One: The Elf and the Girl
A seventeen year old girl sits in a chair, her attention focused on the laptop in front of her. Her fingers flutter over the keyboard, her blue eyes intent on the screen as her thoughts flow. Letters steadily appear on the screen.
"The Disturbing Adventures of Kaye and Rúmil."
Suddenly out of nowhere a hand comes over her shoulder and claws at the keyboard. Her words instantly disappear with a few taps of the delete key. The culprit's dark haired head obstructs her view as he begins to covertly type something.
"Hey!"
His head turns toward her, a wince on his face, and his hands now held over his pointy ears.
"Kaye, I requested that you not scream in the presence of my ears," he groaned.
"Sorry, sorry. You're an elf, and have very sensitive hearing, and so on," she answered flatly.
"Apology accepted," he said.
Grinning, he gave locked her in a creepy suggestive stare at point blank range.
"Don't do that," she said, swatting him away. "That always freaks me out."
She caught sight of her computer screen as he moved his head. It now read:
"The Disturbing Adventures of Rúmil and Kaye."
Kaye muttered it over to herself, and then smiled. "That does sound better."
"Is this some sort of log?"
"Oh it's a "log" all right," she said, giving him an evil look. "Rúmil, every thing you and I do is getting put in here."
"That's Elf abuse."
"Like you haven't committed author abuse?"
"I never-"
"Yes you did,"
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not."
"How about that first day we met?"
Rúmil gave her an expression of shock. "Well any elf would have had a similar reaction if they'd been in my boots."
"I remember everything."
"Well it was only several weeks ago-"
"SHHHH RÚMIL. I'm trying to-, ah forget it. They can just read about it in the next chapter."
"Who is "they"?"