Sanscest/Fontcest Fluff and/or Smut One/Multi-Shots [Requests On Hold]

More Than a Crush - Library!Goth & Cheer!Palette

(I would've included their full titles but it would have been too long...Librarian!Goth and Cheerleader!Palette)

(Goth)

People often ask me how I don't fall asleep daily while working in the school library as an assistant. My answer: always busy. Real reason? My day was spent waiting for a particular someone to come in.

He always came in, every day, no matter what. Him in his perky cheerleader colors and bright smile. Even in the calm, quiet space of the library, he managed to brighten it up. Sometimes he would get noisy and I'd have to tell him to hush, and he'd always smile and nod at me.

"Sure thing, Goth," he'd say brightly.

Who did I wait for? Out-of-my-reach, out-of-my-league, and non-other than the cheer captain himself, Palette Roller.

God, he was adorable. But he'd never like me back.

I would just have to suffer my shy silence. Forever. Until I graduate. And probably later.

One day, I was busy cataloging books when he stopped in front of my desk. He leaned over, peering at my work while I was so absorbed I didn't even notice him approaching.

"Whacha doin'?" he asked softly. I jumped, knocking my stamp pad to the floor and smudging the stamp I'd been putting on one of the books.

"Palette, d-don't scare me like that!" I hissed. He frowned, picking up my stamp.

"Sorry, Goth," he apologized quietly.

"It's okay," I waved him off, "I was so busy. I'm cataloging these books. We just got them in."

"Neat," he said. He handed me a book, "I think this book is busted. Can you fix it?"

"It might take me a while. Leave it on the desk and I'll see what I can do," I smiled at him. He beamed at me and left, giving me a little wave.

A while after he left I finished my cataloging and took a look at the book Palette left me. It didn't look ripped or damaged, so I picked it up and opened it, flipping through the pages. As I flipped through the pages a small piece of paper fell out onto my desk. I picked it up, curious as to why he left a bookmark in a supposedly damaged book.

I blushed at the paper, reading;

Dear Goth - Meet me under the bleachers after school - Pallete

Palette Roller wanted to meet me under the bleachers?! Me, of all people!?

I would go, of course. While it could be a trick I doubted Palette would agree to such a thing. He had a heart of gold, which is one of the reasons I liked him so much. Though, I'd heard stories about what happened under the bleachers...

Blushing, I put the paper in the front cover of the book and checked to make sure the book didn't have any actual damage. It didn't, so I took my cart of newly cataloged books and began to set them on the shelves. All the while I wondered what Palette was up to...

(Palette)

"I can't believe I let you talk me into that," I told PJ, my dad's boyfriend's son and most popular jock in school. We sat at lunch together, me staring with a warm face at my food and him eating like he hadn't had food in weeks.

"Please," PJ swallowed a bite, "If I'm right about him, he likes you back."

"What if you're wrong? What if he shows up just to tell me he doesn't like me? What if he just doesn't show up at all?" I glanced at PJ worriedly and sighed, "Maybe he hasn't read the note and I can just go get the book back before he reads it..."