-|*Catching Road's Anonymous*|-
Allen has found a new habit. This continuously occurs: Allen was staring blankly into his locker with Road on his mind. Poems swirled around inside his head and he needed to write them all down. He couldn't, though. He hardly had time to do that, but for Road he would change his schedule completely. Allen was easily manipulated that way. He'll do anything for those he cares about, but he was never this willing to anything this much, not as badly. It was strange, really, it was, because Allen just wanted to be used by Road somehow, some way. He just didn't care what happened to him, he wanted to please Road, he wanted to see her happy, he wanted to be the one to make her happy. Allen also wanted to tell her about how he felt, but he was afraid to risk it. Allen didn't know what to do. This was the first time he fell in love. Although he has been in love with Road for a long time. He needed to know how she felt about him. Truly, he did. This feeling was excruciating. Allen loved it, but... Why was this so hard to define?
... Allen was thinking about telling Lenalee or Lavi. They were two of his best friends. Kanda was out of the question because Allen knows how he'll react. First he'll be pissed off because Allen was 'stupid' enough to love Road Camelot. Next he'll try to tell him to grow a pair of balls and go tell her, then he'll say-after Allen protests or makes a dumb expression-he doesn't fucking care. That's how Kanda will act being honestly blunt. Who knows? Maybe Kanda wouldn't care at all? Even so Allen wouldn't tell him. No, it had to be Lavi or Lenalee. Lavi because he knows how to get girls interested in a stupid rabbit or because he could help Allen somehow by encouraging him or... something. Lenalee because she was a girl and all girls share similar qualities no matter what personality they have. Well, usually. He knows Road and Lenalee have several things in common. They both love fashion, both share cosmetology classes, and Road isn't a complete tomboy. She's a flamboyant girly girl in a twisted sense. She loves candy, dolls, destroying things, crushing things, making people cry, being mean, she loves skirts (another thing she has in common with Lenalee!), Road is an average athlete, Road loves games, and the whole point is, Lenalee could give Allen some advice, plus she is Road's friend. Lenalee must know a few facts about Road that Allen doesn't, but would love to know.
Swooning, Allen closed his locker. He had one more class today. It computer and graphic designing and engineering. Sort of. Okay, it real terms that will be sensible, it's Computer Aids Philosophy. They do many, many fun things. A lot of times they test games, programs, software, and a lot more. When he gets to Room 502 he walks faster to his seat. His eyes dart around, trying to find Lenalee. Normally she was in there first. Sure enough, Lenalee was in the back talking to Lavi and Kanda. The white-haired boy sighed. He had forgotten they were in this class with them. Still, Allen thought maybe, just maybe, telling a friend would be a good idea, or friends. He was about to say something to them, but then he caught a glimpse of golden eyes. He spun around in his seat, ever so slowly, as he gazed at the golden optics with amazement. Road was looking directly at him. No, she wasn't, she couldn't be. Allen's innocent eyes wandered around, trying to find something or someone around him that Road could be staring at, but there was nothing. He blinked as he turned back to face her. How could he forget Road was in this class, too?
Unsurely and dumbly, he waved, a small blush crawling on his cheeks. Road smirks, waving and fluttering her fingers. Inside his mouth Allen bit his lip, but you would never guess it. He looked normal on the outside and he swallowed nervously. Should he say hi to her? Go talk to her? No, no he can't. Allen's vision was blocked by someone and he turned back around, but not without seeing Road mouth a hi. Lenalee sat down beside him and Lavi across from Allen. Kanda was... nowhere. Did he leave? Nevermind. He wasn't important. "So how did your weekend go?" Allen asked.
"Fine for the most part." Lenalee said dryly. Allen wasn't convinced.
"I'm sorry I left. They really needed me at work. The place was packed all weekend. I'll make up for it somehow." Allen mumbled, glancing at Road, then back at Lenalee and Lavi, who (Lavi) was looking at them by leaning over because of the computer being in his way on the other side. "Anyway, I was wondering, well, uh, I um, did Road and her friends... I uh... did Road stay all weekend?"
