This cover I just want to draw special attention too, unlike i normally do. I've loved this fanart for awhile, by how it depicts the AT characters and stuff. With the help of a suggestion of another user, created it. It's by the tumblr user rorpie, but you can find this on their other tumblr: rorart.

Enjoy yo.

Books. Marshall Lee is definitely a closet nerd, in his own eyes. It's the only reason he took the part time job as Ms. Tuttle's library assistant. Unlike his wild, loud demeanor, in the library he could be calm, and respectful. The environment and identity change was refreshing. When papers from class would become too stressful or frustrating, he'd take a drive and start his shift early.

Stacking books, checking pages, and entering codes in the vast system were his meditation. However, he can only change…so much. His playful side still got the better of him at times, toned down by the new environment, but still existing. One particular day that started his future relationship. Predicting it was impossible to tell, yet, here is he now, ring in pocket and in await to go on one knee.

The start of this was certainly just another mindless prank…

69 new sex positions for you and your partner. The girl jumps aback at the cover, mouth widening and becoming agape. The crude book lay in her usual seating spot: a pink cushion chair by the window with the view of the beach.

She looks around quickly, spotting no one as the culprit. Suddenly a reassuring thought comes to her. 'Someone her previously must've just left it by accident.' With a relaxed smile she sets it back in its found order and takes a seat to continue her reading.

Days pass and that reassurance fades with each new book found in her spot. She huffs, hands on her hips, staring at Studies of Insect sexual arousal and attraction sitting smugly on the seat. Everyday this continues, the titles becoming more annoying and cruder. She frowns and a quick glance to her left reveals a hidden assistant in a red shirt and khakis, trying to hide a laugh.

She swipes up the book and goes to place it in his cart with a smile, saying, "I think you dropped this." He raises a brow at her before pulling a toothy grin, pushing back into her arms.

"No, sorry. I recall this in YOUR usual seat, am right?" With that he turns and pushes the cart away, whistling some random tune. She finds herself smiling at the playful atmosphere anyway, slapping it on the nearest shelf. Two can play at this game.

Marshall Lee continues his escapades in teasing the girl, much to his daily enjoyment. However, when she goes to normally check out her books at the self-check station one day, she suddenly turns and walks over to him, setting the books down. They don't acknowledge that fact, and he checks out the books as he normally would. But when she leaves, a stray novel resting upon the self-check is found.

A how-to-guide on Puberty. Is emblazoned the cover; a certain page inside is dog-eared. The chapter reads, 'Why do I stink so much? A short guide to assessing male body odor.'

He laughs loud enough to disturb the entire library.

Back and forth the games go, from insults to flirting (only one-sided from Marshall himself) and just cleverly placed crude jokes all around. Soon it becomes a daily plus to working there, wondering with what the other girl will come up with next.

One day a seemingly regular novel is left upon her seat. She doesn't turn around to address the boy she knows is somewhere looking over, but instead opens it carefully to the bookmarked page. The bookmark holds the graphic of an arrow pointing down, to which her eyes follow, thus ending up upon the line:

…He looked at her for long periods of time, yet she was oblivious to the nastiness radiating off of her. It was a stench, a visibly seen from afar. The girl was the epitome of nasty. And not any kind of nasty It was eye stinging, finger clenching, lip bitingly nasty. And she was proud of it. Here…

She stifles a snort at the lines and places the book back on its right full shelf, going to work on a spunky idea. After check-out this time, she casually leaves a number book on the counter, right in front of him. He watches her leave, then flips open the book with an eager grin.

A set of numbers listed from one to a thousand litters the next many pages. He wracks his brain for what number she wants from him. How much money he has? 'No, why would she want money; something else.'

His ID number at school? 'Wait does she even go to his college?'

His address? 'She ain't a stalker, bro'

A phone number? '..actually maybe.'

He rubs his chin at the inner dialect. How about his age? She doesn't even know how old he is. Before he ends his shift, he makes good use of the flash cards in the children's section and a book on greetings.

The blonde is met with a small flashcard sticking out of the package more than the others, reading 10 + 9 = 19. A picture book accompanies it, the open page saying, How old am I?

She drops another flash card on his desk a few hours later.

38 - 17= 21

Marshall Lee stares at the sheet longer than he should, mind a flurry with thoughts. The most prominent one shows with the Cheshire-cat inspired grin on his cheeks.