The Best Moments Of Our Lives

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A/N: And Chapter 2 is up. I didn't really specify if this was in a more modern setting or what, and the answer to that is simple. I don't know yet.

Maribelle was a different sort of girl when it came to personalities. She knew she was privileged with money, and she wanted the whole school to know it. She walked with the grace of a maiden in a medievil castle. Maribelle's mother was an aclaimed writer, and her father owned a publishing company. To say the least, Maribelle grew up living and breathing literature. For as long as Stahl had known her, the girl was always right by Cordelia's side, only leaving it for the few classes they didn't have in common. Gym was one of those classes. However, the girl had plenty of peers to talk to, so seeing her sitting alone and sad threw Stahl for a loop.

Stahl took a breath and started his aproached to Maribelle. He knew the girl was a master at hiding her true intentions, so he was prepared to decipher what was really wrong. The girl looked fair today, with her normal attire of designer clothes and accessories. Her blonde locks were pulled up in a ponytail, except for a few sray strands that fell in her face. The blue in her normally-prideful eyes was darker than the usual vibrant color. Her thoughts seemed to be distant from the scenery around her. Stahl walked up and tapped her on the shoulder. When she looked up at him standing there, the boy noticed her eyes were puffy, and dark bags were under her lids.

"Oh gods. Maribelle, what's up with you? You look less..I don't know...like yourself."

Maribelle simply shook her head. "It's nothing you would understand. Even if you did, there's no way you can help." She attempted to shoo him away by waving a manicured hand in his direction.

"Well I don't know if I can help until you tell me, so go ahead." He crouched down and sat on his haunches. "I've got time to talk anyway, so shoot."

The girl sighed glumly. "It's just...It's Gregor. He's did something stupid. He thinks taht we should find our own place to live, and I disagreed with him. We argued, and now he's ignoring me when I try to apologize."

Stahl nodded as she went on. Gregor was a tough guy to get a view on. The guy was a trouble-maker, yet he entered the school through good grades and a high recomendation from a well-liked associate of the headmaster. He proved to be a hassle to handle around all the higher class students at first, but then he started to hang out with Maribelle. The two seemed to have a stable relationship, until now that is. "Why would he want to move? Is his old home that bad?"

Maribelle shook her head. "That's what I asked him. He just said, 'You wouldn't understand, babe.' Then he went off grumbling something about 'bros' and too much drinking. Now I'm worried he won't forgive me." She sighed and placed a palm on her forehead. "What would you do in this situation? I know what I said earlier was harsh, but I'm extremely desperate for help." Tears began to well up in her eyes again.

Stahl quickly placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it. I was going to help even if you said not to. If I was you...let's see..I would give Gregor some time to cool off. Then I would approach him later on. Don't worry. He's probably just stressed out or something. He needs alone time, just like you do sometimes."

Maribelle nodded and sniffled. "True. I never thought that he probably has a whole ton of stuff on his shoulders as well. I'll try what you said. Thanks." She abruptly stood up and wrapped him in a heart-felt hug.

Stahl's eyes widened. Maribelle had always wanted to keep a certain distance away from people who didn't match her picky criteria, so he embrace shocked him more than her saddeded look. He looked around at the confused faces of the other people in the gym and lightly returned the hug, not sure what to do. He patted her back and tried to push her away to breathe. "Uh...All I did was tell you my view. I really don't need this. Please let go. You're cutting off my circulation."