Lenalee's smile morphed into a crazy grin. She slammed her hand on the desk computer desk, leaning forward as Allen pushed his chair back skittishly. She was scaring him. Her eyebrows were twitching, a crooked smile lay on her face, anger and irritation plain, but what bothers him the most was the vein popping out on her forehead. "Do. Not. Mention. That. Bitch. Ever. Again." Lenalee seethed.
Allen's eyes widened a little, then he looked away from Lenalee with a frown. Something about this made Allen's heart crack. It was like Lenalee was not approving of his love for Road without even hearing his confession, er, minor confession since Lenalee wasn't Road. "Wha-what happened, Lenalee?" Allen whispered.
Lenalee's hands creaked as she pointed at the hat she was wearing. Allen hadn't realized she was wearing that silly thing. It really didn't suit her. For once, forgive Allen about this Lenalee, she looked a little ugly. The hat was revolting. Allen accidentally scrunched up his nose, causing Lenalee's face to redden with embarrassment and anger. "You know you're not allowed to wear hats in school, Lenalee, and what does Road have to do with a hat? Oh, was it a dare?" Allen said, perplexed at the situation.
"No!" Lenalee hissed, taking the hat off. Allen bit his bottom lip subconsciously. Lenalee's hair looked unattractive and turned off her body's natural grace. Her long, precious hair was gone. Her hair looks like it was hacked off. He wondered what happened. "Road being the bitch she is decided to slip everyone sleeping pills, then her friends decided to have fun. They cut my hair off, wrote on the walls, drew on Lavi's and Kanda's faces, ripped up curtains, and my shoes, oh, my shoes, Allen, she ruined my shoes. She also had the guts to say my fashion is terrible, that I'm ugly, bitchy, and... and... oooooh, she stole my designs for my designer's course!" Lenalee said and you could see the steam coming off her red face as she yanked the hat on her head. "And now I have to wait for my hair to grow out a little before I can get it fixed."
Allen let his eyes drift to Road as she snickered in the background while she high-fived with the Jasdevi twins. Allen heaved a sigh, placing a comforting hand on Lenalee's shoulder. The girl let a few tears of anger and sadness rush down her face and she leaned over to hug her brotherly friend. Said boy rubbed soothing circles on her back. "Lenalee, I don't know what to really say... Er, I'm sorry?" Allen said with uncertainty. "I hadn't noticed your problem all day. I'm sure I wasn't the only one." 'But that's because I was thinking about Road... I feel bad for Lenalee, but even still... It's a little... funny... Don't laugh, Allen. Don't laugh... It's not... funny.' "Everything will be okay. It'll grows back. I'm sure it'll be done and over with real soon."
Lenalee nodded, moving away from Allen and slumping over in her seat. Allen coughed a few times into his fist, but Lenalee didn't catch his smile. It was bizarre, but Allen found it amusing despite feeling bad for her. When class began, Allen covered his mouth with his hand, laughing softly. Lenalee didn't seem to have seen him laughing, but Road saw him from her spot in the room. 'What is he laughing at?' Road tipped her head, pressing buttons on her keyboard rapidly. She was playing a game that had something to do with shooting objects. A minute ago it appeared fun, but now Allen has caught her curiosity. Shouldn't Allen be angry? Upset? Sad? Lenalee just told him about her hair and he was her best friend. Road thinks he's closer to her than Lavi or the grouchy bastard, Kanda. He does live with her and Lenalee spoke about Allen Walker all the time in their classes. She says Allen is like the sweet, understanding, and soft-hearted little brother (or brother in general) she never had. He listens to her all the time and comforts Lenalee. He's so innocent and gullible apparently. Road had to say that was true about the shy man. She smiled, tapping her finger against her lip as she thought about Anonymous' letters, then eyed Allen.
Fact number one: Allen took a lot of glances at Road.
Fact number two: Allen was shy and innocent, seemingly a kid.
Fact number three: Anonymous has known her for years (according to one of his new poems) and Allen has been going to the same school as Road since, well, ever.
Fact number four: On Friday night Lenalee told her that Allen was a very poetic person. He was into all that mushy gushy romance stuff, but he never believed in love.
Fact number five: Anonymous obviously stays in the college during weekends (like Allen did because of his job).
