Patrochilles Oneshots

High School Sweethearts

Patroclus is a high school student who enjoys being with himself at the library. One day, he meets Achilles, a boy who keeps his attention. (Let me know what you guys think. I've written a lot more parts to this so if you enjoy, I will consider posting :D)
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Patroclus met Achilles on the 21st of September, in the school's library, during 6th period lunch.

Patroclus settled in a wood carven chair, gently flipping the sides of the parchment-filled pages of an old American fable within an empty library. His eyes scan the contents with great and uttermost attentiveness, taking in every detail as if it contained the answer to the meaning of life.

No one treasures the journals of past novels much anymore, but Patroclus took it all in as if it were priceless material.

It was addictive, and his ability to recite the information by request was painstakingly out-of-the-ordinary. He needed the books to survive, and even though they appeared somewhat depressing, stories soothed him.

He reads the precise words upon the pages while a narration of his own words plays as if a record in his head, the vinyl recorded every verse and parable into his memory, keeping them safe in his cerebral cortex.

Patroclus often thought about what it'd be like if he was the protagonist in his own storybook. What adventures he'd embark on in order to achieve one significant goal. Would this life be worth all the blatant misery if it eventually led up to a happy ending like a children's fairytale?

History books never ended perfectly. They are sought and created for the sole purpose of educating students, implying that a victory for the main character is never guaranteed. He liked it that way, fairytale endings seemed seamlessly dull.

The book he's reading has served its purpose, and he stands up from his seated position to fetch another. Though the period only lasted for ten more minutes at most, it wouldn't hurt to indulge in another alluring novel.

He eyes the labels placed on the wooden slabs in front of each bookshelf. The rows of paperback books seemed endless, yet the school's library barely got any funding from the community to expand the area. It's funny, Patroclus didn't think that parents would invest in water polo rather than the art of literature. Books were a ceaseless wonderland of the most realistic type of magic known to man.

Who knows what would have come of the world if the persistent recordings of poets and authors were lost? Patroclus laughs quietly to himself. His generation had lost so much potential, and while thinking of this anomalous fact, he decided to go down the fiction aisle reading A-F.

He scans the rows with complete focus, looking for a story he hasn't explored yet. He caresses his fingers on the back of the stiff middle of hard copies, fingering each and every title upon the row labeled F. A peculiar book catches his attention, and he grabs it and stares at the cover.

It displays a painting of two upper-class aristocrats, a man, and a woman, and a large text in which states: This Side of Paradise, F. Scott Fitzgerald. Patroclus sighs an exhale of amusement. Of course, he was attracted to the work of F. Scott Fitzgerald. Fitzgerald's imagination and storytelling was pure genius.

He opens the book with complete gentleness, noticing how delicate and primordial the story appeared. It had to be one of the first editions. The rips on the edges and weathered parchment agreed, it must've been a century old.

Patroclus turns to head to the checkout counter, still staring at the precious book in the palms of his hands. He stops at the desk and looks up from his gaze, and he feels his heart drop slightly when he realizes that he wasn't the only student in the library.