"I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating."
All I could do was gape in awe, and stare at the long bookshelf that remained attached to her artistic walls which were nothing but a clean shade of off-white with the exception of splatters of a vibrant red, cerulean blues and messes of grassy green, not to mention her ukulele and guitars marvelously hanging from a clutch at the wall.
All Eloise could do was laugh at how idiotic I looked. Well, for a guy my age, I was in love with a decked bookshelf like hers more than I liked people.
My mind was wandering over the slivers of text and blended hues that were neatly coded by colour. Next to her bed, lay numerous and humungous volumes of poetry, literature and unfathomable worlds, left open to ease Eloise from the stresses that bound her.
That one day when her mother came to visit, Mrs Hall told me how much her daughter adored reading and about the time when Eloise started to read and couldn't stop herself from reading even her teacher's documents!
She was already so intriguing. What was drawing me closer to her? I never knew...
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General FictionA collection of AU!s from various fandoms, scenarios and one-shots that would never possibly make it to a story with a full story line. All ideas are mine. © cover edit // washitapestry
