Sparks Will Fly

Chapter 1: Sandy Beaches, Salty Breezes

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Y/n closed the cover of her book, feeling the normal emptiness you feel when you finish a good book.

Eventually, that emptiness grew. She was out of reading material. Her dad's newspapers and her mom's magazines wouldn't do. And a book wasn't as fun to read if you read it a second time.

The hammock shifted as she got up from it. My bare feet met with the soft sand. Y/n glanced over to the summer home she was staying in. It was right on top of the cliff in front of the beach.

For now the palm trees shielded from her from the hot sun.

As she was walking up the stairs, she didn't bother to look at the horizon. She was going to look at it many times anyway; it was the beginning of summer.

The door opened with a creak... At first, Y/n's e/c eyes were sparkling with fear. She had many doubts about staying here. Her parents called her superstitious. "There won't be any storm", they said. "The house won't fall off the cliff", they said.

"Damn it all..." She muttered with a frown as she searched for her shoes. She had to go to the library now. Luckily, there was a town nearby. Hopefully there was a library there.

~~~~~~~~~~Time Skip by Beatoriche!~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n stood in front of the quite large library. It was about time. Frustration boiled her stomach as she remembered all those people who blew her off after she asked them for directions.

She would have gotten here about 30 minutes earlier.

Yet, happiness and satisfaction carried her long legs towards the entrance. She swung open the mahogany door, letting the cold air wash over her s/c skin.

She hoped that she wasn't the only junior here. Well, senior. Books shouldn't only be read during school hours.

Y/n browsed the vast shelves, trying to find the (favorite genre) section. As she did, Y/n felt her dress suddenly become shorter. Also, she couldn't move that well. She looked behind her and saw her f/c sun dress caught on a stray nail. To her dismay, the nail had already poked a hole in her dress...!

A hand had beat her to her own rescue. "Whoa! Pardon me, miss..." It was a boy. He revealed himself from behind the shelf.

He was absolutely gorgeous.

The sunlight that peeked from the window shone on his short and soft-looking blonde hair. His gray eyes sparkled like gemstones. His chest and arms, they looked so easy to fall into and sleep in. So secure and warm...

Y/n blinked and shook her head. "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have worn a dress..." She freed her dress and patted it down. The blonde man stared at the book in her hand with a smile unraveling on his face. "Ah, (favorite author)?" He asked.

Y/n nodded. "Yeah... I love to read from her/him/them."

"So do I!" The sparkle in his eyes became brighter.

His name is Kurapika Kurta. Strange name for a beautiful man. They both loved (favorite author), and books in general. The two teenagers sat at a table, chatting quietly. He was also a junior becoming a senior. As Y/n listened to him, she couldn't stop staring at his lovely features. Every part of him was just beautiful.

"So, do you live here, in this city?" He asked. Y/n shook her head. "Nope... I'm just here for the summer. My parent's summer home is just outside of the city, near the beach." She explained, rubbing the smooth cover of the book under her hand.

"They let you come to the town to look for something to read?" He questioned.

"No, they're not even here. I made the flight by myself, and I'm gonna fly back on September 1st." Y/n didn't usually like to speak. She only spoke when talked to, and even then, she did everything she could to make sure the conversation ended as soon as possible.

But, with this Kurapika, the words flowed out of her mouth like water out of a fountain. There was just something about his appearance, the way his hair shone in the sunlight... She wanted to know what makes him sparkle, what makes him tick, and she could only do that by talking about herself first. Give and take, take and give.

"Well, I live in the city. I could show you around sometime." Y/n could feel happiness wash over her, as if she was taking a warm shower after trudging through the snow for hours. She nodded. "I'll definitely take you up on that offer."

Y/n finally stood up, remembering she had to acquire a library card to get her books. Kurapika followed her with his eyes. "How about lunch tomorrow? My girlfriend and I would be happy to treat you."

Y/n completely froze when she heard that dreaded word. Her heart sunk, and a sick feeling of nausea washed over her. She pressed her lips together. He has a girlfriend...?

He tilted his head at her. "Are you okay, Y/n?" The beautiful h/c girl nodded her head. Realization sparked like a lighter in his gray eyes. "D-do not fear. She is just like a lily. Besides, if she does lose her temper, I'll protect her from you."

As gorgeous as he was, she couldn't help but feel doubt.

Then, Kurapika grabbed her hand. Her eyes widened and her heartbeat quickened. Why was he holding her hand? Kurapika stared into her face and begged. "Please come tomorrow! I promise you won't regret it. Don't worry about a thing."

Once again, his appearance got her. Y/n finally put on the most realistic smile she could. "I'll come tomorrow... I promise."

The smile that she had already come to love bloomed on his face. "Great! Please come to the cafe near the cherry blossom trees, east of the city. You'll find your way easily. It won't rain tomorrow, so the blossoms will act as a guide as soon as you enter the city." It's a good thing he was descriptive.

Y/n left the library, half-joyful, half-empty. As if his girlfriend would be so accepting of her boyfriend meeting another girl, and then asking her to come to lunch with them? Talk about ridiculous.

Then, Y/n suddenly felt a burst of courage explode inside her like fireworks. Maybe if she becomes both their friends, then she'll feel enough satisfaction, so she won't try to steal him away from his girlfriend.

With a smile on her face, Y/n ran back to her summer home, determined to make a great impression tomorrow.