Seto's POV:
I walked down the boulevard street, the sun almost directly overhead. Its heat-and the load of Rune Books that was carrying- made it pretty hard to keep a steady pace, but I managed. I was half tempted to stop at the coffee shop next to my destination, but, like always, I didn't have much money to spare. I mean, what Orphanage-living teen does, anyway?
Yeah, I live in a children's orphanage. When I was a kid-no matter how cleshay it sounds, it’s the truth-she left me on the doorstep of one of Everlost's few orphanages. Ever since then, I’d grown up there, and now I help the "wardens" take care of the younger kids.
Hooray Seto, hero of the day. Now keep moving. You have work to do, or have you forgotten already? A voice in the back of my mind hissed, and I rolled my eyes.
Don't roll your eyes at me, Mr. You have very important business to take care of.
Whatever, but this '"Business" better not cut into my gaming time...
Soon, after brushing my overly-long dusty brown hair out of my eyes-several times- and rounding a few corners, I finally saw my destination. It was a rundown little library, on the corner of 6th and Winchester. It was an old shop, and so few people ever went in. I liked to go there whenever it was too loud to read at the orphanage-almost every day, sadly.
Walking up to the old shop, I sighed. It was a nice shop, just in need of some remodeling. I would do it with magic, of course, but that would probably draw too much attention.
Besides, last time I used my powers, it didn’t go well...
Ok, ok. Now is not the time to reminisce! Besides, I’m pretty sure that you’re here only to see that... that... that boy.
Great, my mind is Homophobic. That is going to be GREAT FUN. I blushed lightly, ignoring the snide comments my self-conscience made, unaware that I could still hear it. So, for those of you who haven't guessed yet, I am Gay. Yeah, big shocker, right? More like another reason to be bullied and such. Not to mention that I’m;
Antisocial,
Quiet,
Emo-looking,
But let's not get into that right now. Back to the old shop. Taking a deep breath, I opened the old wooden door, the smell of dust and old books flooding out into the humid August air. Looking around-after brushing my hair out of my face-my cheeks reddened slightly when I saw the boy that my self-conscious had scolded me about.
He had somewhat-spiky/messy blonde-yellow hair, and REALLY bright, endearing blue eyes. They were almost glowing blue, actually. I remembered that he was the shop keep’s son. Of COURSE he would be working here, IDIOT! I mentally scolded myself...
Today, he was wearing-what I could see, anyways- a grey-blue hoodie, and jeans. He sat at the old oak check-out desk that was covered in loose paperwork and really good sketches. The sketches were mostly nature-based, like an ocean crashing against rocks, and stuff like that. In fact he was drawing something boredly. As he looked up at me, with a speck of interest, I buried my nose into one of my books, pretending not to notice him. He soon looked back at his art.
