Cupid Without a Heart

Chapter 1

I was walking in the library when I first met her.

There I was, scanning every aisle with only my eyes, looking for a good book to read. I'd read almost every one in the library, making it rather difficult to find anything good that I hadn't already seen and memorized. I drew towards the History section, just as somebody turned the corner.

A blonde haired girl in a white dress bumped into me instantly, startling the both of us. She yelped slightly as her books scattered on the ground.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" She squeaked, bending down to collect them. Instinctively, I bent down to help her, wondering why I was doing so. My mind quickly told me that helping a kind looking girl in need was a nice gesture, even if I didn't know her personally.

She peeked up at me with large, azure orbs. "T-Thanks." She stuttered, her pale cheeks turning pink.

"You're welcome." I replied, nodding curtly.

"I'm Naminé." She told me. Why? I wondered, but the look in her eyes told me that she could be desperate. And she would have to be desperate to be introducing herself to me; Mr. Dork of the School. "I'm new here," She continued. "and I'm a little bit lost, since no one's showed me around yet."

"Oh, I can't help you there, sorry." I told her, avoiding her gaze. She cocked her head to the side.

"Why not? Are you new too?"

I laughed a little and shook my head. "No, but I'm basically the school's number one loser. I doubt you want to ruin your reputation by being seen with me." I chuckled a little. I didn't know why I was telling
her this, I suppose I felt obligated. "I'm sure being known as 'the dork's first friend' doesn't sound too pleasant to you. I don't mind if you make fun of me, everyone does." I finished, ending with a casual shrug.

"Why would I make fun of you?" She inquired, surprised. "You seem like a nice enough person to me!" To be honest, I was a little shocked at her words. She was being nice to me, and that was enough sign for me to tell that she was already a friend.

"Thank you." I said, smiling genuinely.

"You're welcome!" She exclaimed peppily. "Hey, I have an idea. Since we're each other's first friends, let's be best friends!"

"Er, okay then, Namine." I said through an awkward chuckle. A strange girl, she was, but in a good way. For the first time since I arrived in high school, I felt like I was making a friend. And a 'best friend' (as she'd called it), at that. I realized that I hadn't introduced myself, so I went on: "I'm Zexion." I introduced. "Let me show you around."

She smiled, skipping to my side. "Thanks, Zexion."

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"I'm seventeen years old, I love drawing, reading and writing." Naminé told me, as we made our way through the halls. She'd said that 'best friends' need to know each other really well, so she'd proceeded to fill me on on who she really is. So far, I was enjoying it. "I try to be good in school."

I smiled at her slightly. "You sound smart." I complimented. She giggled cutely and shook her head.

"Oh, I'm nothing special. What about you? Tell me about yourself!"

I couldn't help but chuckle. She was so eager to learn about me, it was almost insane.

"Well, I'm also seventeen." I explained. "I enjoy reading, writing and helping those who need it. Academically, I mean. I focus a lot on my studies, and unfortunately tend to be made of fun of a lot about my hair and books." I said, pointing to my long, bluish slate gray hair, that covered almost half of my face. I hated it, but no matter what, it would never change.

"I sound smart?" She challenged through a laugh. "Clearly, you're the intellectual."

I almost couldn't believe it. Such a pretty girl, being so nice to me... It was crazy. She'd called me an 'intellectual', MUCH different than the 'loser' or 'dork' I would get from anybody else. Anybody ordinary. I could tell from there, that Naminé was far from that. "Thanks, Naminé." I smiled.

"But it sucks being teased. I know how you feel-- I, quite unfortunately, am teased about my drawings." She sighed.

"May I see your drawings?" I queried hopefully.

"Sure!" She answered with a smile. She looked through her backpack and pulled out a small book, then gave it to me.

"Thank you." I nodded, opening it up. I flipped the pages, looking at some of her pictures. One particular drawing was of a castle, large and bright, but it seemed more like a sketch. I turned over to the next one, which was breathtakingly lovely. It had three yellow circles, two on top, and one at the bottom. Around them were swirls and diamonds. "This one's really good." I complimented, flipping to the next back.

Finally, a good book I hadn't read.

"Thank you! I worked really hard on it!" She chimed, beaming.

The next drawing displayed her and a red headed girl together. They were both wearing what I had studied to be a Kimono, and had flowers in their hair. They also had cherry blossom petals falling over them. I smiled at the picture and turned over the page. The next one was of Namine and a brown haired girl with blue eyes. Only their faces showed, and there was a pink background with hearts at the corners. There was also a paopu fruit between them. I grinned and handed her the book.

"They're lovely."

"Thank you! At my old school, I usually did them at break. That yellow one and the one with the Kimonos each took me a month!" She chuckled and I laughed a little too.

"Wow, you must have worked hard." She nodded. "You said you enjoyed reading," I continued, striking up a new conversation.

"Yes!" She pulled another book from her bag. I laughed as I pulled out the same one from mine. She laughed too, reminding me of tiny bells; tinkling and mesmerizing.

The school bell interrupted my thoughts. "I have to go to Art; I don't want to be late." Naminé said.

"I have Art too," I told her, "would you like to walk there with me?"

"Sure!" she jumped to my side, a bright smile plastered on her face.

As we walked, I was resisting the severe urge to hold her hand. I had to remind myself not to creep her out, for we'd only just met. But in all honesty, I really did want to hold her hand.

When we got to class, we sat beside each other. Our teacher told us that we had a new student named Roxas. When he walked in, Namine motioned with her hand for him to sit on her other side. He had blond hair and blue eyes, just like she did.

The teacher assigned us our work, which was painting. Our art had to be one simple image that showed how we feel. I took the advice and closed my eyes, letting the paintbrush do all the work. When I felt I had finished, I slowly opened my eyes.

I had drawn a heart.

I peeked to Naminé's page to see what she'd drawn. She had drawn a heart too. When the teacher came to have a look, she smiled and whispered to each of us "Don't be shy!" Namine looked at me and blushed.

I looked to see what Roxas had drawn. I was surprised that he would be confused, as on the canvas lay a question mark.

"Why are you confused?" Naminé was the first to ask.

"Hmm..." Roxas looked puzzled. "I suppose, I feel as though I don't have a heart. No purpose."

"Aww, sure you have a purpose, Roxas!" Naminé said encouragingly, patting him on the shoulder. He sent her a shy smirk.

I had to admit, I felt a little bit jealous. I hoped that they wouldn't fall in love, for at that moment, as I watched her smile brightly, I realized something. I realized that this girl, Naminé, was the first girl to ever be nice to me. She was, in fact, my first friend.

And she could very well be my first love.

Many thanks to my beta reader, Homely, he made the remake of this chapter and here it is, it has the same ideas of the story, he is a VERY good writer so please check out his stories!

Again, his Pen Name is Homely