Option one: Allen was Anonymous.
Option two: Allen helps Anonymous.
Option three: Allen knows Anonymous.
Option four: Allen has nothing to do with Anonymous.
Road may not seem like the type, but she is smart. She doesn't like to work is all, but if it benefits Road, then she'd do all her work. Just like now. She was breaking down the facts to piece together her puzzle. This was easy. Far too easy. There's no way Allen could be Anonymous, but the pieces fit together if she thought about it. How many times has Allen passed glances at Road? How many times has he blushed around Road? Then again, Allen blushes over every little thing. How many times has he... laughed at Road's pranks in school? Things were getting interesting. Now all she has to do is catch him in the act. How to do that? Allen has this weird sixth sense that allows him to know if someone is going to look at him or if someone is staring at him. 'It's time for the investigation to begin.'
Road stared at her locker from behind a large Roman style column. Her fingers curled around the stone, one finger lifting up at a time, then musically tapping against the stone. Her eyes remained slanted as she watched pathetic students after stupid teachers after nerdy and lame twits pass her locker. Eventually Allen rounded the corner, chewing on a pencil nervously as he inspected the place. He held a notebook and binder close to his chest. Road smirked, subconsciously musing over Allen's attractiveness. He had a hint of a feminist appearance, but it's ultimately clear he's a guy. He was just a little short and deliciously slender. His frame was only a little bigger than Road's. His clothes suited him perfectly. He wore black pants and a button up white shirt with a gray vest. He even had a red ribbon tied in a cute little bow around his neck. Both hands had gloves, also white. The mark on his face, though, gave him a sense of vicious darkness. His pure smile made him seem like an angel. Then his white hair shrouded an extra mist of unknown around him. He was mysterious in a way. His milky skin was glorious and due to the distance between them, it looked as if his skin was perfect. Allen appeared forever vulnerable-susceptible or conquerable. It was crazy how perfect Allen loomed or emerged to the naked eye. It had to be a sin how irresistibly tempting Allen came across. He truly was an angel. "Road, what are you doing?" Lulubell asked.
Road jumped, spinning around to stare at her friend (technically family member, but friend was much more appealing to say than relative) with a small smile, but then remembered her mission. She turned back around to find Allen was gone. The beautiful mystery walked away. She kicked the column before scurrying over to her locker. When she opened it another letter in a tan envelope began to fall to the floor, but it didn't drift in the wind, it fell. You heard a thump when it hit the ground. She picked it up shakily. "Damn! I missed it. Now I don't know if it really was him." Road pouted, opening the envelope to reveal a piece of candy. Road happily took it out, studying the lollipop that was extremely hard to find. She read the wrapper around it with a grin. It was cotton candy flavored and the swirling colors were light blue and pink. Next she took out the letter as Lulubell approached her, standing directly beside her, capable of viewing the letter. Silently both of them read it as Road licked the lollipop gleefully.
Dear Road,
I hope you like the surprise. Forgive me that it isn't much of a real surprise, but it's the best I could manage. It's a rare lollipop these days, though, since it's old-fashion. I didn't know what flavor you wanted, so I went with cotton candy. It's such a juicy and delicious flavor. Frankly I don't know what to say this time. I should mention I discovered what you did to Lenalee Lee. That was harsh, but despite my pity I hold for her I was strangely entertained by the act of deliberate infliction of pain and sorrow on the girl. I am ashamed, truthfully, to have been amused by this, but even so this feeling doesn't go away. You truly are a bad girl, perhaps even heartless to a minor degree.
I guess you think that it's unfair that I know you, but you don't know who I am. I'm afraid if you knew you'd turn away in disgust or wouldn't like me at all. I don't know. Maybe it's not even that. I am just too shy. I am not lucky enough to have such strong confidence as you do. I respect that about you. You have more confidence than most people I've met. I want you to know who I am, but I don't know how to tell you. I've tried writing my name at the end of every letter, but I cannot do it. My hands shake, my body quivers, fear knots in my chest, and paranoia always has the best of me. Does that make me a bigger coward that I can't even write to you about my feelings without being able to add my name? It's sort of easier to face rejection this way, don't you think? Then, if I think about it, you never make anything easy. I love that about you. If there's one thing at all that I hate about you is that you make it impossible for me to deject you, to hate you, or to stay mad at you for long.
