A/N: I couldn't help myself. I needed to write another story and I saw this kind of thing done on a different story in a different category. I think it's a kind of cool idea. The chapters will be shortish, maybe longer if I get inspired for the word I'm doing. :)

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A is for Amour

"...And for your journal entry today I want you to answer a question," Mr. Bivens said as he paced in front of the class. Noah waited a bit impatient, his pencil tapping on his paper. He usually enjoyed English a lot, but he could live without writing. "What is love?" A few murmurs and giggles broke out from Noah's classmates while he just curled his lip in disgust. "Alright everyone, calm down and get to work. You've got five minutes."

Noah gazed around him for a few seconds, observing his classmates scribbling away at the paper almost madly as if they couldn't get down their answers fast enough, as if they were running a marathon and were striving to be number 1. Noah looked down at his own blank paper and for once in his entire life, he had no answer to this question.

Noah had never experienced love, so how could Mr. Bivens possibly expect him to know anything about it? He tapped his pencil against his paper seething a bit. This wasn't an intelligent matter, it was a stupid opinionated question. Noah hated these types of questions. He was more of a facts-prove-everything kind of guy.

"Three minutes!" The warning made Noah struggle to come up with some kind of answer. Without anything else to write he wrote:

Love is a silly emotion that people claim to 'feel' when they meet someone who just coincidentally shares the same interests with them. Love is nothing more than a silly excuse to be social with someone of the opposite gender and nothing more.

Noah set his pencil down, completely satisfied with his answer. Now that he was finished he took his time and let his eyes wander around the room and just before he went to reading a book, he made eye contact with someone.

A girl with black hair that hung loosely around her shoulders and who had beautiful brown eyes and who smiled at him.

"Alright pass your papers forward!" Mr. Bivens called from the front of the room. While Noah blindly handed his paper forward and collected papers from behind him, he couldn't help but keep his eyes on the girl across the room. The same girl who had been on Total Drama with him and who had annoyed him to no end, yet, who had just moved to his high school and had seemed...different. Who was in most of his classes, classes that did require a brain, and who seemed to be a really nice person.

Something inside of Noah changed as he finally tore his eyes off of her. His stomach tightened just a bit and his heart seemed to skip a beat or two, he felt a weird heat rising in his cheeks and he wanted to grin like an idiot.

None of which he could even begin to understand-until of course, it dawned on him. He couldn't change the answer of his paper, but in his mind his answer had definitely changed.

Love is...Katie.