The Lord of the Library

Chapter Seven

Palette was chatting with his technical half-brother, Starcross. He was strong, smart, and resembled Cross a lot. Of course, his personality was a mix of his parents, he looked a lot like his father. He had curly blonde hair, lighter than his mother's and as fluffy as his father's. Anyone would say that Star was a handsome young lad.

They were talking about the basketball team, which they both plan on trying out for.

"Hello boys." Error greeted them as they entered the gym.

"Hello Coach Error." They said. They looked at each other, disappointed that they couldn't do it at the same time. Again. 

"Man. So close!" Starcross sighed.

"We'll get it eventually." Palette smiled. He noticed someone was sitting on the bleachers. A darker skinned, feminine person with black hair, shaved at the sides of his head, with his hair tied into a messy bun behind it. He had odd, light cyan markings on his face. The person was wearing booty shorts with stockings, fishnets showing where his skin did from the stockings. 

Starcross had been the center of the person's eyes. Palette grabbed Star's arm, tugging it slightly.

"What?" Star looked at him.

"There's someone staring at you." Palette kept his eyes on the person. They knew Palette was pointing at him, and their face exploded with cyan blush and teleported away before Star could see them. Starcross looked back at Palette, a confused look in his eyes.

"But there's no one there?" Star asked, though it was supposed to be just a statement.

"There was someone there. They just teleported away, I am telling you the truth!" Palette was quick to defend.

"I believe you. Who do you think it was?" Star wondered.

"I don't know. I have never seen them." Palette shrugged.

"How did they look?" Star asked.

"Well, uh..." Palette looked up, as if into his memories, trying to think how to describe the person. "I'll draw them later. That's the best way I can describe them."

"Okay."

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Crescent panted, nervous. He shook his head, deciding to go get his key to his dorm.

"Here you go, Miss!" The teacher smiled.

"I'm actually a boy..." Crescent corrected.

"Oh, sorry Sir!" The teacher rubbed the back of her head.

Crescent nodded and left. Room 672. Great. Crescent went outside with his borrowed cart, where his big brother, Lunar, was waiting.

"You got my stuff?" Crescent asked, rather demandingly.

"Yeah yeah, Radier just left with Scrouge with their stuff. Get your shit so I can get to my own campus." Lunar opened his truck, a few boxes left in it.

Crescent got it in a cart, waving his oldest brother as he drove away.

Crescent got to his dorm, opening the door.

"Big cousin?!" A voice exclaimed. Crescent saw a pretty pale girl with short lavender hair that stuck up like fire. Her joyful pastel purple eyes shined with stars.

"Lux!" Crescent's face brightened.

"Does Star know you're here yet?" Lux asked, hugging him.

"N-not yet..." Crescent mumbled, thinking about his cousin. It was so wrong how hot he was. God, he wanted to see Starcross and talk with him as soon as possible! But what if he moved on? What if Star didn't want to see him?

"You're in this dorm, this is amazing! Come on, I have the perfect room for you!" Lux lead Cres to a room. 

It was smaller, but had a a big, princess-like window showing the outside and a large closet, that was taking up a good portion of the room. The curtains weren't there, but Crescent could get his own. It was so pretty with pink-tilted painted walls.

"Wow, this is amazing. Alre you sure you don't want it?" Crescent looked out, smiling at the cute room.

"Yep! I got a different one." Lux replied.

"Thanks." Crescent smiled, waving to her as she left. He began to unpack his room. 

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Palette hung with Starcross.

"Can you draw that person now?" Starcross asked. Palette lead him to a table in the hallway, grabbing some pencils and a piece of paper. He began to draw.

An hour later, Palette gave Starcross a drawing. Star's eyes widened, realizing who the person was.

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