candy from a crazy person. So far, he's the most random guy I have ever met.

He put a big smile on his face, rocked back in his chair and said, "I'm Emmet. And who might you be?"

"Holly," I answered hesitantly.

"Please to make your acquaintance, Holly. I'm looking forward to being your friend." He stuck his hand out over the table and I shook it, a little dazed. I stared at him, trying to see if he was being sincere, our hands still clasped. He just looked back at me, a slight but honest smile on his lips. Did I really want to know this guy? Usually if someone was this blunt and straightforward with me, I would have shrunk back into my shell by now. But, for some reason, I was being drawn to this guy. And I guess there could be no real harm in trying to be his friend. Lord knows I'm in short supply of those right now.

"Donald," I said, finally dropping his hand.

"Sorry?"

"I think Donald Duck would win in the fight."

And that was the beginning of our friendship and the most wonderful week of my life.

The next day I walked into the library a little nervous. But I found him at the same table, stretched casually back in a chair. He gave me a big smile as I took the seat across from him.

"So," I said, and started tapping my fingers on the table.

"So," he repeated. He still had that big smile on his face that was showing off his dimples in all their glory. "How was your classes?"

"Just fine, thanks." Tap, tap, tap.

He reached over and covered my hand with one of his. "Are you always this tense?"

I took my hand out from under his. "I'm not tense."

"Sure," was his only reply, but then he held eye contact with me for another five seconds.

"Anyway." He leaned over to grab something by his chair. "I have brought you your lunch," he stated. Then he proceeded to drop a huge bag of jellybeans on the table between us. I couldn't help but laugh a little when I saw them.

"That's very kind of you."

"Well," he gestured to the bag, "dig in." So I reached in and grabbed a handful.

From there I relaxed and the rest of lunch was full of friendly conversation and joking around. I realized I was actually happy I talked to him yesterday.

"So why are you really in here instead of the cafeteria?" he asked towards the end of lunch.

"I told you, I'm behind on my book."

"If that were true, then why aren't you worried about reading it right now?"Again, he held perfect eye contact with me, and it was making me fidget in my seat.

I sighed and figured there wasn't really a good reason not to tell him. "I got into a fight with my best friend, so I don't have anyone to sit with anymore." I held my breath, waiting for him to tease me or make a cruel joke about it. But to my amazement, all he did was nod. I turned my head so he wouldn't see my obvious relief that he didn't make fun of me for being virtually friendless.

"I know this sounds bad, but I'm actually glad that you two got into a fight."

My head whipped back around fast at his words and I stared at him in surprise. "What?"

"Well, if you didn't, I never would of met you yesterday, and I wouldn't get to be sitting here with you right now."

I blushed and looked down at the table, but I couldn't get that smile to stay away.

The next day we were already talking like we were old friends.

"What the heck?" I asked, digging around in the bag of jellybeans. "Where are all the cinnamon ones? There was still a bunch yesterday!"

"Were there?" Emmet gave me a wide eyed, innocent look.

I gasped. "You jerk! You know those are my favorite!"

"I'm sorry, but I really wanted some in first hour." I could tell that he was suppressing a laugh, which made me narrow my eyes at him. "Here, you can have my green apple ones to spite me." He dumped the handful of his favorite jellybeans into mine.

I could feel my palm tingle from where his finger tips touched it, but I wrote it off as an effect from the sugar.

Thursday we were sitting next to each other instead of across, and were tossing jellybeans into each others mouths.

"You're really bad at this, aren't you?" asked Emmet, as yet another one bounced off my lip.

"Shut up," I said, and chucked one at his head.

He laughed and held his hands up in surrender. "I met nothing but respect."

I rolled my eyes and snorted in a not so lady like fashion. I let it go and threw another jellybean into his open mouth. "Hey, how come you never get into trouble for sitting here with me and not working?" I asked, remembering he was actually supposed to be working as an assistant.

He shrugged. "There are about five other people here this hour; they don't really need me." He aimed another bean for my mouth (it bounced off). "Plus, hardly anyone ever comes in here during lunch." This was true. There was only two other girls working on forgotten homework at a table on the other side of the library.

"Or they're just too afraid to yell at you," I said jokingly.

"What are you talking about? I'm a very approachable person," He said defensively, and held his arms out for emphasis.

"Right," I laughed. "And this makes you all the more friendly looking." I reached out and tugged on his lip ring lightly. For some reason I didn't let go of it. Instead I ran my thumb over his lip in a circle around ring. When I realized just what I was doing, I froze and looked up from his mouth to his blue eyes. They had gone from friendly to piercing. I sucked in a breath and pulled away.

