Tessa walked slowly, scanning the library shelf for the proper spot for Charles Dickens. She was caring a rather large stack of books, mostly classics; those were her favorites to stack. She liked how the pages were yellowed from time, how the corns of the pages were dog tailed. Most people find it miss treatment of the book, while Tessa thought it showed that the book had been well loved.
She stopped, sliding one of the books onto the shelf. She held the books with one hand, the pile swayed, threatening to fall. She gritted her teeth, an old habit she had when she was trying to hold something heavy, in this case a rather large stack of Victorian novels.
She took a step forward once again looking for a proper place to set her one of the many books in her hand. She slid one of the books from the middle of the pile: bad idea.
I pile leaned back before slipping forward and scattering around the library floor. The books bounced agents the shelf's, laying open on the floor. Tessa let out a chain of rather unpleasant words.
"I couldn't have said it any better my self."
Tessa looked up her eyes meeting bright blue ones.
He stood at the end of the row, leaning causally agents the bookshelf, one rather large novel placed in his hand. His back hair fell over his forehead; Tessa had a rather odd feeling that it was as soft and smooth as feathers. He threw her a slight smile, walking towards her. He bent down pocking up the farthest book from her, holding it in his hands.
"Tale of Two Cities" he said causally, "ever read it?"
Tessa let out a breath that she hadn't realized she had been holding, what was it about this boy that made her heart feel light like it could float away?
Her grey eyes met his blue one's, she nodded her head answering his question.
"I've read it a couple times;" she said, picking up a book.
He raised one of his eyebrows, giving her a critical once over.
"A couple times" re repeated slowly, "I never understood what a couple means, does it mean two, three maybe even four, truthfully I think it's a word people use not to come with a set number. "
She gave a small smile, trying her best to hide it tough to no avail. He gave her a small smile back, she couldn't tell if it was sarcastic or not.
"I've read it seven times" I said, I blurted it out, truthfully not sure what I was saying.
"That's better;" he said, "the truth always sounds better doesn't it?" Though he poised it as a question she had a feeling he wasn't looking from an answer or response from her.
They stared at each other for a minute she could feel a small blush creeping into her cheeks. She pulled her eyes away from his.
"Well, not that you're here you might as well help me clean up;" she gave a sigh, looking down as the mess of books around her feet.
She could feel him still looking at her though she refused to meet his eyes. A small chuckle came from him.
"I guess I must help you Miss-miss…." He trailed off, searching for her name to fill in the empty space.
"Tessa;" she said, suddenly feeling very bold "Tessa Grey." It seemed in a split second he had moved several feet closer to her; they stood only about six inches apart. He leaned into her, his lips right next to her ear,
"Tessa;" she could feel a shiver run down her back, "what a pretty name that is, you shouldn't give it away so easily." With that he pulled away and continued to clean up books as tough nothing had happened. Tess stood still for a few seconds frozen in space, before helping the blue-eyed boy to clean up her mess.
Tessa sat at the front desk of the library she had just finished stacking the books, which had fallen from her hands. She now sat, reading one of them. That was one of the advantages for working at a small library; she had lots of time to read.
She could see rounding one of the books shelf's heading strait towards her. From her small time of knowing him she had decided that he was over confident and most likely a smartass, along with a flirt. He was now standing in front of her; he placed his two books on top of her desk.
"Are you ready to check your books out?" she ask, he gave her a sly smile.
"Can I check these two books out, and you;" he said slyly, giving her a flirty smile.
"Can I have your library card?" she asked, though it came out more of a demand.
"You can deal with my shit" he said, but pulled his library card out of his back pocket; "I like that."
Tessa scanned his library card, William Herondale popped onto the screen.
"William is a nice name;" she said scanning his books. He was checking out Tale of Two Cities.
"Thanks" he said, taking his books from her, he smiled "it was nice to meet you Tessa."
"You to William" Tessa said, as he walked out the door sliding closed behind him. She was alone again. Tessa looked to where she had put her book, Through the Looking Glass, but it was gone. Had William took? She hadn't even seen him take it. Tessa stood up, on search for a new book to pass her time with.
first fsnfic, please read and review! good, bad, horrible? thanks so much!