You're a beautiful person and I have no doubts that you know you are hot. Beautiful is only the tip of the iceberg for you, Road. I understand you're creative and that you want to be a clothes designer. Just so you know, you could be a model, but then I wouldn't be the only person glazed with lust for you. It'd make me feel like I have less of a chance to have my feelings returned by you. Heh, I think I'll always be unworthy for you. I don't think I'll ever be yours. I don't think I'll ever get over you unless I hear those words: I hate you, I will never love you, freak, are you crazy? And more. That's why I'm scared to meet you face-to-face, Road. Please don't be mad at me about that. Anyway, here's my traditional signature:
Running to stay certain of yourself
On a path of daring fun you'll risk all you have
Always emotionally inclined to that which lies around you
Defining your demeanor is a difficult when I cannot count a flaw
Combustive passion snithe my desires for you
And it's partly your fault, unbeknownst to you, for clutching my heart
Macilent body [forged to perfection by sins of love]
Embroil me with your exalted and elating blooming, alluring, charming pulchritude
Laces labefy me, intertwining my soul around your whims and will
Oh, you're too perfect to define, and I am a slave for you
These words are not enough yet
ROAD CAMELOT- These are who you are and what you've done to me; never release me
Yours truly,
Anonymous
Road folded the paper. She didn't understand all the words Anonymous used, but she knows they're not bad. It actually warmed her heart. Road believes he doesn't know what kind of interpretation Road had after nearly ever love letter she receives. All she knows is that each one describes his opinions about Road, then tells her what she's done to him and how he feels, and next gives her the idea of him wanting to be touched in all the right places-arousal-or (this is a fancy word she picked up from Tyki) coition. That didn't sound like Allen at all, but then maybe even the purest of people have 'impure' thoughts. Although she didn't even have proof this was Allen. "Were you trying to catch this Anonymous, Road?" Lulubell asked.
Road looked at Lulubell with a smile. "You bet'cha! This has been going on for-let's see, seven days is a week. It's been 12 or 13 days, so it's been nearly two weeks since I started getting these! They're so thoughtful! Whoever this person is loves me." Road said gleefully as she twirled around, taking her lollipop out. "I really want to know who this is, and I have an idea who, but I don't have proof!"
Lulubell watched Road as she skipped along. Anonymous was making Road very happy. The blonde would have never guessed words like that could ever made Road Camelot-possibly the world's biggest troublemaker-easily excitable. As a friend and close family member that made Lulubell happy. By reading this love letter Lulubell can easily tell how passionate this male must be. There's no way to fake that kind of dedication-through words and the time. "Who do you think is doing this?" Lulubell inquired.
Road stopped moving, facing Lulubell with a smile. You could see her surprise about Lulubell being interested. Regardless Road didn't think twice about it. Dazzled and stuck in a daydream, Road spun around before clinging onto Lulubell's arm, nearly limp. If not for Lulubell keeping her balanced Road would be on the ground swooning. "Allen Walker." she dramatically pronounced. "I would have caught him today, but I was studying Allen. I never realized how dreamy he was until now. He's sooooo cute and if Anonymous is Allen, he's very romantic."
"What if Anonymous is someone else? What will you do then?" Lulubell questioned seriously, voice monotone. Did you expect anything else from her?
Road smirked, eyes sparkling. Lulubell has never seen Road so confident or sure about anything in her life before this day. "I know it's him, but I won't be completely satisfied until I have proof, Lulu."
Lulubell mentally noted how starstruck Road was. Road was positively sure this was Allen Walker for some reason. She did have sharp instincts, Lulubell will give her that much credit, but what if she was wrong? Would she go after Anonymous or Allen? This has piqued Lulubell's fascination. "So what if I were to get this proof for you, Road?" Lulubell asked.
Road grinned. "I will love you forever and ever!"
"I'm serious, Yuu! I heard him and no one else has a scar or snow-white hair like that! Why won't you believe me?" a dark-haired boy exclaimed, flailing his arms around a little dramatically.
