Kate's P.O.V.
Ellie was sat next to me at the table, I could smell the coconut shampoo she used this morning. Her perfect, cyan eyes flicked over the pictures in the stupid book we found about puberty which we had been mocking. We were in a mutual yet unspoken agreement that we would laugh together at the book but not a word was to leave our lips outside the library. Her contagious laugh echoed through my brain, even long after we had both fallen silent, and I would know it from a mile off. I tried not to smile.
At this point I had stopped reading, in a constant battle with my own mind as to whether she would notice if I sneaked another glance at her perfect eyes again. Suddenly, she looked up from the book, and whispered,
"Did you hear that?"
Ellie's P.O.V.
I could feel her eyes watching me as I flipped through the daft book I'd picked up at random. Turns out it was a puberty book, and I knew I had to endure reading the embarrassing book in front of Kate. Kate, perfect, pretty, funny Kate. Kate, who had so often wondered into my dreams and who could light up the room with that perfect smile, and who's laugh belonged to an angel.
I turned my head slightly, and was met by Kate's liquid pools of light looking shyly at me. I studied Kate's expression, searching for any shred of longing or love in those azure orbs, which glistened like diamonds in the afternoon sun. Her lips were slightly parted, as if she was about to speak, and I longed for her to say those three words that could change everything...
I had only just continued to read again when something made my heart stop, a sound that was so familiar yet unfamiliar to me at the same time, like it was the right voice but out of place, it wasn't right. I sat bolt upright and shushed Kate, asking her to listen too, asking her to listen to the voice that I knew so well, that stirred something inside me whenever it spoke. Something was very, very wrong.