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One day, Y/C was walking through the park, listening to music. Y/C wasn't paying attention and bumped into Blair. She pushed him and continued walking, giving him a mean glare. Soon enough, Y/C saw her at school. She was over at a table drawing. Y/C walked up to her and apologized for the other day. She wasn't paying attention and didn't talk to him. Y/C walked away,leaving her alone. The longer Y/C left her alone, the more he started liking her. The first school dance was weeks away, and Y/C wanted to ask Blair to the dance, but was scared to. Did Y/C end up asking her to the dance? Lets find out!
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Jackie ambled along, listening to System of a Down while he took a walk in the park. He was here mainly to get away from the noise and the people. Ugh, the people. They all thought he was just a weird emo kid who had no friends. This was largely true, actually, but he denied the ‘no friends' bit. Suddenly, he found himself snapped back to reality as he bumped into a girl, almost knocking her over. His hand shot out and grabbed hers, pulling her upright.
“My bad,” he mumbled, gazing at her
Blair looked at him with no emotions on her face, then pushed him to the side and continued walking. She wasn't a people person, especially around people she didn't know. She glared at him as she walked past. She didn't know who he was and she didn't really care
The next day (Monday) was school. Blair got up and went to school and sat in the back of the cafeteria. She went ahead and started drawing, thinking she'd be left alone
Jackie frowned as she strode past, giving him a side-eye. Even as he looked after her, he felt a pang in his chest that he didn't understand. He shrugged and kept walking.
The next day, he walked the park again, hoping (for why, he didn't know) to run into that girl from yesterday. Eventually, having no luck, he reluctantly walked inside and began to scan the cafeteria for her. He spotted her in a corner and began to slowly make his way over to her, wincing every time people laughed or jeered at him.
She continued drawing, not looking up at what everyone was yelling about. She didn't really care about who came in or out of the school. She loved drawing and listening to music. She was humming a song while she was drawing so she could ignore everyone around her. She didn't want to be bothered, but she also didn't want to get in trouble for starting a fight.
Jackie, stumbling back from a guy who whirled around and yelled at him out of nowhere, changed his direction, heading for the wall. He could follow the wall and not get bothered as much.
Why am I going through all this trouble just to get near this girl? He thought. What's wrong with me today?
He stopped abruptly, turned around, and made his way back outside, feeling empty.
Jackie, sitting on a bench, didn't originally notice Blair go by him. He had his face in his hands, thinking. Then he saw a pair of black platforms go by, and didn't register them at first. Then, with a snap he came back to reality, looking after Blair as she strode off. He smelled the cigarette smoke she left behind, which he gladly inhaled, even tho he knew it was bad for his lungs. He loved the smell of cigarette smoke, just like he loved the smell of strawberries and gunpowder and crushed pine needles. He gazed after Blair, opened his mouth to talk, then realized she probably wouldn't hear him. So he laid back on the bench, staring up at the sky.
Blair had skipped the school day and went down an alleyway that led to an abandoned house. She had lived in that house for a while. She got ready to go to work at a store. She put on her uniform and then walked past Jackie again, still smoking, heading to work. She was humming the song BYOB by System Of A Down as she walked. She usually sped-walked places, so she was quickly getting to work, her platform boots hitting up against the concrete. She didn't want to be late and get fired, so she walked without distractions
Jackie heard Blair's hard black boots clack quietly against the concrete as she passed him. He looked up at her and raised a hand, extending two fingers in a little wave as he spoke. “Hey,” he said awkwardly, his voice trailing off as she once again slipped out of earshot. He cradled his face in frustration. Why am I so bad at this…
She got to the store she was working at and she went to her usual spot, the cashier stand. She waited for customers to check out. Once her shift was over, she went to the park and stood by a tree that Jackie was near. She started smoking again and she sighed as a puff of smoke came out. She looked around and she continued smoking, not noticing Jackie was there.
Blair looked at him then looked away “Hello…” Blair sat next to the bench and looked at him again “You needed something?” She looked a bit annoyed but tried her best not to get mad. She got mad at little things but was learning to control it. She tried to get a slight smile on her face but it turned out to be a straight face.
“A little bit, yeah. I enjoy it sometimes. It depends what mood I'm in though” She smiled, “I'm assuming you do also?” She was now messing with her keychain. She hadn't met a person that liked some of the same things she did before. She enjoyed a lot of things people didn't, but she finally met someone who enjoyed some of the things she did.
Blair smiled and she moved her hand back and she got out a piece of paper and a clip board and started drawing, acting like nothing happened. She liked drawing, but she didn't want Jackie to know what she was drawing so she turned away from him. Before she turned, she offered him a cigarette and gave him the lighter “If you want one, you can have one. I have plenty at home.”
Jackie shook his head. He felt the dull throb in his sternum even as he did so, stirrings of a forgotten addiction weakly recognizing what kept it alive. “No thanks,” he said, before dropping his chin to watch a spider scurry up his thigh and on to his hand. “I haven't had a cigarette in forever, but I think it's best to stay that way,” he said quietly, watching the spider feel around his hand, then begin to crawl towards his palm, which he turned so that the spider would remain upright.
Jackie smiled warmly. He thought spiders were neat little things, especially the golden orb weaver with its yellow silk.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket as it buzzed with a message. He typed a few quick words, his fingers a blur as he typed, then he turned the screen off and put his phone away, then turned his attention to Blair. He studied her from head to toe, taking in her body and her outfit. She looked amazing. Jackie found his gaze lingering on her thighs, which were covered in black tights that really highlighted the curves.
Blair watched the spider as it crawled around. She enjoyed the way it felt as it crawled around along her arm. She set the spider on the ground and watched it scurry away. She smiled as it did. Then she looked at Jackie and then looked back at her drawing and finished it. She then smiled and looked at Jackie again and noticed where he was looking but didn't say anything.
Jackie saw her head turn towards him but didn't register at first that she was looking at him. Then, with a start, he raised his head and met her gaze. His eyes widened slightly in embarrassment, and his cheeks turned a faint pink.
“Oh, h-hi,” he stammered, turning pinker. Then he turned his face away, his ears burning.
Jackie realized with a start that Blair had drawn a portrait of him. There he was, with the little spider on his hand. He turned the paper over, read the neatly written address. Then he stood abruptly and walked home. She lives on the end of the block?! How did I never know this? he wondered, incredulous. He stopped by his house briefly, then he walked to the end of the street, approaching the door to Blair's house. He hesitated at the door for a few moments, then he raised his hand and knocked three times, then took a step back.
She continued watching TV when her phone buzzed, her friend had texted her multiple times, so she replied to her friend and then her friend sent her the pictures he posted and she smiled, replying “I honestly don't care, it's kinda obvious he likes he" and then she put her phone up and continued stroking his hair
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