We sat in total silence for about half a minute. Me looking at the table in embarrassment, and him staring at me with who knows what expression. Finally I heard him clear his throat and said, "You know, it's a wonder you keep missing those beans when you have such a big mouth."

I sighed in relief, and the rest of lunch was spent with our usual playful banter.

I took a big breath and entered the library.

"Oh, good, there you are," Emmet said when he saw me walking towards him. He got up and met me halfway. "I got something for you." He reached into his pocket and handed me a small bag of cinnamon jellybeans.

"You bought these for me?" I could already feel the guilt sinking in.

"Of course. I was feeling kinda bad for eating all of them." He noticed my expression and furrowed his eyebrows. "What's wrong?" he asked with concern.

I couldn't meet his eyes so I looked at his black band t-shirt instead. You could tell it was hiding a really nice chest. Wait, wrong time to be thinking that kind of thing. I took another deep breath and said, "Me and Annie made up last night." I took a peek up at his face. He looked confused. "That means I can start eating lunch with her again. In the cafeteria."

This time when I looked up I saw him run a hand through his hair but his face was completely blank, which made my stomach clench in a very uncomfortable way. "I see."

I chewed on my lip and thought of what I could possibly say. "I just...I haven't seen her in almost a week, so I-"

"You don't have to explain. She's your best friend and you've always had lunch with her." His expression wasn't blank anymore but he wouldn't meet my eyes.

"Ok," I practically whispered. I held out the back of jellybeans for him to take but he shook his head.

"They're yours. I got them for you."

I nodded, and because I didn't know what else I could possibly say, I turned around and left.

I was absolutely miserable sitting in the cafeteria. It was Monday again. A week since I had met Emmet. After I left the library last Friday, I met up with Annie (my best friend, if you didn't already figure that out), in the cafeteria and had lunch with her for the first time that week. We sat at a table with three other girls. Annie is friends with all of them, but I just could never become close with them. In fact, I didn't even like them. They were all boy crazy, giggling over Brad Pitt kind of girls. I'm more of a Johnny Depp fan, myself. I'm not really sure why Annie's friends with them. I suppose she's just the type of person who can be friends with anyone.

Anyway, I wasn't miserable because of them. I've gotten used to their company. The reason why I was miserable was because I missed Emmet. Fridays lunch was awful.. I didn't even eat anything. I pretty much just say there, staring at the table and going over what happened in the library.

Then the weekend was just as bad. Annie got fed up with my mood and asked just what the heck was wrong with me. So I told her all about it. That relieved a little of my stress since I got to talk about it. But on Monday it was back to full force unhappiness. I wanted to go back to the library. It was very clear to myself that I was crazy about Emmet. But what if he didn't want me there? What if he was mad at me? Or worse- what if he never even wanted to be my friend in the first place? What if he just felt bad for me sitting in there all alone and was talking to me out of pity? Plus there was Annie. We've been sitting together at lunch since the third grade. What if she thought I was ditching her for some guy?

"Oh, just go already!" Speaking of Annie. She was looking at me with a very annoyed look on her face.

"Excuse me?" I asked, taking the thumb, whose nail I was chewing on, out of my mouth.

"You miss him. You think I'm an idiot? Now go get him before he finds another girl sitting by herself."

"Don't say stuff like that!" I was terrified even at the thought of Emmet with another girl.

Annie rolled her eyes. "Just go before I have to drag you there myself."

I couldn't help but smile at her. What a great friend I have. "Thanks."

She rolled her eyes again, but I could see a slight smile. "Whatever."

So I rushed through the cafeteria, down the hall, and through the library doors, where I stopped in my tracks when I saw Emmet. He was holding a stack of books and sorting them back onto a shelf. He paused all of a sudden, and looked over at the door like he knew I was there. He looked confused when he saw me and slowly put the books down onto the top of the low bookcase. I was still standing right inside of the library with my arms crossed around my middle. I was still nervous about what his reaction was about me being there. But then his face broke out into one of his adorable smiles. I let out the breath I didn't even know I was holding. He walked towards me, and after what seemed to be a lifetime, stopped in front of me. So close we were almost touching.

"Did the cafeteria run out of food or something?" He asked.

"No. They just didn't have any jellybeans."

And I kissed him.

A/N

Thanks, guys, for reading my first ever story. I really appreciate all help and tips the reviewers have given me. This was really fun! :o)