Jerome looked at the paper gift bag in his hand and wondered what could be inside, whatever it was it was from Mara so it must be important in some form.

His eyes locked up on the paper in his hand, as his fingers pulled away the small scraps to reveal its contents.

He gasped, inside was a small silver photo frame, in the gentle silver metal waves were small blue hearts at various points. She had written his name some how to in the curled metal, and her name in miniature print below it. Inside was a photograph of her and him, smiling and blushing their arms around one another.

It was from the first day he met her.

Jeromes POV:

I was sitting in my room, I was 13 years old and my new high school house mates were arriving after the old ones had left.

It was exciting almost to be meeting people of my own age for once, the few friends I had seen back at home had been out of touch for over five or six years now.

And there had never been any word from my mother or father.

I could hear them arriving, the sliding wheels of suitcases, the banging of the heavy wooden chests and the clip clapping of womans heels.

My door flew open and there stood the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, dressed in a yellow sundress with spaghetti straps and a huge smile that lit up the grey room, the sunshine started to come out and warmed my shoulders through the window, the grass becoming vibrant green and waving in the wind.

Her milky coffee skin gained a rose blush across her cheeks when she realised she had just walked in to the boys dormitory.

"Im sorry, I thought these were the girls dormitories," she explained to me fiddling with a button on her shoulder bag.

"Im Mara by the way," she smiled shyly up at me and I found myself some how smiling back.

"Im Jerome, Jerome Clarke," I walked across the room to Mara and held out my hand which she shook cautiously.

"You must have got here early, Im the last here Im always last," she frowned and I wanted to stroke away her frown lines but I resisted, her fragile face would be destroyed by touch, crumbling like cream cake.

"I can help you un pack if you like," she smiled when she saw my half of the room was bare and pristine. "Its the least I can do for walking in on you so rudely like that," she added with a determined grin.

"Im already unpacked actually, I dont have that much stuff, Ive been here for eight ye- eight hours, Ive been here eight hours already," I had to squash back the years part before she thought me weird. Id be known as the loner boy, the freak show if any one ever found out no one had wanted me for so long.

She seemed shocked as she gazed around the room one last time, I could see in her eyes she was thinking how odd it was that there were no posters on the wall, no nothing.

I fixed my smile as best I could though it probably seemed more like a grimace from the pressure it was to keep it there.

"I can show you to the girls dormitories if you like?" I asked offering her my arm.

She giggled her fingers brushing against her lips as she did so before reaching for her suitcase handle. Her other hand took my arm, "Why thankyou kind sir," we stepped out of the door and I turned to close it.

When I turned back around she was closer than I remembered.

I stumbled and she toppled over, but I managed to catch her before she fell.

She was so breakable it was un-true like a glass blue bird I had once seen on a christmas bauble at Isis house.

Her hair fell over her shoulder delicately and like water in its motion.

Her eyes were wide and searching mine.

"Erm..." we both laughed at our awkward position neither of us wanting to let go and stand up, the perfect moment.

At this moment Alfie felt the need to run by, I didnt know him on the first day, with an instant camera snapping the shot of me and Mara arms around one another grinning.

Before he ran away the photo paper, still dark drifted to the ground near Maras suit case, the ink still developing her suit case giving it the perfect shade to rest in. I was glad it wasnt spoiled.

She hurriedly picked up her case and ran in the direction we had been heading, "Well see you Jerome, thankyou," then her heels tottered away and I was left standing there the breath gone from my lungs and a huge smile on my face I didnt know existed any more.

The boy I felt like was supposed to have died a long time ago.

"Mara," I whispered managing to get it past my Cheshire cat grin before turning around to pick up the photo.

But it was gone.

Third Person/No bodies POV:

Jerome smiled under his bed as he reminisced, stroking the photo lovingly of him and Mara so much younger.

This was their second to last year of high school together and still she was with Mick, would he ever get his chance?

Sighing with a contented smile on his face Jerome placed the photo frame in to the box, it fit easily and was about the size of a large fridgemagnet.

The box closed and he reluctantly locked it, there was enough memories for one night and though he wasnt tired at all, he knew he needed to sleep in order to get some prank planning done the following morning if he wanted a shower as well.

The box was left in its drawer again, the not so dusty drawer now he noticed.

As he climbed inside the stiff linen sheets quietly, slipping onto his union jack pillow he wondered what he could give to Mara as a present.

The heart... it crossed his mind but she was still with Mick.

He felt some thing clench in his stomach as the meat heads name came to mind and the idea of him holding Mara like she was some sort of stuffed animal came to mind.

He didnt realise she was butterfly delicate and had to be handled with the utmost care and respect otherwise her heart would be broken.

As he focused on Alfies snores he looked on the opposite side of the room.

All of Alfies doctor who posters and alien plushies lined up on a shelf, with his rubix cube back pack hanging of the end of the bed post.

He observed then his own side of the room as he drifted of to sleep, how white and green it was. And it made him feel like he was in hospital, the scarcity of objects showing that a person lived there.

As the suspicion of invisibility began to brew inside him Jerome held close to him his pillow pretending it was his sister hugging him back.

"Libby" he muttered, crying tears of mixed joy on Mara and sadness that she still did not love him.

Tears soaked the pillow he would wash in the morning, but no one could wash away the tears in his heart.