|Pyrophobia|
I don't wanna get burned...
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Chapter One
:Blueberry:
Okay, seriously?
I'm standing in the young adults' isle in the downtown bookstore, and just as I draw my hand out to grab the next issue of my favorite vampire romance series, I notice a cheery smoothie sitting on the shelf next to it. My nose wrinkled in disgust as I stared at the trash. Some people could be so impolite and gross. Was it really that hard to toss something as simple as a foam cup into a nearby garbage can?
I glared at the smoothie for almost a minute, maybe longer. My frustration towards the dummies who just left their trash on random counters, expecting others to pick up after them reached its' peak. "Why do people do this? It's so stupid."
I stared at the red cup for a little longer, as though my glower would make it disappear completely. I could just grab my book and go—but no. Being Saint Clare, I felt obligated to go clean the mess before some unfortunate employee was forced to pick it up.
"People have no respect." I muttered under my breath, grabbing the paper cup tightly in my hand. I felt the instant need to crush the flimsy cup in my hands; but didn't, as I knew doing that would only cause some of the artificial cheery flavored liquid to stain my jacket. That'd only make my day worse.
"It was a blueberry one yesterday." I heard a semi-familiar voice say suddenly. I whirled around to face the speaker, surprised.
I knew this guy. I was sure I did. Dark hair, bottle green eyes, drives a hearse… Ah. Eli something. I didn't recall his last name, though. He was in my English class. He consistently got into trouble with Mrs. Dawes for skipping or coming into class 'fashionably late'. And he crushed my glasses with his car. I was honestly shocked to see him standing there in front of me, though.
I pressed my lips together, instantly trying to wipe the puzzled look from my face in attempt to look a little more cunning. He only smirked at my attempt.
"Fitz. He does it to piss people off." He continued, as I remained speechless. His olive orbs danced in amusement, "It's probably the only reason you'll ever see a guy like him roaming a bookstore, anyway." He shrugged his shoulders as he rolled his eyes.
I didn't say anything in reply, as I hardly even knew Fitz enough to gossip about him. Eli offered me a curious look, and continued.
"Fitz is clearly an idiot. He comes in here every afternoon." He continued to defame Fitz, his face twisting in slight irritation, "You think he'd have something better to do. The guy has no life whatsoever."
Based on his tone, I knew that Eli probably had some kind of 'bad history' with Fitz. So, deciding to speak up, I attempted to change the subject.
"You come here every day?" I asked, deciding I'd graced him the silent treatment for long enough already. I fiddled with the cup in my hands, pursing my lips as I raised a brow in interest. I knew he probably liked to read; but I had no idea why he'd spend every single afternoon in the store. I preferred the library. I'd bring my laptop to do some writing, or I'd read. The confined library was where I'd been spending several afternoons. It was very quiet compared to home, where my parents were always dueling it out. Their fighting was bothersome, and the library was a place I could really just sit back and think.
"I run into some pretty interesting people here." He responded, offering me a glance that made me think he was mocking me for being so curious. "It's not every day where you meet a girl who talks to herself."
It didn't take me long to realize he was referring to me.
"It's a sign of genius!" I defended myself instantly, quirking my head to the side as I pouted teasingly. Was he really joking with me? And was I really playing along? I was really just glad that I'd stopped him from going off on a rampage about Marcus Fitzgerald.
"It's a sign of insanity." He stated coolly, simply smirking that trademark sideways smirk of his in amusement at my facial expression.
"Well, you're not exactly what I'd call sane either." I said this in a playfully bothered tone before sticking my tongue out at him, whirling around on my heels. It would have been a perfectly fine and witty exit—if only he hadn't turned around to stand in front of me before I could storm away.
Eli took the smoothie from me. "You have no proof, Edwards." He mocked, offering me a look of triumph. He waved the smoothie around in his hand, gesturing to it. "I'll toss this for you. Go grab your cliché bloodsucker novel."
I watched him turn to leave, dumbfounded. I let a goofy grin grace my features for a split second. "Stalker." I muttered, just loud enough for him to hear a few feet away. As I turned to reenter the isle I had previously left behind, I could almost feel him smirking. Vampires in general were a touchy subject for me, I'd have to get him back for saying they were cliché at some point. But I decided to let that go for now. He was doing me a favor, wasn't he?
Although he was frustratingly mysterious and cocky, he could really make me smile.
AN;/ Alright. So this is really just going to be a series of one-shots, just because I have a lot of random ideas that I tend to write up; and I need a place to post these ideas! Yesterday, I experienced something kind of similar... seeing a random soda cup sitting on a shelf in a store. And then the idea just sprang. I decided to write this one where it's before they became English partners, but they've already encountered a few times already. It's pretty short- I promise that my future updates will be a little more lengthy.
This will be mostly Eclare, though I will be writing some Fiadam (some know it as Fadam, I think... I personally like the sound of Fiadam better, though.) down the road. Some of the one-shots will be a little more angst and depressing, some will be fluffy. It all kind of depends on my mood.
Leave a thought or two if you have the time! Reading reviews gives me the will and motivation to update more frequently!
Thanks for reading.
-Apple