Library Boy |✓

[3]

Brandy continued to clutch her books to her chest; her emotionless eyes continued to watch her feet pound against the sidewalk. She had continued walking on the familiar path as a familiar building came into view. Though the only difference from all the other times she had seen this building from this time, was the boy standing with his foot propped up against the side of it. Her pale orbs continued to trail up to his face, mentally tracing his symmetrical features with the acceptance of his slightly crooked nose and curve of his lip that came along with that permanent smirk of his. She quickly looked away as he acknowledged her existence and the other side of his lip tilted up, forming a smile. Brandy decided it was time she headed into the library and leave behind the mysterious boy that seemed to be everywhere she was. Even in her daydreams. She quickly shook her head pushing open the double doors and walking straight to her seat. Not bothering to pick out any books or finish any, just laying there with her head in her heads and silently groaning in aggravation.

Ryker watched her walk inside. She hid behind a curtain of her hair as she walked past him; he didn't like that. She was hiding herself from him, while other girls were throwing themselves at him. He took a drag out of his cigarette before quickly coughing it up as he had inhaled too much of the toxic smoke. He crushed the rest of it under the sole of his shoe and disposed of it in the trash can. He pushed past the doors and walked to a secluded area and watched as she carefully unfolded her note of the day.

Brandy sat down after she had walked up and down a few of the aisles until she had found her absolute favorite in this entire place, these shelves held hundreds of books, but she adored only one. She traced the letters of the title that had spelled out, The Notebook. Even though she practically knew the book by heart, she still couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. She tore open the book; after reading the description she could recite backwards if asked too. Just as she was about to start reading the familiar words a piece of paper floated out from under a flap in the book cover. She had almost forgotten about her daily notes, which she was always eager to receive in the oddest of places. She hadn't found who the culprit was, but whoever they were she had fallen completely head over heels for them [even if she wouldn't admit it],

a wise man had once said,

"if you love someone, set them free.

if they come back they're yours;

if they don't they never were."

but if you truly love someone

you wouldn't let them go,

you would hold onto them

no matter what.

that's what I intend

to do for you,

to not let you go.

-an admirer