Kanda huffed with indifference as his room-mate and best friend (although he'd never ever admit this) that he trusted (another thing he'd never ever admit) completely stared at Kanda seriously. It's rare to ever see Alma so... serious. He was starting to get agitated because Kanda didn't believe him, but the stubborn boy didn't give up on trying to convince the other stubborn man. "He was reciting a poem! He was-is-in love, totally in love! You should have heard him. I think he likes Road, Yuu!" Alma exclaimed.
"Road? Road Camelot?" Kanda snorted, throwing his Japanese book at Alma. "There's no damn possible way a beansprout like the Beansprout-"
"That makes no sense, Yuu."
"Shut up! There's still no damn way the Beansprout likes the Noah girl. That's impossible!"
Alma sighed, shaking his head. Oh, how disappointed Tiedoll would be to hear his son say such vile words about love being impossible this way. "It's not impossible-it's improbable! There are no boundaries in love. Oh, Yuu. Yuu, Yuu, Yuu, Yuu! Allen is totally in love. He said something about Road, evil, should've been a life's foe, and golden eyes. Who else does that describe other than Road Camelot?"
Kanda groaned, getting off his bed and sitting across from Alma on the floor. Kanda got in his meditation position-legs crossed, hands barely touching his knees, eyes closed, lips firmly pursed together, and that ever-present scowl deepening. Alma watched Kanda's mood and aura fluctuate, frustration growing clearer by the moment. After five minutes of complete silence, Kanda snapped. "There is no way that idiot likes or loves a troublemaker like her." And the Japanese boy glared at Alma. The slightly elder boy (Alma) giggled at the expression the other individual possessed. It was extremely rare to see Kanda confused and lost about what's going on. "There is no god damn way!"
"Then who else?" Alma shot back.
Kanda massaged his temple as a headache started coming on as he thought about this whole ordeal. He just couldn't see it happening. Allen was too naïve and blameless, honest, righteous, sinless, uncorrupted (and then some) while Road was the polar opposite. She was worse than even Kanda. She was completely corrupted and immoral. Allen should be looking at Road with disdain, if only a little, not with love and foolish admiration. He shouldn't be able to love someone like Road after everything she's done to him. You could see how uncomfortable his aura was around Road, but then Allen is a commendable actor with how often he plays charades, toying with himself with his very own games, too! How could Allen like Road after the dare she enforced upon Allen the other day? "I don't know. There's just no way. I don't believe it and I won't believe it." Kanda spat.
"Must I get proof?"
"What do you suggest we do? Walk up to him and ask him if he likes the crazy bitch? You know how that'll end up! You may not be close to him-"
"And you are, Yuu?" Alma interjected, amusement dancing in his eyes.
"NO! Anyway, you may not be close to him, but you know Beansprout would deny everything and furiously blush, stuttering like that rigid woman... Miranda?... And he would do that even if he did or didn't like her! The accusation would just make him feel insecure." Kanda chided angrily.
Alma and Kanda stared at each other for what seemed like ages. Kanda was mentally seaming the peculiar puzzle together, brows knitted inwards and eyes slanted conspicuously. No sounds emitted from Kanda nor Alma. You could hear the wind whistling outside and the rustling of feet outside their dorm. Kanda didn't like this and that didn't stay transparent. It was hard to overlook that fact. Whenever it came to Allen Kanda never usually liked anything. Alma was getting bored, but thoughts, theories, were whirring by in his mind. "I want proof." Kanda grumbled.
"You care? Wow, Yuu! I was only telling you to get this off my chest. I mean I didn't want to gossip and have it turn out to be false, y'know? But now I have to make positively sure for sure that it's true!" Alma exclaimed, trying to hug Kanda because of his small sign of affection toward his younger friend. Alma was so proud! But Kanda kicked Alma in the face to keep them separated.
"Don't get your hopes up. I couldn't care less about the damn Beansprout. I just hate being out of the loop asshole." Kanda said, but Alma knew it was a lie. Kanda wanted to know for a fact this was true just so he could yell at Allen, beat some sense into him, sigh with indifference, give up and turn away, then say snide remarks or use this secret to his advantage. "Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it, Yuu!"
