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Bookworm (Lillian x Claire)

Lillian's P.O.V 1,100+ words

Do you ever just look at someone and think, 'I'm gonna marry them one day'? That's the first thought I got when I saw her across there room.

Her hair was split into two different colors. One a beautiful pastel blue and the other pink. Each side had a bun at the top and half of the curly hair down. It was a semi-updo. I loved it.

I wanted to run my hands through her hair and let the beautiful curls flow through my fingers like the ocean over rough rocks.

I had curly hair too, it was dyed a darker seafoam green. Today I had pinned it back to keep it out my face. It had a tendency to blow in the wind and hit me directly in the eye.

I had never seen this girl in the library before. I came every single day or inspiration. I didn't like reading but I loved to write. The atmosphere and the different types of people gave me the most impressive ideas.

I've never seen so many different people walk into and pass a library. It was in the middle of town where it was the most busy. I saw different ethnicities, different hair types, different personalities, and lets just say different everything.

But she caught my attention almost instantly. The moment the little door chime rang my eyes flickered up from my computer. The way she walked was very up tight. She was definitely the type to have social anxiety.

Her curves complimented the skin tight twenty one pilots shirt she was wearing. The way the skirt bounced around when she walked was mesmerizing. Not to mention the way her feet faced inward, her knees looking awkwardly cute.

I opened an new Word document and started to type out all her physical traits. I'm not a stalker, I do this for everyone I find interesting. Like I said, it's for writing purposes. It's hard for me to create characters, so when I get inspiration I snatch it up.

Every time I turned my head she was looking at a different book. At first To Kill a Mockingbirdand then it was A Dogs Purpose. When I saw The Fault In Our Stars in her hand I swallowed hard. That book makes me cry so much.

After sometime she went from fiction to non-fiction, then back to fiction. In her hand was a few books about World War II. I almost wanted to go up to her and tell her how much I loved writing about wars. It was kind of a fascination of mine.

Then she stopped looking at books and took the World War II one. My heart almost stopped because she started to walk toward me. I saved and closed the document and slammed my computer shut.

That's when I realized she was just walking to check to book out. Her attention immediately turned to me. I started to panic a little. What I my hair wasn't perfect? What if she caught me staring? What if she thinks I'm a stalker?!

I hadn't really realized I was having an anxiety attack until I felt her hand on my shoulder, "Are you okay, you seem very anxious." Her voice was soft and sweet. That of a sugarplum fairy.

"I-I'm fine." I choked out nervously.

She removed her hand from my shoulder, a small smile creeping to the side of her mouth, "I really hope so, you seemed very uptight."

She nodded once and made her way back toward the librarian. At that very moment I felt as if I was going to keel over and die.

The next few days were practically hell on Earth. I couldn't ever bring myself to talk to her again. I didn't even get her name!

She was in the library at the same time and the same spot every single day. After about a week of me staring at her and typing out what I thought her personality was, I gave up. Everything about her was so perfect and amazing. I don't believe in love at first sight but good lord I've fallen for her hard.

The sad part is I don't even know her. I don't know what she could be like. I don't know who's she's dated. I don't even know if she's gay or whatever. Just because I'm pansexual doesn't mean everyone else is. It's not easy finding someone especially when majority of the population isn't like you.

One thing I do believe in is that you're born liking a certain sexuality. For about 15 years of my life I thought I was straight. I thought I liked guys and that maybe I was just a bit closer to girls every now and then. If course I was wrong but that's besides the point. You don't just become who you are out of nowhere. Sometimes it just takes a certain someone to bring out those feelings.

Some people know they are gay and they still date straight people. They're only hurting themselves because they'll never be happy.

That's how I found out at least.

I wasn't the type to make first moves. I liked the fact she came to me first. She seemed to have been concerned for me and a very lighthearted person.

My hands began to shake as I stood up. My legs practically turned all noodly and gross and I walked over to her. All I saw was her and no one else. She was my destination. From Point A to Point B.

I took a deep breathe and before I could say a word she turned around and smiled, "I see you finally decided to talk to me?"

Finally? What does she mean by finally? I don't understand. Has she been watching me too?

"I-I don't know..."

"I've been watching you too you know. You've been staring at me for the past week. It's kinda funny actually." She laughed lightly. She laughed. I could've melted right then and there. The way she smiled and the way she laughed. It was all so, perfect.

"Well, m-my name is Lillian." I blurted out and stuck my hand out toward her.

"Nice to meet you Lillian, I'm Claire. I think you deserve a hug." And she hugged me, "You are a very brave young lady. I think maybe we should be friends." She hugged me and she asked me to me friends. I could've never asked me more.

"I'd love to be friends with you." I said, a small blush creeping up on my cheeks.

Maybe I could have a chance with her, just maybe.

~Mother Emo