Maybe it's enough - Phan (Completed)

Library

HAI :3 okay next part

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(Phil's point of view)

Lunchtime, excellent. This is my only haven, the library. It's the one place nobody can hurt me. Nobody can touch me in here, abuse me, call me names. And it's so quiet. The books are like my home, most of the I can relate to, it's as if they know my story.

I hear the door open from the front of the library, frowning as nobody ever comes in here. Right now, I'm drawing, more doodling the characters from the book, seeing if I could copy them. I'm reading bleach, last comic of them all. It's sad, seeing as I will have to finish and start a completely knew anime, but exciting. After all, I've been waiting for this moment for a while.

There's a figure standing, staring at me. I don't know who it is, for all I know it could be one of the butch guys who likes a little beating every now and then, deciding to punch me a few times whilst the librarian isn't looking, or it could be just another student, wanting to read. But why would they come up here? Up here all there is are the anime and manga comics...

I finally look up, taking a quick glance at the figure. He's tall, very tall. Chocolate brown hair and eyes with tanned skin. He looked my age, possibly younger. He's noticed I'm looking at him, now staring oddly at the books in front of him. I sigh, returning my concentration to my sketchbook, rubbing out the guide lines of my last drawing, smiling softly.

He's over by the anime comics, something nobody but me does. I look up once again, staring at I'm sat in the corner, his face stuck in one of the death note books. This is only when I realise he looks so much like Light Yagami. Let's call him Light for now.

Light has a black short sleeved top on, an oval shaped, white ring in the middle. Skinny black jeans, just like me, and a pair of Toms.

Light looked up, staring straight at me, a glare on his face.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" He snaps at me, making me shoot my head back to my sketchbook, unable to stop my cheeks burning. He's pretty, I must admit.

And this is when the bell goes, causing me to jump from shock and stop my trail of thought, picking up my sketchbook and placing the book back in the shelf behind me, behind everything else.

Next lesson is history, definitely not one of my favourites. I sigh, going to my usual seat in the back corner, waiting for the rest of the class to take up the seats. Hopefully none of them sitting next to me. Ten minutes pass, all the class have come in and taken their seats, the odd few throwing as much insult at me as they can before our teacher appears, telling the class to shut up and get their books out. This is when Light walks in. Crap.

The only seat spare is the one beside me, meaning I have no choice but to give it up. I hear him groan, turning to the teacher to be lectured about being late.

"Do I have to sit next to him?" I hear him ask stupidly loudly to our teacher, she pauses, before saying if he got in earlier he could've chosen.

I guess not even Light likes me. Although who does?

The boy slumps down in the seat next to me, correcting his posture seconds later to sit up right, hands on his lap. He's new, I would've recognised him.

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Sorry it's short, I don't know what to write right now.

Mitzu <3