Important

Chapter 1

Signe knew this was potentially the creepiest thing they had ever done. The human was definitely going to catch them and call the patrol but that thought had never crossed Signe’s mind. All they could think about was the human girl’s striking blue and purple eyes, her beautiful jet black hair that was shaved on the left side, her nose; a small button with a splash of tanned freckles on the bridge, her clothes; a leather jacket and ripped black jeans, they were thinking about her red lips and long eyelashes that cast shadows on the cheeks in the sun, the way she walked with an air of confidence and pride, something so rarely seen in humans, no other thought could top it. And how could it? Anyone would be enthralled by this gorgeous girl if they even knew what beautiful was.

That’s why Signe, not thinking before they acted once again; something their parents always chastised them for, began following her around. You couldn’t really blame Signe, at least that’s what she thought, humans were always such a mystery to her. Why were they alone? Why were there so little of them? Why did all the other species hate them? Signe’s parents always avoided the question whenever they brought it up. A small part of them thought that if they were able to speak to a human the human would answer these questions for her.

The girl being hot was an added bonus.

Signe followed her through campus, past the club rooms, through the gyms, around the classrooms and to the library. She walked in and maneuvered through the bookshelfs like she had done this a million times before, Signe almost lost her a couple times. Eventually they found themselves at the back of the library in a small section where the X, Y, and Z books were. She sat herself down at a small table and took a notebook and pen out of her bag and began writing.

Signe grabbed a random book about zoology and sat down in the opposite corner, peering at the girl from behind the book. Signe soon found that she was quite interesting to watch. Her eyebrows furrowed every so often and she would stop writing in the book for a moment, her lips then pursed rather adorably until she figured whatever she need to. She would grin and continue scribbling in the notebook. She would glance out the window every so often and stare, lost in thought.

What Signe found most interesting though, was the tapping. The girl was always tapping something, when she was writing it would be her foot or her fingers and sometimes her pen would rapidly patter on the table. Everything about this girl was so mysterious and Signe wanted to learn more.

The girl soon put her notebook away and brought out a drawing pad and some pencils. She began bringing her pencil to the paper in long broad lines, too light for Signe to see. They couldn’t help but be transfixed by everything this girl did. Even though she was only sitting and drawing her movements were elegant and drawn out, even when she made lines so short they could have been considered dots.

Sometimes, the girl would glance up at Signe as they tried to make it look like they were just reading, Signe thought it was working.

“How ya doing there stalker.” The girl said, not bothering to look up from her work.

Nevermind.

“W-What do you m-mean?” Signe managed to squeak out, blue blush flushing to their neck.

“You haven’t turned your page in the last three hours we’ve been sitting here and you’ve been following me all day, did you really think I didn’t notice?” Signe sunk into her chair.

“S-Sorry,” they muttered and the girl laughed, her laugh sounded like bells jingling. Signe couldn’t move, something about this girl had her paralyzed.

“Oh it’s fine, I don’t particularly mind it. The entourage, if a little creepy. I’d like to know why though.” Signe ducked beneath her book.

“N-No reason, I just w-wanted to I guess,” They managed to choke and the girl raised a disbelieving brow.

“Is it my amazing personality?” She said posed dramatically. “My hilarious sense of humor?” She grasped her chest. “My aura of superiority?” She flipped her hair back then wiggled her brows at Signe. “I know! It’s my dashing good looks isn’t it?”

“N-No it’s n-not!”

It was.

“I’m joking, I’m joking. Although if it was-” She laughed at the look of horror on Signe’s face. “Kidding, and I really didn’t mind you following me round today, I wasn’t doing anything particularly important anyway. However! You’ve gotten a sneak peak into my life so it’s fair that I get the same look into yours. Tell me about yourself little Artesian.” She set down her pencil and turned to Signe, they could feel the blue rise to their cheeks in embarrassment and something else that Signe couldn’t put their finger on.

“W-Well my name’s Signe and I’m Artesian, that’s all there is to me I guess.” They muttered and played with their fingers. The girl clicked her tongue.

“That’s all I get? Surely that’s not all there is to you,” She drawled and leaned back in her chair. “C’mon Signe, tell me what you like to do.”

                                                      “Nothing important.”

                     “If you like to do it, it’s important.”

                              “Why?”

           “Because you’re important.”

                                 “How do you know?”

                            “I just do.”

Signe hadn’t noticed the two of them were whispering, they hadn’t noticed how the girl’s eyes searched every inch of their body, seeming to read things about them not even Signe knew. They weren’t sure whether they like it or not.

“I don’t think you do,” Signe whispered again. “I think you’re wrong about me. I’m not important.”

The girl looked her over again before gathering her things and getting up.

“Dear Signe, you will soon learn something very important,” the girl chirped and headed out the room. “I’m always right.”

“W-Wait! Where are you g-going? W-What’s your name?” Signe called and stood up, catching the girl right before she left the room.

“My name?” She questioned. “Well that, little Artesian, is a mystery for another   day.” The girl left the room with a grin, leaving Signe in the aftershock of her whirlwind of a world to deal with.