A/N: This short little story is an introduction to a new character that I might be working with in the future. She is in the Fanboy and Chum Chum universe that Jessica12357 has created in Fanboy and Chum Chum and Jessica Too. Here's a short bio on her.

NAME: Devon

HAIR COLOR: Dark green

EYE COLOR: Brown (almost black)

HOBBY: Reading/collecting books

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Devon relaxed in the tiny café. She kicked her feet up on a table and admired the charcoal-black army boots that were laced tightly to her feet. The toes gave off a faint shine in the light. Carefully, she reached into her book bag and pulled out a copy of The Scarlet Letter by Nathanial Hawthorne.

Most people would say that if Devon stopped being such a tomboy, she'd actually be extremely attractive. Her green hair was glossy and fell in waves around her shoulders, but she kept it messy to the point where it was covering her face. Her eyes were dark and always held a mystery in their depths.

Her slender frame was gently curved by her hips and chest: enough to be attractive, but not enough to scream "I HAD A SURGERY TO MAKE ME LOOK THIS WAY!" However, Devon took it upon herself to wear some of the most unflattering clothing possible. Today, she was wearing regular blue jeans which had to be tightened to her waist by a brown, leather belt; a loosely-fitting, no-pattern, red T-shirt; and a black, baggy jacket which had no zippers or buttons to do up the front. Of course, her army boots were also added to this ensemble.

Devon also had a dazzling smile, but she rarely used it, preferring to smirk whenever she was pleased about something or sneer when she wasn't. Her piercing sarcasm and wit made it difficult to get to know her. She much preferred her books and thought that anyone who wasn't in one of her leather-bound volumes wasn't worth her time.

Of course…there was that one exception. The one person who could distract her attention out of a novel for more than three seconds, the singular being who she deemed worthy to labor the most intense affections upon: Sigmund.

Devon hadn't originally liked Sigmund. She thought he was annoying, like everyone else, and that he was a bragging brat who would kick and scream if he didn't get what he wanted. But, as time slipped past like sand in an hourglass, she began to see how attractive he was and how much he was like the men in her books.

His sleek, silvery-white hair that transcended age and manifested itself in his youth; the sharpened, beaver-like teeth with an even sharper tongue lurking behind them; his past, dark and unexplainable as the most romantic of heroes…Everything about Sigmund was perfect to Devon.

As she read about Arthur Dimmesdale and Hester Prynne, she pictured Sigmund and herself playing the parts: Sigmund the tortured soul, madly in love with the one who has sinned alongside him and yet powerless to tell anyone, who holds his hand over his heart to conceal the scars of his guilt.

Devon's spine tingled at the very thought of it as she flipped through the dusty pages of her book. Her eyes may have been reading the print, but her mind was at work creating fantastic imaginings between her and her love. How she longed for him to enter the café and tell her that he had loved her this whole time and wrap his arms around her waist, pulling her close!

But, no, Sigmund's heart belonged to another. And the girl who owned his affection was the object of Devon's most passionate hatred. Outwardly, she was friendly with this other girl. But inside, her emotions raged like a stormy sea at the mention of her very name.

The door jingled open and Devon looked up to see a couple enter the diner. Her blood seethed at the sight of the girl Sigmund desired. Even though this girl despised Sigmund and even had another beau, Devon could not help but grit her teeth at the thought of her love and this intruder locked in an embrace.

"Devon!" called the other girl, waving and smiling good-naturedly.

Devon snapped out of her thoughts and waved by way of saluting lazily with three fingers. She stood up from her table and wandered over to the couple, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

"Hello, Jessica," she said softly. "Hello, Kyle."