[DISCONTINUED] Hazel Eyes - DW Fanfic

Chapter Five - Ten Degrees Under

Rose is sitting at her desk trying to focus and ignore the onslaught of questions and comments from the redheaded boy sitting on her bed.

They were a couple weeks in now. At first Rose had tried to pretend he didn't exist. But he ended up following her everywhere. Well, bit of an overstatement. He still spent some time with that group of boys, the ones who let out catcalls and whistles when they spotted him following Rose, but he managed to be an almost constant shadow to her regardless. He took to waiting outside her door to walk with her to classes (which, to Rose's annoyance, they had a lot of in common). Then one day she was running late getting everything together and made the mistake of letting him wait inside the room. Xander had plunked himself down on her bed and since he had welcomed himself inside anytime. In fact, he seemed to spend little time anywhere else.

"C'mon, just for a bit. Let's go out and do something." He groaned. Rose tapped her pencil on her lips pensively, trying to block out his voice and focus on the holographic diagram projected from her tablet.

Suddenly he materialized next to her grabbing the pencil out of her hand while she tried to write down notes on a scrap of paper.

"Hey, give it back!" She yelled crossing her arms and putting her feet up on the desk. Xander was smiling a couple feet away, waving the pencil in the air so she would have to get up to reach it.

He grin grew. "Not a chance."

"Give me the fucking pencil back." She kicked him playfully in the chest.

He stumbled back, feigning hurt. The act broke quickly as that idiotic smile creeped back onto his face. "What is this thing anyway? It's so rudimentary." He gave the pencil another wave, as if it were a magic wand, before making a big show of licking it.

"It's a pencil, stupid!" She glared at him, but he caught the edge of her lips twitch upward. No one used pencils and paper really anymore, but people weren't so ignorant to not know about them.

He grinned even wider (how he managed that will forever be a mystery) and didn't say anything, taking another couple steps back. She groaned, pushed off her desk so the chair forcefully rolled backward and got up crossing her arms. Xander hopped up on her bed not bothering with the fact he was still wearing shoes. He held the pencil up, snickering, with a 'come and get it' expression.

She strode up and began pulling the comforter off the bed from under him, causing him to stumble and fall backward. While he was grimacing on the floor Rose plucked the pencil out of his hand. "Thank you."

She sat back down in her seat. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him walking up behind her, rubbing his neck. The lazy grin back on his face. Rose pursed her lips and pulled her piece of paper closer.

"Come on, Rose." He started. "We don't even have classes. Let's go do something."

She internally groaned. Stubborn git. "What would we even do? I don't like bars or clubs or any of that shit, and besides," She gestured to the bright blue sky outside the window. "It's only like eleven."

"Err, we could get some lunch. Walk around campus. Start a cult. Sacrifice fried chicken to the gods. Maybe Satan. Or maybe, I dunno, go around taking pictures of people's shoes." He offered weakly.

"Fine." She said abruptly with a sudden finality, switching off her tablet.

"Huh?" He snapped to attention, stunned that she actually agreed.

She swung her chair around and smiled at him. "Let's go take pictures of people's shoes."

"Wait, what?" He protested as Rose picked up her purse and pulled on her worn leather boots.