My Digital Escape One Shots

Volunteer Librarian

You were on your way to the library for what seemed to be the millionth time that week. You went there every single day after school to volunteer with the little kids, and then you came back after dinner to read a little bit and maybe check out a book or two. You didnt leave until it closed, even then staying behind for an extra couple minutes to be at peace a little bit longer before going home.

Going to the library was like a religion to you, the only outlet that you had to get away from home.

Your parents were going through a divorce, and your father didn't have the money to move out immediately. He was staying in the basement on an old leather couch, and it seemed that all he ever did was go to work, sleep, drink, and yell. So much constant yelling, it was a terrible environment for you to read, you just had to get out of the house.

That day, while helping out with the smaller children, you had noticed an unfamiliar face. He was about eighteen and he was wearing more bracelets than you thought could be possible. He had on a beanie and a black Pierce the Veil shirt, one that you also owned. In fact you had considered wearing it that day, but instead deciding on a Sleeping With Sirens shirt.

One of the librarians aproached you with a large cart of books, a wide smile on her wrinkled face. She was about seventy, but she only looked to be in her mid-forties. She was the nicest of the librarians, and always made sure you found the right book.

"Hey, Y/N," she said politely. "Would you mind showing our new volunteer where to put the books? He needs to know some of the basics of the filing system and I've got so many books to check back in and I'm all by myself-"

"Of course, Mrs. H," you said as nicely as you could. "It'd be my pleasure." She smiled at you, pinching your cheek and going back to the front desk. You grabbed the cart, looking over at the new volunteer. He was staring at you, blushing as you took notice. You waved him over to you, walking in the general direction of the adult book shelves.

"Alright, kid, what's your name?" you asked him, grabbing out a random book and finding the place it belonged. He followed you closely, watching your every move.

"Kyle," he said, fixing his hair. "And I'm pretty sure I'm older than you."

"I consider maturity to be the actual measurement of age. And just by looking at you, I can tell that I am much older."

"Was there a compliment hidden in there or...?" You smile sarcastically, patting his cheek.

"Sure." He pouted jokingly, cracking a huge smile at the same time as you. The two of you continued to place books on their appropriate shelves. You made sure Kyle understood the shelving system so that he could put things away on his own with as little difficulties as possible. He stayed at the library for as long as you did, something that nobody else has ever done.

"Hey, it's really dark out," he stated. "Do you want me to walk you home?" Your cheeks took on a slight red hue, and you were thankful of the darkness in the parking lot to mask it.

"Y-you don't have to," you stated. "Really, I walk home everyday at this time and nothing bad has ever happened to me." He shook his head.

"It'd be my pleasure to walk you home." The two of you walked down a few streets, turning a couple of times. You were a few houses away from yours when you turned your head a bit to see him smiling.

"What are you smiling at?" you asked.

"I live in that blue house right there," he said. "The one next door to the crazy people that yell all the time. I just find it funny that we live so close. Which house is yours?"

"The one where all the yelling is coming from," you stated quietly, feeling the awkward atmosphere set in.

"Oh...I didn't mean to offend you or anything I just-"

"It's okay. My parents argue quite a bit. They're going through a divorce and my dad hasn't found a place to move to. I'm only here when the library isn't open." He nodded his head, stopping at the short fence separating your yards.

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" You smiled, a blush taking over your cheeks once again.

"Sure." You parted ways, you going to your loud and violent house, him going to his quiet and loving one.

You passed your drunken parents on your way to your room, hoping that they wouldn't try to say anything to you.

"Why are you home so late, huh bitch?" Your father asked, your mother starting to scream at him. "Probably out with some boy. You're nothing but a bitch in heat!"

You went to your room and locked the door, locking the second lock you bought and installed all by yourself. You laid on your bed and got under the covers, not caring about changing into pajamas. And for the first time, instead of dreaming about running away to one of the fantasy worlds in your books, you thought about the boy across the fence, and what may lie ahead for the two of you in the future.

And for the first time in his entire life, Kyle didn't dream about getting new games or being king of the world. He thought about the girl across the fence, and how much he was worried about her as the screams of her parents rattled her house's wall.

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Part Two anybody? Yay or nay?

I'm hoping to work some AUs (alternate universes) into this story. I'm thinking some of the classics, zombie apocalypse, end of the world, fairytale, that kind of stuff. If you've got any ideas, feel free to share them with me. I'm open for ideas.

Sorry I haven't been as active recently as I have been in the past. Band camp is in eleven days and I've got to prepare. And by prepare I mean write some shit up before I'm torn away from reality and forced to exercise and memorize things.

Promise to get some newer oneshots up soon. The BF is on a boy scout trip so you guys have all of my attention.

Stay safe, stay strong, and stay beautiful my Lil bitchez.

Yours Truly,

Andromeda Leigh Barnett