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First fanfiction, please be gentle. D:

1.

There it was again- that incessant giggle that drove me mad in all the wrong ways. It carried so effortlessly across the chilled air of the backwoods, and straight to my ears. I turned the other way, refusing to grace her pathetic attempt at flirting with Allen even a glance. Though, the worst part about the entire scenario was that it was actually working. The voice was hushed, but I could hear him flirt back with the dark haired exorcist. Every now and then, they would both erupt with a fit of estranged laughter and I would be forced to succumb to covering my ears with my hands out of frustration. Their voices didn't even match, they sparred whenever spoken in unison.

I'm not sure how much time had passed with me holding my head in my hands, trying to retrain my anger from bubbling over but I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Allen. I could tell that he was more refined than earlier, once I'd lifted my head up, blinking my one eye lazily. He smiled down at me, and offered a hand.

"Do you have a headache Lavi?" He asked, concern dipping in to his voice.

"Not much, just glad that it's quieted down a bit."

His cheeks coloured a bit at my statement, and I couldn't help but feel satisfied.

"I'm sorry if we were too loud, you could have-"

I stopped him by holding up my hand and he starred silently, with unblinking eyes.

"Allen, don't worry. It was fine, I don't mind if you…have a thing for Lenalee."

I averted my gaze once my small speech was finished and my feet insisted on speeding up, carrying my farther than I would have cared to go from our small campfire. Allen followed behind with little trouble, before falling in to step with me once again.

"I don't have a thing for her! She's just a good friend." He smiled at this, and I couldn't help but stick out my tongue before me and farce a gag.

Allen laughed, and shoved my shoulder softly. I responded by knocking my side in to his, smirking at our height difference. He knew what I thought was so funny, so he nudged me with his shoulder, and I stumbled sideways.

"You know, for a –" "Don't even say it Lavi."

He had an evil glint in his eyes that somehow, I knew wasn't play. I held my hands up in front of me, shrugging my shoulders up in defeat.

"Alright, Alright, don't get all 'angry Allen' on me now."

His shoulders released their tension, and continued to walk once more. It was my turn to follow behind now.

"Uh, hey Allen, where are we going?"

It wasn't exactly warm out, and I'd left my coat back at the campsite. He turned back to face me, but still kept his pace.

"It's a surprise. Lenalee and I found it earlier when we were looking for wood to start the fire."

Allen seemed pretty excited about this place, or thing…whatever it was. I wasn't one to object spending time with him when given the chance, especially alone. I smiled at the back of his head, the wind made his hair sway in a perfect motion that could set a child to sleep. I swore I could hear his voice calling my name sometimes, and it was always able to ignite a flame inside my chest that blemished to my entire body, making me feel warm.

"Lavi, Lavi stop!"

I chuckled at the Allen in my head, wishing that I could spend more time with the real one. My train of thought stopped, as I realized that I did have the real Allen to myself, and I was far too busy interacting with his voice in my head to be with him.

"Lavi, I think you should stop before I-aah!"

I blinked, and was suddenly thrust back in to reality. The real Allen sat in a shallow pond, glaring up at me. I bit my lip, trying to stuff down the laughter that threatened to pour out my lips. I clamped my hand on to my mouth, as it spewed out, loudly too.

"You arse, Lavi help me out of this stupid pond!"

I couldn't stop the laughter, but I was able to pull him out, soaked clothes and all. Allen sat himself against the thick trunk of a tree, and refused to talk to me. For a while we just sat in silence, but I couldn't get his pouting face out of my head, he clearly didn't see the humor in it.

"You should have stopped when I told you to." He mumbled, with his arms crossed on his chest.

I scratched the back of my head awkwardly, laughing nervously at the angered boy in front of me.

"Look Allen, I'm really sorry about that. I was a bit lost in thought that's all."

He sighed finally, and offered the spot beside him on the trunk. I hopped up, and plopped back down beside him. A sideways glance was sent my way, before a sly smile appeared on his flawless lips. He turned to face straight ahead before I could pull a face. Instead, I was content with just staring.

Small droplets of the pond water dribbled down his damp locks, before parting and flying down, only to crash to the dirt. His cheeks were pink from the cold, and every few seconds his lips would part to reveal chattering teeth. I had to dig my nails deep in to the skin of my palm to restrain myself.

His head tilted to the side, until it rested on my shoulder, dampening my shirt immediately upon contact. My arm was moving on its own, until it was nearly wrapped around the boys' smaller form. I quickly diverted it into a shake. Allen's head shot up, and he looked around, curiously on guard.

"Um, I think we should head back. The fire would help with warming you up."

He stood, and stretched out his body, leaning slightly side to side, before starting to lead the way back to the camp. That small sliver of cream flesh which was barred by the lifting of his shirt during his stretch would stay with me that entire night.

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