I should warn you, sneaking into school after hours because your roommate thinks its haunted is never a good idea. Never. But here I was, trying to keep the ruffles on my dress from getting dusty as I crouched in the hallway next to Gem, doing exactly that.
"Ari, I swear I heard something!", Gem said as she tugged on my arm, big purple eyes pleading and pouting. I rolled my own, her crazy ideas had just gotten worse since Castiel had come into the picture. After hours of pestering I agreed, mostly because it was a Friday night and all I had planned was reading and eating large amounts of ice cream. If Gem did nothing else, at least she would keep me from getting diabetes.
Turns out it was one of the best mistakes I ever made, because if I hadn't, it would have been one more day of my life in which I didn't know Lysander, and there were already too many of those.
A startled cry and the flash of Gem's new camera ($64 dollars because Castiel was evasive) brought me back to the present, and what I saw was...disappointing. It was Castiel.
"YOU!" Gem's cry rang through the hallway as she pounced on him, punching at every surface she could find. I heard glass shatter, and with a sigh I bent down to pick up the broken camera. While Gem was shrieking and Castiel was laughing, I saw another pair of boots walking torwards me, and then pale hand reached down to assist me in cleaning up the glass shards. It wasn't until I was finished that I realized there was one more person than I had initially accounted for.
With a startled gasp I looked up and hastily began thanking the mysterious stranger. And then I continued to look up. And up. And up.
When my eyes reached his face, I felt my apology stick in my throat. He was gorgeous. That's not a word usually used to describe those of the more masculine persuasion, I know, but it's the only one that can even began to capture him. Two bright eyes glinted down at me, both impossible colours that shouldn't be allowed to exist. Silver locks framed his face, and a cravat tied around his neck brought out the emerald of his right eye. The other was bright gold. I'm ashamed to admit that it took me a few moments to realize he was holding out a hand to assist me, and I took it numbly as he helped me to my feet.
"Umm...," he blushed, peeking at me from under lowered lashes. "Hello. My name is Lysander, and I am, regrettably, the friend of the angry red head trying to flirt with your lovely friend over there. Pleasure to make your acquaintance Miss...?" I stood there entranced before I understood he was asking for my name.
"Arianne," I whispered. I coughed and cleared my throat. "Ah-um-ahh...Arianne. Arianne. My name is, uh...that." He flashed a quick smile before lowering his lips to our still entagled hands and pressing a gentle kiss to the back of my knuckles.
"Arianne," he said. "Beautiful."
I had to take a cold shower when I got home that night.