-|*The Good Boy*|-

Allen stared into his locker blankly. He wasn't sure what to make of what he's done. He wasn't sure what to make of this feeling. It was new to him. Something he definitely wasn't used to, but he ultimately knew what it was. He's had it for a long time and now he was in college with his best friends. He's known for a long time, but he couldn't bring himself to gather enough courage to say something. He couldn't talk to his best friends or her friends. He hardly knew her friends. Or were they family? They were close. He shared classes with them in high school, but now those years were over. He was officially 21. He still had this feeling about her. The feeling people call a curse yet a blessing. What was he supposed to do? Does she notice him? Well, of course. He's a freak. His friends say otherwise, but Allen could never get over it. A deformed left arm, a scar on his face that everyone mistakes for a tattoo, and his white hair. How is that not a freak? Although no one knew about his arm. He hid it.

That doesn't change the fact about his feeling. He degrades himself unintentionally, but a lot of people do it purposely. So could she accept him? He didn't know if she even notices him. If he can't bring himself to talk to her face-to-face, why not do it another way? She won't even know it was him. That would allow him to say whatever he wants to about her and about his feelings to her. But what if she finds out? And how was he to do this? What if his friends find out? Would they aprrove? Maybe, then maybe not.

Allen sighs wearily, gathering his books, and shutting his locker. He was sort of glad his college allowed students to use lockers if they please unlike most colleges because he didn't trust his dorm roommate. He didn't like Allen. Allen could honestly say the feeling was neutral. His name was Chaoji Han. Allen wasn't sure what he ever did to him, but he holds a strong grudge against Allen. They never talk to each other and if they do it's rare. He found out Chaoji asked for a new roommate since the beginning of the year. The administration caved in. Now Chaoji was moving out and someone else was moving in. He just didn't know who yet. He doesn't care who he lives with in his dorm. He just doesn't want to be glared at everytime he walks in his dorm.

Without any haste, Allen began walking to his next class. It was his favorite class, but he wasn't too excited about it today. His thoughts were tied to something, or someone, today. People whirred by, speaking, laughing, some taunting, him or other people he did not know. He could only hear the noise around him. He didn't pay attention to where he was going, but he was too used to his school that his feet intinctively guided him there. He was the first in class. The halls outside were loud like always, but inside it was quiet. Nothing entered his brain. Nothing was registering. He just couldn't get her out of his mind. Her, the bad girl. Him, the good guy. It was twisted, but not all contorted. You often hear the line 'A good girl falls for bad boys', but is it right for that to happen vise versa?

It was strange. This feeling they call love. He was not used to it. He had never been. Allen had been alone most of his life. He had been an orphan for all but a few years of his life. His foster father died and he was put in the care of Cross Marian. In all sense it should have been used the other way. Cross Marian had been put in Allen's care. Allen knows he didn't care in the slightest about Allen, but he didn't care as long as it had kept him from going back to the foster home. Even then when he was with his new guardian he had no love. He didn't care, remember? The only love he got was from Mana and he was long since dead. The only other love was the friendly love he got from his friends and their families. Maybe it was a stronger love than he believed, but Allen shied away. In his mind and heart he couldn't stand the thought of being loved. Though it had hurt him, he stayed away from human attachment. Resorting in him being a loner, sometimes distant, but he accepted the love of his friends. After years of them jamming it into his skull he considered them the closest family he has. At first he thought that was all the love he would ever need or get, but after years of trying to disregard this feeling, he failed. Life and fate had a different idea in mind, making it impossible for Allen to have his wish, but maybe he was granted an opportunity and not a wretched curse he called a wish. He knew this was all lies he placed on himself. That fact was just pushed away and became a lie itself.

Now he had to accept it. He had to accpet this feeling for her. He's known about it for so long and pretended not to care, but he always did. Now he just fully accepted it with heart and mind. Nothing stopped him from staring anymore. He had finally bound his soul back into human nature, but now he needed the courage. That would never happen. Allen was a coward. Always has been and always will be. Even when he got mad he never faltered from his good boy persona. He was just a goody two-shoes. He wasn't all good, he'll grant himself that, but because his patience is not thin or easily drowned with emotions, it's rare for you to see his bad side. "Allen? Hello Allen? Earth to Allen?"

Allen shifted his head, turning to face the familiar voice. Lenalee smiled at him. Allen returned the smile without much effort put forth. It wasn't all fake, but it wasn't entirely real. You can't smile a real smile everytime after all. "Y-yes, Lenalee?" Allen asked softly.

