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Lukas jolted awake from his half-asleep state. Quickly turning his dull blue eyes to you, making sure you hadn't woken up from his flinch, he sighed as he noticed that you still seemed to be sound asleep, dreaming heavily. Lifting his head up to look at the clock on your bedside table, he noticed that it was 2 AM. Huffing internally, he laid his head back softly in the pillow that sat next to yours. He just couldn't seem to fall asleep tonight, and he grudgingly admitted, internally, that it was most likely due to that coffee he had had right before bed. The one that you had warned him against, which he had proceeded to consume. He turned h

"Damn… I'm so frickin' bored!" Alfred flipped onto his back while watching TV shoes he wasn't into. Once against he groaned. "I need something to do…" Just then, an idea popped into his head as he whipped out his phone and dialed a number.  "Hello?" someone on the other side answered.  "(Name)! How about we hang out?" Alfred could hear his friend sigh. "Sorry, Al, I'd love to, but you know that I was up late and—" "Please? I'm really bored and I need something to do! If you come here, you can sleep, okay?" "… fine. But only 'cause your couch is really soft!" He laughed happily. "Great! See you later then!" "&

“Ve . . . W-where’s Bella?” Feliciano Vargas walked around the school looking for (Name). It was after school and she suddenly disappeared into thin air. He was a little worried about that, since it’s been happening a little more often recently. But Feliciano was more worried that she wasn’t telling him about it. He looked around, seeing the people in the halls, but not (Name). He looked in the library and finally found her sitting at a table, scribbling into that notebook. “Ciao, Bella~!” “Eh . . .?” (Name) looked up, and closed the notebook in a flash. “Hi, Feliciano, how are y

Looking at the shelves of books, Arthur Kirkland found a familiar looking girl in the library. It was (Name), a girl from his class. They talked to each other once in a while, and ate together sometimes, too. "Hello, Miss (Last Name)," he greeted as he approached her. Unfortunately for him, they were still on formal terms. (Name) clutched her notebook close to her and smiled. "Hi, Mister Kirkland. How are you?" "I'm alright, thank you for asking. I'm just looking for a good book. And I'm guessing that you're looking for one too?" She laughed a bit before trying to reach up to get one, barely touching the book's spine. "Yes, I am." Arthur

 You jumped in surprise and teetered on your toes for a brief second, you couldn’t find your balance and tried to grab the book shelve, only a handful of books fell off into you hand. You fell onto stacks of books with a load thud; the papers from the books in your hand went flying all over the hallway. You sat up on the pile of books, shifting so they stopped poking your sides. Your (h/c) hair was in the face and you could barely see through the flurry of white sheets drifting through the air. You glanced up and tried to see who it was that startled you into falling. You only saw a large wall… But it wasn’t there before;

 You looked up and saw a silhouette, but a flickering ceiling light blurred your vision, you got to your feet. Nobody there. You swirled around. Something had touched your hand; somebody had to be here… “H-Hello? Ghosts? Monsters? Creepy library murderer…” You stepped back and hit something… It said ‘Ow.’ You froze, and turned around… The next thing you saw was red. A red maple leaf, on a jacket. The jacket of the guy you were now awkwardly hugging. You jumped back, your face redder than his jacket, you stuttered a bit. “Uh… I-I’m sorry… I didn’t s-see yo

You fell to the ground and skid on your butt. Your hair fell into your eyes and you struggled to see what had knocked you down. You felt around on the ground and tried to regain your footing, your hands came across two strange objects that moved away from your touch. You knew was someone there, you turned around on your knees and stood up as quick as you could. Flipping your head back to get your (h/c) hair out of your face. In front of you, stood a young man a little bit older than you, yet shorter than you by at least two inches. He had deep brown hair that appeared black, and his face was stoic except for a slight blush across his cheeks

You looked upward and all you could see was the ceiling, you weren’t on the ground. You started to panic and squirmed a bit. “Ca-rmf-ul… Don’t f-err-all…” A muffled voice reached your ears. You had fallen and been caught, you looked at the face of your rescuer. He was tall, very strong and built judging by how he was carrying you. He had short blonde hair that was combed and slicked back. His eyes glared at you with a hint of concern, they were a striking blue. He blinked at you, trying to say something but he had a small blue book wedged in his mouth. He must have put it there so he could use both arms

“Aha! I-I’m a-sorry! I didn’t a-mean to knock you over!” You looked up and saw two big brown eyes staring back at you; they started to fill up with tears. He dropped down beside you. “Veee! I was only a-reaching for the book! I did not a-mean to frighten you…” You awkwardly re-positioned yourself and patted his head… “Um, there there… Uh… My name is (name)… Are you going to be okay?” He sat up and stopped crying instantly. “Oh! (Name)? That is such a pretty name! But a-then again, pretty girls have pretty names~” He stood up and offered you a h