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She was smiling, happy. Or so that's how she presented herself. Was she really? The glow from her eyes made the room bright and her outfit set the mood. The atmosphere. There was something about her I missed though...What was it?

She held a bottle in her hands. Perhaps filled with champagne or some other celebratory drink ready to be opened to celebrate the end of the school year. Her whole appearance portrayed the happiness and freedom she was anxiously awaiting.

There she was again. Same hair, same smile, same sweet eyes and ears to boot. She was my little constant in the discordant world I wandered around aimlessly in. Wishing for a sip of the drink she held for my parched throat, I admired the hidden strength in her, for sticking out her classes, and the dedication to something (the guild). I was happy to see her every day, bright and beaming at the world. Though her eyes...they had changed; looked more restless. She needed freedom. I hoped she would achieve it soon.

His powder blue hair stood at attention in his usual Dragon Ball Z style, shooting straight up but at the same time at different directions. A saxe blue tight muscle shirt adorned his well muscled chest. He paired it off with a pair of navy jeans and a black belt. Smart black crosstrainers, possibly Nike, finished the look.

I walked between the desks where study-maniacs made their home at the library. I was just bored; my mother had dropped me off at the library because she needed to buy something, and apparently, it was a good excuse to make me read more. As if I need any more reading; I had already read all the books in the school library.
I mused over my obsession with reading until a sharp voice woke me up from the depths of my mind.
"Hey! You aren't just going to STAND there, are you? Go hang around some other place! You're a distraction to the people here!"
I had no idea what she was talking about. She was the one who had spoken so loudly that all the people at the desks next to her had paused their work and glared at her accusingly.
"You're one to talk," I responded, checking her out. She was kind of cute, albeit in a geekish sort of way. Her geeky aspect was probably attributed to the hilariously square glasses she was wearing.
"You're a loiterer," she shot back.
"Oh, I'm scared now." She was also dressed rather formally for the library. She was donned in a full length gown that had gone out of fashion in the 1600s. It was summer, for heaven's sake! If I had had to wear that (and I'm not saying that I ever will; I'm a boy, for goodness' sake!) today, I wouldn't have made it out of the house.
(... if I go on anymore, this'll turn into a story!)

"That girl sitting at the fountain? Well, from what I saw... she looked kinda lonely. I was afraid to approach her though; she looked a bit menacing. No, she wasn't quite menacing. Perhaps just unapproachable? She had this air of elegance, but she was still a little girl, y'know? Like she needed a big hug. I guess I could've given her one, but I was afraid of spoiling her pretty dress. It was long, velvety silk that I'd die for, but you know me, I'm not the kind of person that can pull off that kind of style. Besides, I got the feeling that if I made any actions towards her (kind, threatening, or otherwise) she'd punch me in the nose or just stare at me mournfully through her square glasses. And I'd be able to bear the first option; it's not like I haven't before, but if she turned those hawk eyes on me, I think I'd die from despair knowing that I made things worse."

His eyes matched his hair. An icy, summer blue. He stood there with confdence. He looked kind, gentle...Not the person you would mess with...Or try to mess with.