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4 1/2 ~ Emo & Libraries (Short)

After Blake brought me to his house and he checked in with his parents, we went to get something to eat. Which is where we currently were; at Chick-Fil-A.

"Medium frosted lemonade, please," I smiled at the cashier, tapping my finger on the counter. She nodded and turned to another teenage girl, telling her what I wanted.

I glanced behind me to see a familiar blonde standing there.

"So Little Red, whose funeral is it?" Samantha smirked at me, motioning to my clothes. I was in a black hoodie, black jeans, and combat boots.

I casually glanced around the room, looked back at her with a blank expression, "Haven't decided yet."

She faltered slightly, then leaned over when she saw I had headphones in. I'm assuming she was trying to figure out was I was listening to, "You should stop listening to that satanic emo shit."

"Ah, yes. Because I am about to summon fucking Satan with the lyrics of a Panic! At The Disco song. Fear me, mortals, for I have eyes the size of the moon," I rolled my eyes, turned and took my lemonade from the cashier, flashed Sam a big smile, "See ya, Sammie," and walked away.

Once I sat down, Blake gave me an odd look, "Sam's here?"

"So she's Sam now?" I smirked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

He rolled his eyes, "Don't give me that look, Sammie sounds childish."

"And that's exactly why I call her that," I sipped some of my lemonade, smirking as he shook his head.

"Whatever you say, Little Red," As he finished talking, Sammie came over and latched into his arm.

I think she was trying to seduce him, but I'm not too sure, "Blaaake," She whined, "Why don't you leave Little Red Riding Bitch alone and come hang out with me?"

Blake pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking her off his arm, "Sam, go away. Red and I are discussing our project, so you can go now."

Samantha grumbled lowly, a piercing look in her eyes, "You'll pay for taking my boyfriend, bitch," She glowered at me and I shook my head.

"Sam, for the last time, I am not your boyfriend!"

She scoffed, walking away with her side bitches. Sammie left the building, slamming the door behind her.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed before either one of us decided to speak up.

"Red, to be honest..." Blake started and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Don't say it..."

"You really do look emo."

*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~*

"Blake, what's our project again?" I chuckled nervously as he shot a glare my way.

He closed the book he was reading and tossed it down in the table, "Were making a collage art book of historical events. For instance, the Holocaust. Or... 9/11."

I nodded in understanding, wincing when the librarian shooshed us. We were currently in the public library looking for topics.

A giant smile formed on my lips, "How about we think outside the box?"

"What do you mean? This is completely factual, there's no going outside the box," He cocked his head and quirked an eyebrow.

I beamed, "What if we stray from doing huge important ones —which everyone will be doing— and do smaller yet still significant ones?"

"That's actually... a good idea," Shock etched on his face, he smiled, "You're smarter than you look, Red. You got the brains of a nerd and the looks of a top model."

A light pink tinged my cheeks, "So I'm the hot nerd? Good to know."

Blake's eyes widened and he shook his hands defensively, "No, no! That's not what I meant!"

"So..." I smirked, "I'm not the hot nerd?"

"I didn't- shut up and look through the books!"