"Hey, someone's at the door!" Elliot hollered, storming up the stairs to retrieve his older sister. He wasn't allowed to answer the door without her permission, and he needed it now for once. "I said, DOOR!" He crossed her room once and then backtracked to pound on the white block of wood that was her door.
On the other side of the door was a musician of some strange sort, her radio to the point of blaring and her body close to exhausted from rearranging her room. She was constantly in motion, never stopping except to admire the little things in life that made her happy.
"DOOR!" Elliot was now screaming as loud as he could, probably scaring the person who rang the doorbell.
Jumping up from sitting on the floor with her photographs, she leaped to her door, swung it open, and bolted down the stairs without a word to Elliot. She skipped a few steps and nearly fell a couple times; making it to the door she then slammed her thin frame against the wood. Her contact with the door made not a loud sound, but it didn't stop her from peeping through the eyehole.
She froze.
After a moment of hesitation, she unlocked the bolt and chain slowly and opened the door a crack.
The boy stood there, hands behind his back; in a black t-shirt with a retro Batman on it, dark denim jeans with a few rips and sneakers, he was pretty average-looking. But there was nothing average about him to her, nothing at all. He was tall and slender, like her, but he had slick black hair that was shagged and deep blue eyes that shined like the ocean. She, on the other hand, had slightly frizzed shortly chopped light blond hair and silvery green eyes. Even though the boy was in jeans and a t-shirt, she wore grey shorts and a matching-toned three-quarter sleeved shirt that was slightly too big on her fragile figure. His sneakers were the skater type, though the boy did not seem like it; she was barefoot.
They stood in front of each other now, silence heavily weighted between them. The boy then spoke quietly.
"Hey, Augustine…I just thought I'd drop by and give you something. I know that it's a bit early, but I thought you might want to see this."
With those last few words his hands appeared from behind his back, holding a small silver box with applied glitter. A tiny envelope was stuck to the top of the box with tape, and there was a bright yellow smiley face sticker smack dab in the middle of the envelope.
"Happy early Valentine's Day, Augustine."
For the first time, the boy smiled completely at Augustine, shimmering splendidly in the darkness of the evening he was. She looked up at him as he placed the box in her hands with gentle care. Gawking at the box respectfully but curiously, her eyes then put themselves upon the boy's.
"Jack, I…" Augustine searched for all the words she could possibly say at the moment, but came up with a weak response. "Thank you, Jack."
She grinned back at him, blinking a couple of times to hold back a wave of tears. No one had gotten her anything for Valentine's Day as far as she knew, and this new emotion was a first for her. Taking a settle step forward, she then thrust her thin arms around his neck, never wanting to let go. Letting the tears fall down her flushed pink cheeks, she tightened her grip on Jack carefully. Smiling wider as he hesitantly rested his hands on her mid-lower back, Augustine rested her head on her arms that hung onto him. Both of them stood there in the chilly February air, not wanting to move.
Jack pulled away a little bit so he could get a glance at Augustine before he left on his long walk back home. She wiped the tears away as she adjusted herself, joyful but sheepish. Sniffling a bit, she then glanced at him with a wide beaming smile. They seemed to stare at each other for what felt like a dozen centuries passing by.
They let magic spark up a never before seen light as their lips finally touched.