* The intro has a slight inspiration from Sekai Ichi Hatsukoi. Just a little author's note.

10 years earlier

" Thank you very much for helping me organize the books again Chinatsu," Professor Kyoraku said.

" It's fine I love these books. The smell, the feel of the pages, the binding. Each book tells a separate story that separates the exact same title from the next," I said pushing up my glasses, " That and I don't really fit in with anyone else," mumbling the last part.

" Ah it's just puberty you'll grow out of it trust me," Kyoraku sensei said turning back to the girl at the counter returning some books. She blushed then ran away. Yes he was quite attractive compared to the other teachers.

I on the other hand was not. Big, round glasses perched on an oddly freckled face topped with mangy blonde hair. Not to mention completely flat all over. If you looked up nerd in the dictionary my picture would be next to it. Not that I didn't mind. I know what I am and I've accepted it. Now volunteering in the school library after class has become my home. " I'm going to shelve some books now ok?" I asked.

No response, the librarian was flirting with a student yet again. I sighed and began pushing the cart along. I stopped in the first section and pulled up a ladder to begin shelving. I stepped up until I could reach the highest shelf. Who has been checking out all the Shakespeare hm? I paused and looked at the cover of Hamlet, my personal favorite. " To be or not to be, that is the question," I said to myself smiling.

Next, Macbeth. " Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing," I said dramatically then laughed.

Next, Romeo and Juliet. I inhaled to say something but someone else began. " But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Juliet is the fair sun."

I turned my head sharply, surprised, and looked down to see a boy. Well not a boy a teenager, a senior I think. A very attractive senior, well my type anyways. Brown hair, hazel eyes, and glasses. He was obviously messing with me though. Who would say Shakespeare to me? " Do you bite your thumb at me sir?" I asked heatedly only to make him laugh.

" Sorry I was not trying to insult. I just heard you reciting Shakespeare and I thought I'd jump in," he said.

I shelved the book and stepped down from my ladder. " Well I'm done now. If you'll excuse me," I said pushing the cart along.

" Can you recommend me something?" he asked.

I stopped and turned back to him. " What?" I asked.

" Something romantic? I'm trying to get a girl to go out with me. I read some of Shakespeare's work but I'm looking for something more I suppose," he said.

I scoffed then said, " Well maybe you shouldn't pick out tragedies?" I asked sarcastically as I climbed the ladder again.

" I suppose not," the guy said smirking.

I moved a few shelves over, my fingers running along the spines as I walked, until I found the book. I clicked my tongue in approval and grabbed the book then turned to head back but yelped. He was right behind me, smiling happily down." Here you go," I said to my feet blushing slightly at the proximity.

" Pride and Prejudice hm? Will you check it out for me?" he asked.

" That's not my job. Go ask Professor Kyoraku," I said walking away back to the cart of books. I heard a faint chuckle then silence again. Perhaps I shouldn't have been so rude. Maybe that's why no one talks to me. But he was definitely messing with me, reciting Shakespeare like that. I finished stacking the other books and then headed home for the day. I put my bike in the garage and entered the house. " I'm home!" I called out.

" I've got a surprise for you honey," my dad said. I stepped into the other room and gasped.

" Mom your home!" I shouted and ran over to hug her.

" I'm home sweetie," she said returning the hug. Mom was a famous clothing designer who worked most of the time in France. She came back every so often to come see Dad and me. She pulled away and frowned. " What are we going to do with you hm? What happened to that conditioner I gave you?" she asked.

" Mom!"

" I know I can't help it it's just my nature," Mom said smiling.

" Your mom has a present for you," dad said and we all sat down.

" You… are coming to France with me! Doesn't that sound great?" she asked.

" What?" I asked.

" I'm going away for a little while longer but when I come back at the end of your school year you can decide if you want to come or not. Does that sound like fun?" she asked.

Fashion designer mom and her ugly, nerd daughter? " Sounds great but I'll really have to think about it," I said with my best fake smile.

" Yay I'm so excited for you, for us! Now run along and do your homework daddy and I have some things to discuss," mom said. I nodded and headed upstairs.

More like not think about it at all. Ha! Me, in France? As if. I'd stick out like a sore thumb. I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I'm a sore thumb wherever I go. I rapidly went through my homework, a bit easier then usual then turned on my jams and laid in bed. I may be a nerd but I like my music. In fact I fell asleep to the gentle melody of the tunes.