"What's with you today? All day you've been acting strange." Lenalee said, laughing a little.

"Oh? Am I? Sorry." Allen murmured, gazing at the board as Professor Yeager walked in the room. He taught many things, but it was all related to literature. Allen adored the creative writing. Half the class enjoys it, but Allen loves it. Poetry, writing, romance, and more. It's just romance had always been a fantasy or for novels. Allen was never one to believe in true love exsisting, but maybe he had been wrong. The books had been for entertainment, but now it was something to hang onto. "I've been thinking about something."

"Care to share?" Lenalee asked.

"It-it's a secret. Sorry, Lenalee."

"That's okay. As long as it's a good secret and not a bad one you're keeping." Lenalee smiled.

Allen looked away, nodding gently, but a small pink tint lingered on his face. Lenalee never noticed for she quickly laid her attention on the class lesson. Allen was in and out of it, but never got caught, that or the Professor didn't care too much since Allen was his best student, but a thin smile found it's way on his lips as he found out what he was going to do. The girl he likes would never know who it was, neither would his friends, and Allen could get some of this off his chest. Then maybe everything would feel a little better. After class he went back to his locker, no one knowing anything was up because her locker was near his, and secretly and without anyone noticing, he slipped a folded up letter in her locker, but he was smart enough to make sure it was the right locker. When he got to his locker he opened the door, looking through it blankly again, but watched through the crack of his locker to get a peek.

The girl he liked walked up to her locker. She rummaged through it, taking out books she needed, but truly didn't care about. What caught her attention was the letter that fell to the floor. She chewed her gum as she picked the letter up, blowing a bubble slowly before it popped. She slammed her locker closed as she opened it. Allen smiled a little, hoping she would like it. He knows she isn't into this kind of thing, not as much as other girls, but maybe there could be an exception.

Allen stared back in his locker, sensing she was about to look around to catch someone's gaze or just to find someone else to pick on or something, maybe looking for her clique. Allen glanced back seeing how her eyes were back on the letter, but smiled as he watched the smile crawling on her face. If she didn't like him, that was fine. Anything was worth seeing that smile on her face, but it was better knowing he created it. Closing his locker, he headed to his next class quietly, not disturbing anyone, just smiling proudly.

The girl with spikey bluish-purple hair stared at the paper, rereading and rereading the letter over and over again, leaning on the lockers. She wondered who gave it to her, then maybe it didn't matter. This was usually a one time thing. She still loved it.

Dear Road Camelot,

You're a beautiful girl. I know it's something so cliche, but I hope you forgive me. This thought has been stuck on my mind for a long time. I just wanted you to know. Forgive me my silent awing, but you had to have been placed in front of my eyes for so long for a reason. No man can go long without realizing the beauty before them. Though it's not only your beauty that captivates me so. I notice you catch a lot of men's lusty gazes and you turn heads when you walk in a room, but you do have a valued reputation. Anyone would proudly turn their heads to see something so grand even if they have been incapable of discerning it true. I believe that no matter what reputation you have it will never change nor betray you awe-striking beauty since you look that of a goddess. I want to thank you for taking your time to read this far, but I will ask nothing but a few moemnts more for you to read on. If you like poems read on. If you like compliemts read on, for I have nothing bad to say about you. I hope you enjoy.

In your hand lies my heart
And though my soul will never part
From this unworthy kid
You've stuck me in a jar with the sealed lid
Because of you I am forever vulnerable
In your unmerciful grasp that I find tolerable

I yearn for you to have me marked
For you something sparked
I could list so many reasons why
That I would never have to verify
For one-your eyes
That I would never defy

But I admit I couldn't be brave enough,
Trust me this is no bluff,
To ever speak these to you
But I wish to
You may be bad
But you drive me mad

I hope the poem didn't sound too rushed. I didn't have long to write it. You left me speechless. I understand you like sweet candy and maybe someday you'll think of me as sweet enough to impress. I may not be as tough as most, but I know when I see a jewel and how to cherish it so. All I can say is I tried to cut the cliche and that there's not a favorite thing I like about you because there can't be a favorite-you're too wonderful to have one trait better than the other. I wish to learn more, but above most I wish to see you smile. I may be a good boy and you a bad girl, but even someone likes me needs taste the glory of undeniable naughtiness sometimes. You could show me a new meaning and way, and maybe I could teach you something, too. Farewell.

Truly yours,
Anonymous

Sorry about the letter if it's rushed, but I hope you guys like the story so far and the letter. I made it rushed because Allen was rushing in class to write. Please let me know what you think. Have a nice day.