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Her hair was a pale blonde, her eyes a stunning green. Her skin was so fair, so untouched by life. Her features were soft, although she was thin. She had an air of innocence about her, an excitement for life that you don't often see in a 15 year old. Her name was Destiny Falone.

Maybe it was all the novels she read, or the love songs she listened to, but Destiny was a hopeless romantic. She would often daydream about meeting the perfect guy: loving, nice to everyone, sensible, gives her flowers on special occasions. He would be a gentleman, opening the car door for her when they went for dates to a restaurant, and knowing just what to say when she felt down.

That was her plan. Who knew that such a simple plan could go so terribly out of hand?

Destiny was reading one of her all time favourite romance novels, 'Halo', by Alexandra Adornetto. She sat in the corner of the library, leaning against the wall, letting the words take her away to another world. Destiny had the book at home, but there was something comforting about reading in a library; surrounded by other lovers of novels, and other novels of love.

"Halo? I'm not one for angels myself, but you know, whatever rocks your boat." It takes Destiny a few seconds to realize that the speaker was talking to her. She looks up, and sees a boy; brown-haired, striking blue eyes. He was tall, skinny and lanky, in an adorable sort of way.

"I'm sorry, what?" She narrows her eyes in confusion, not quite sure why this boy is talking to her in the first place. Instead of answering, the boy sits down next to Destiny, no book in hand, no sign that he intended to actually read.

"You're not one of those romantics are you? I'm Sean, by the way. Sean Blaze." Sean said, making himself comfortable as he, too, leaned against the library wall. Destiny rolled her eyes, and couldn't help thinking that he was invading her privacy.

"I'm Destiny. Destiny Falone." She turns back to her book, hoping he would leave her to her book in peace. Out of the corner of her eye, Destiny saw him trying to find something to do.

"So… Whatcha doing?" Sean said, as if he was determined to get her mad. Destiny sighed irritably and put down her book, as she had a feeling that their conversation wasn't going to end anytime soon.

"Reading, what does it look like? Why are you talking to me, huh? Don't you have someone else you can bother? A girlfriend maybe?" Destiny figured a guy like Sean- muscly, sarcastic, good looking and outspoken- would have a girlfriend, and so she played the – if your girlfriend knew you were talking to me, you'd be in deep trouble- card.

Sean shook his head smugly. "Nope. No girlfriend."

"I'm not surprised." Destiny said under her breath, although, in truth, she was a little surprised. Sean pretended not to hear her and the corners of his mouth turned up into a cheeky grin as he looked at her.

"Unless you wanna be my girlfriend?" Sean said, and Destiny laughed out loud.

"You've known me for what, two minutes? As if I would ever go out with someone like you. You're not my type." Destiny let her hair fall from behind her ear, covering her face from Sean, as an attempt to show him that all she wanted was a little quiet.

"What is your type then?" Sean sure could not take a hint. Destiny groaned and stared him right in the eye.

"A guy who is a real gentleman. He would give me flowers on my birthday. He would be very nice and very sensible. He would be close to my family, and would always know the right thing to say. And he wouldn't interrupt my reading."

Sean thought for a moment, going over the points again in his head. "Nope, sorry, can't help you there. Maybe we could just be friends, huh?"

Destiny scoffed, but didn't say anything. Sean took a pen from his pocket and grabbed her arm, writing on it. "Hey! What are you doing?"

"Writing my email address. You'll thank me later." With that, he let go of her arm and walked away, and left Destiny with just her book and the original quiet, just like she had wanted. So why did it feel so wrong?

"Hey mum." Destiny hugged her mum when she opened the door, happy to see her as always.

"Hey Dest, how was the library?" Her mum took off her apron – a sure indication she had being cooking up something marvelous- and closed the door behind her daughter.

"Um, it was odd. This guy just comes up to me while I was reading-"

"OH… a boy! Was he hot?" Her mum teased.

"Mu-um! Anyway, he sat down and was really annoying. Sort of ruined my whole day." Destiny said, as she slid her handbag off her shoulder.

"Huh. What's his name? How old is he?" Her mum had that 'I bet you like him' smirk on, but Destiny didn't seem to notice. She sighed.

"Sean something. He's like 16." Before her mum could ask her any more questions, she turned and made her way to her bedroom, where she took out her laptop and opened up her email.

Sean drummed his fingers on his desk, creating a beat to occupy him while he waited. Waited for Destiny's email. The girl, who had met once, but had already fallen fore. He couldn't get her out of his head. Her flawless skin, her emerald-green eyes. Her hair, not a color he had ever seen before, and he doubted it would look good on anyone else. But on Destiny, it was gorgeous.

He liked her voice, and how her nostrils flared when she was annoyed. God, what was he thinking? He didn't know how old she was, what school she went to, or if she was even single. No, he was nothing like the guy she had described, but he wasn't going to let that discourage him.

