Yellow tinted the brown-white color palette of the library, glowing and piercing down from the crystal chandeliers, bubbling down in soft rays of light. Y/N plunged through a shelf—no, through many shelves—as he still clenched down harshly onto Phillips arm and pulled him through, as if he were trying to escape from something.
Phillip let out sharp gasp, and whispered curses under his breath as Y/N nearly tumbled a few times from how fast he was hurrying along the wooden floor. Even while hurrying and scrambling among the floor, he could still manage to be so quiet..
Finally, he came to a halt, nearly having Phillip knock into him upon impact of the sudden gravitational change; though he quickly ceased his movement, and pulled him to the other side of him. He released his hand off of his arm, and looked to the thousands of warm and dark colors hidden among the welcoming shelves.
Looking up, a sign had read:
ROMANCE.
And as he looked behind him, another sign had read:
BIOGRAPHIES.
He raised a brow, questioning the odd placement of both shelves. He would have expected the romance genre shelf to be sitting right in front of the comedy shelf, if there even was one. He could hear Phillips panting still, and looked back, his eyes twinkling with honest confusion.
"Geez, man—why do you always go so fast?" Phillip looked up, as if he had been running through an entire plain of sand, drenched in sweat. Surely, with his state, he might have ran an entire marathon.
"I have a certain liking of things getting done quickly. Now—I shall pick out a book, and whether you like it or not, we're sitting over there as soon as I grab one. And you will not be going anywhere, even if you do see a beautiful woman. Understand?" Y/N calmly said, his voice cold like ice.
"God—dude, you act like I'm some little kid or somethin'!" Phillip whined, eyes sparkling with a slight glint of frustration. "With the way you behave, it is almost as if you are one. So I might as well treat someone with the mental age of a 5 year old with utmost attention." Y/N replied, facing the shelf.
"Excu—"
"Shut your mouth, I am going to pick out a book."
Phillip opened his mouth as if to say something, but quickly placed his lips back down together, grumbling as he waited rather impatiently for his dear enemy to grab a book. Y/N began to raise his hand, and for a moment as he brushed his hand against the covers of the books, he found himself staring right back at his enemy.
Trust wasn't a common thing between him; there was a 50% chance he would run away, and the other 50% chance was that he would somehow end up hitting on a woman while at a quiet place. Trust wasn't something he could have with Phillip. Neither was agreement.
"What the hell are you staring at?"
He whispered that, his voice raspy and filled with slight confusion as his tone was laced with the venom of complete hatred. Y/N didn't bother to look away, and only said; "Watching you. If you run off, then there is nothing I can do."
"Of course you dont—you don't ever trust me, do you?" Phillip asked, slightly tapping his thumbs against his own arm. "Its rather hard not to, you know. Considering how you are as a person." Y/N replied calmly, staring back at the shelf in front of him, and finding his eyes upon a light pink book.
Phillip went quiet, and Y/N gently clenched his hand around the light pink book in front of him, pulling it out of the shelf; it made a slight clacking noise as it was pulled out. Y/N then turned himself around, and saw that he was now facing his enemy.
"You got one now?"
"Yes. I believe there is no other possible explanation for what I could be holding. Now, come on." Y/N then tugged Phillips sleeve with his free hand, and began to drag him towards the place he had spotted.
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"The floor? Really?"
Y/N looked up at Phillip whom had been glaring down at his sitting form, and only brushed the hair out of his face as he continued to look into his eyes. "What else does it look like? Does it look as if I'm sitting upon a couch?"
Phillip clicked his tongue in an irritating fashion like he always did, and only lowered his body, taking a seat on the floor next to Y/N. Silence was filled between them for a moment, and after a few seconds, Y/N opened his book. Phillip had been looking the opposite way as Y/N scanned through the few words on the first page, and flipped to the next one.
As Y/N flipped to the actual beginning of the book, the prolonged rather, he stared at Phillip whom now began to slightly turn his head, facing the shelves they had been sitting behind. "You may choose to read along with me, listen, or just sit there the entire time if you're going to choose not to be a nuisance."
Phillips light blue eyes roared with caving oceans of rage and anger, and he only held his legs close to his chest, giving no answer. Y/N didn't answer Phillip, and only began to softly read the words out loud to himself; but he sounded quiet enough not be heard. It was almost as if he were murmuring to himself.
The following words he read out loud from what we're seemingly the perspective of a 19 year old girl, just like the both of them, she had graduated college. Her name was Lucy, and she told of this boy whom she absolutely despised.
Phillip found himself rather interested at Y/Ns narraration of the words, and could only give into staring. He perked up, finding himself slightly increasing interest in this story he didn't seem to like at first.
Y/N quietly began to slightly raise his voice, still not staring back at Phillip, whom constantly switched from staring at him to staring at the pages of the book. As he began to read off of a scene where the main character would be talking with her teacher, Phillip found himself turning his head completely, diverting his attention to the words on the white ivory pages tinted gold.
Y/N then blinked, and looked at Phillip whom seemed almost completely interested in the book now, sparks of attention in his eyes. "Are you.. enjoying this, Hamilton?" He asked, rather fascinated by the sight he didn't think he'd ever see.
"...no..." Phillip quietly answered, still staring at the book. Y/N paused, and said nothing in return, only giving a slight breath as he continued to read.
He gave a slight breath every few minutes, it was a little difficult to keep reading, yet for some reason the sight of Phillips increasing attention began to tempt him into reading more and more. It was almost as if the man were intoxicated.
So why was it so fascinating to watch?
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It was by the 50th chapter Phillip wasn't holding back on not saying anything when it came to events in the story; the main character had now found herself competing against her enemy, yet she struggled with such matters, as she could feel herself beginning to be taunted with love. Love for her own enemy.
"Aww, what?!" Phillip complained at an event in the story, his head was nearly leaning against Y/Ns at this point with how close he had gotten, yet of course; they didn't touch. After all, even now, they wouldn't want to touch eachother.
Y/N paused, "He has just insulted her, and now she is feeling deeply sad about it. Are you seriously confused even after all that I had just read?"
"Of course not, dumbo!" Phillip yelled, barely noticing his voice was slightly above a whisper. "I just dunno why he's actin' so cruel to her right now. She said she was sorry!"
"...even though she held a dagger to his throat only a few hours ago?" Y/N questioned, slightly raising his head from the book, and looking Phillip dead in his eyes with an emotionless void of nothingness inside of them.
"Yeah, but—but he was trying to kill her too!"
"She was also trying to kill him as well. Clearly, this relationship isn't going to work out if they don't get therapy first. Should they get married in the future, I'd feel sorry for their children."
"But—but he tried—he tried to kiss her though!"
"Only for putting up an act so his life would be saved."
"Yeah—that's what he said, but that doesn't mean it's true!"
"Thats a 50% chance, Hamilton, you and I both know that—"
As their voices began to collide over one another, they hadn't realized a few things.
The book was now completely thrown off of Y/Ns lap from the sheer force of their argument, they were now both not whispering—and as Y/N stared into Phillips eyes of light blue, he gestured furiously, and Phillip happened to do so at the same time; both of their hands brushed over one another for a split second as they continued to argue endlessly.
It was only a matter of time before—
"Argh!"
A sharp yell was heard from in front of them, making them both harshly flinch. But before they could even stare into the eyes of the individual who had just made such a sound..
They found themselves slowly floating into the air, and quickly realized the individual who made such a sound had picked them up, and began to march furiously out of the area.
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