(y/n) sighed as she sat out of the school dance. "Nobody likes me, so why bother..." (y/n) said, brushing her (h/l) (h/c) out of her face. "Nobody likes you? I find that very hard to say thats the truth, for such a cute girl like you." (y/n) jumped, startled and fell face first onto the marble floor. "Ouch..." (y/n) says as she rubs her red nose. "Oh, I am so sorry! May I help?" suddenly, as if by magic, a man with thick eye brows came out of the shadows. "Um..." (y/n) blushes at the sight of the man infront of her. "Here have a tissue, love." He said in a thick british accent. 'Oh wow... his eyes... are...like...an..emerald!' (y/n) thought entranced by his apperance. "Love? Are you okay, Love?" The man with emerald eyes said. "Yes, thank you very much...um..." The man chuckled "Oh, how rude of me. My name is Aurthur." He bows down. "And your name is..?" "O-oh! My name is (y/n)" she said stuttering. "Love your so cute~" Aurthur has dirty bold hair, with VERY thick eye brows. His accent is very thick, but his eyes are very very shiny, most like a emeralds. (y/n) looked over at the plain black platic clock. (y/n)'s eyes widen "I...I never got to dance, and the school dance is almost done..." (y/n) said, as she chocked on her words, forming a lump in her throat. "Come then! We musn't be late!" Aurthur said, grabbing you by the arm. 'Ouch, that'll leave a nice nasty bruise for me...' (y/n) thinks. "Love, we are here! Just in time also!" Arthur walked over to you, a warm smile on his face. He knelt in fron of you, holding out a hand. "Shall we dance, love?" (y/n) smiled, as she let a few tears flow out of her eyes. "Yes, we shall."