Ding Sean looked up at his laptop as his email beeped, indicating a new email. His heart leapt as he saw the sender- 'destinylovestoreadromance'. He opened the email, reminding himself to breathe.

To Sean.

I have no idea why you wanted me to email you, but it would be rude if I didn't, so here we go. By the way, how old are you?

From Destiny, the library girl

P.S. No one says 'whatever rocks your boat' anymore.

Sean smiled. It wasn't the warmest email he'd ever received, but it was a start. He saved her email address to his contacts, even though he had already memorized it.

Yo Destiny,

It's Sean, you know, the dreamy guy you can't stop thinking about? I am turning 16 in a few months; February 23rd, how old are you? What's your favourite color?

From Sean

P.S. I say it, so you stand corrected.

Sure, they emailed each other, but Destiny never imagined she'd see Sean again. She was walking to the library, like she always did, skirt below her knee, wearing a small see-through top made of polyester, over a darker blue singlet top. She smiled as she looked around the park she was in, taking in the birds, and the flowers. The little kids running amongst the trees, couples having picnics. It was the perfect place to fall in love. Maybe one day she would fall in love there too.

Destiny sighed and walked the last hundred metres to the library. In her hand she clenched the library copy of Jane Eyre. She neared the desk and reached into her bag for her library card.

"How can I help you Destiny?" The person at the desk asked, and Destiny whipped her head upwards in surprise.

"How did you know my… Sean? What are you doing there, you could get in trouble!"

Destiny scolded herself for recognizing him so quickly, but she was still annoyed by his presence in her sanctuary.

"I work here. Started a week ago."

Destiny laughed out loud. "You, work in a library?"

"Pretty hot, eh? Almost as hot as that skirt, where did you get it, the 1800s?"

"Hey!" She exclaimed, hitting Sean over the head with the book she held. He was a good foot taller than her, so she had to stretch her arms high in order to connect with his head.

"Kids!" The head librarian shushed them, reminding them they were in a library.

"Gosh. I've never been told off in a library before." Destiny whispered.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm a bad influence, I know. Maybe we should find somewhere else to get told off then, huh?"

"I don't know…" It was true, she did really want to go with him, but she didn't want to break her weekly library ritual for some rude, arrogant boy.

"C'mon, we can get ice-cream."

"Well how can I say no to ice-cream?"

"Great. Hey Margaret! I'm off for 2 hours." Sean called to the head librarian.

Before Destiny could say anything, Sean walked out from behind the desk, grabbed her arm, and walked out of the building.

"Wait! Where are we going?"

"You'll see." Destiny groaned at the vagueness of his answer, but went with him, her curiosity making it impossible to refuse.


"So, how much longer?" Destiny whined as they started walking towards the mud pool on the edge of town.

"We're here." Sean said simply, gesturing to the mud pool. He walked up to the edge of it, and Destiny followed suit.

"This? This is where you take me after ruining my library time?"

"Oh c'mon, this is so much more fun!" Sean said as he elbowed Destiny gently, laughing at the disappointed expression on her face.

"Oh yeah, staring a pool of mud with a guy who hates my clothes… I've never had more fun!" Destiny laughed.

"Just your skirt. But I know a way to fix it."

"Oh yeah?" Destiny challenged, curious as to what he had in mind. Sean's expression turned mischievous and before she knew what was happening, she felt his strong hands push her face first into the mud.

"Oh. My. God. You did not just do that." Destiny stood up with difficulty, dragging her the hem of her skirt out of the pool as she stood.

"I believe I did." Destiny smiled and, using her muddy hands, pushed him in. Sean laughed and started grabbing chunks of the mud, throwing it at her face, and her legs. Destiny picked up mud and started flinging it at him, not caring that she was wet, or muddy, or having fun with a guy like Sean.

They threw mud at each other for another 10 minutes, before both collapsed from exhaustion into the mud, just laying there, not saying anything. After a few minutes, Sean sat up, and looked at Destiny, a smile spreading over his face. He stood up reluctantly, and reached out his hand to Destiny, offering to help her up. Destiny sighed, but took his hand, the mud squelching between them.

He pulled her up out of the mud and she laughed as she looked at him. "You're so filthy!" Sean looked down at his clothes, and then down at Destiny's.

"Look who's talking!" he chuckled. "C'mon, lets get cleaned up, mmm?"

Destiny couldn't help but smile as she followed him, his hands in his pockets, his hair matted and dirty in a way that was irresistible.

"May I ask where you plan to 'get cleaned up'?" Destiny found Sean intriguing, he seemed to have an odd way of looking at life, almost as if it were an adventure, and Destiny couldn't wait to find out what happened next.

"The lake, of course. It's better than a shower after a mud fight." He was in front; so he didn't see the disappointed expression on her face when she realized that the mud fights were probably a common occurrence. She didn't know why she wanted it to be something just between Sean and her; it wasn't as if she liked him, was it?

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