Disclaimer: I do not own A Series Of Unfortunate Events.
"Violet?"
"What?" Violet Baudelaire exclaimed as she was rudely awakened from her thoughts, only to blush, "Isadora... I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Isadora Quagmire insisted, "But it's just, you look like you want to ask me something."
"Right." Violet gulp nervously, before forcing her self to say, "Isadora, will you teach me some poetry."
"I'd love too." Isadora beamed, and then added, "Any reason? Like... is it just for fun, or is there a guy you like?"
Violet blushed bright red, "Well..."
"Oh, there is!" Isadora grinned proudly, if a little sadly, before trying her best to be a good girl friend, which in this case means friend who's a girl, "Tell me everything. What's he like? Is he in our year? Have you talked to him? Is he cute? Does he like you back?"
"I..." Violet blushed again, before against her better judgement answering truthfully, "Wonderful, yes, yes, God yes, and I don't know."
"That's great. Really great." Isadora said as genuinely as she could, which wasn't very, "So, you want to use one of the classics? Or write something original?"
"Actually, I... I was hoping you'd write it." Violet gulped, taking a deep breath before asking, "You're just so good at this kind of stuff, and I'm... not. Please?"
Isadora tried really hard to say no, but she just couldn't, "Sure. Just, just give me a day. I'll come up with something."
*
The next day Violet nervously approached Isadora as she had done the previous day, the two girls exchanging an awkward smile before one handed the other a note.
"Here..." Isadora said softly, "He'd be a fool to say no."
Violet stared at the note in her hands for a few long seconds, took a deep breath, and then finally admitted, "There's no guy."
"Huh?" Isadora dumbly responded, before her eyes went wide as Violet offered her the note back, "Oh..."
"I was trying to be smooth." Violet explained bashfully, and then when there was no response she nervously asked, "Is this okay? Do you hate me? Are you-"
"Open the note." Isadora said softly.
Violet quickly did as she was told, revealing the words 'IQ Loves VB', "Our initials, in case I gave it straight to the fictitious boy. Clever."
"I hoped you'd read it first." Isadora admitted, "And I stayed up all night trying to write the perfect poem for you, but nothing was good enough."
"It's perfect. I love it." Violet beamed.
"Me too." Isadora beamed back, before flirtatiously adding, "But we don't need words anymore, do we?"
"No, we don't." Violet agreed, closing the distance between them.