Lulubell sighed as she opened her book. This 'Anonymous' was pretty damn sneaky. For a week straight she has watched over Road's locker before, after, during, and between classes, but the love letters always found a way in there without Anonymous being caught. In addition to his sly swiftness, he had swift tactics. Obviously Mr. Secret Admirer was witty and had sharp senses. You see, he wasn't leaving letters in Road's school locker too much anymore. In the morning Road has found a love letter at her desk before class. Another time an envelope and another surprise caramel candy was taped to her dorm door. A third one snuck into her school bag. She still got letters in her locker, too, but now the letters were all over. Lulubell had no idea what to watch out for anymore. It was like the guy knew someone was trying to catch him in the act.
Professor Wenham had a rather boring film rolling. It was about... Lulubell didn't know actually. She focused on this secret admirer that adored Road. She read her notes she had written for the past seven days and seven nights. For a mere millisecond her eyes studied Allen as he watched the film somewhat intently before jotting down some notes, or so she thinks it's notes. He-with his clear sharp sixth sense-felt her eyes on him and quickly she averted them elsewhere until she knew it was safe. If she squinted her eyes and disregarded the lack of light, she saw his handwriting was oddly familiar and distinctively neat. A small smile graced his face as he wrote the words on the piece of paper. Oddly enough, it wasn't in his notebook, it was on a single piece of paper. It was tannish-yellowish. There were two creases. Perfect creases. Lulubell quietly wrote this down on her little observation table in her tiny notebook. Before long, Allen folded the paper, passing Road several glances. When he thought it was safe he stuck his chin in his hands, staring at the film blankly, then giving all his attention to Road as she whispered something and passed notes around. He contentedly sighed, gaze softer than usual, and his smile sincere. Everytime Road looks his way, his eyes avert to another direction.
Lulubell put her attention on her observations.
Day one: Allen walks down the hallway. He stops at his locker, staring into it endlessly for a while. He appears to be rummaging through it for his next class, but he repeatedly puts the same supplies in and takes books and binders out, repeating the process again. When everyone leaves the hall he walks to the water fountain, closing his locker. He passes Road's locker, scanning the surrounding area. He quickly quenches his thirst before walking back the way he came, stopping at Road's locker. Slowly he puts his hand in his pocket, then gazes at the green locker with a wide grin before walking off. Later on Road finds her love letter in her desk.
Day two: Allen stays quiet all day, often peeking at Road, usually writing something down, and he stops in front of Road's locker daily. He doesn't typically get new books or supplies from his locker. His trip there is unnecessary. Allen appears thoughtful, but stays focus on school work nonetheless. My eyes hardly left him except for when he went to the bathroom in the third (last) class I share with him. After school Road found her letter in her locker.
Day three: Early in the morning I went to Road's locker, the sun still down. Not long afterwards Allen stops at his locker to get a few books before preparing to go to first period early. After he passed Road's locker he scratched the top of his head. When I went to Road's locker the love letter was there. Allen never went by Road's or his locker after that until school ended and Road was at her locker, reading the letter.
Day four: Like every morning Allen retrieved his needed books that he didn't keep in his dorm apparently. Lavi and-I believe-Alma Karma were with him. A closed envelope was sticking out of one of his books-a light pink color. He talks to his friends and casually walks by the locker. After he passes I look and there was no letter. In my first class I share with him Road wasn't in there. Second class had no Road either. In the last class I have with him Professor Wenham asks him to pass out graded tests, forms, and announcements. When he got near Road's seat he tripped; the papers scattered. After he picked all of them up he went on. The next time Road looked into her bag she found a pink-tinted envelope like the one I saw in the morning.
Day five: Nothing too suspicious. He didn't go by the lockers this morning. He was rather tired. Probably due to lack of sleep. He snuck no glances, yawned a lot, hardly smiled unless Road was being scolded for painting the walls, polishing her nails, and messing around again, then he was late to lunch. After lunch I checked Road's personal storage. Not much of a letter, but a poem was written. Short and curt, but thoughtful and romantic-slightly rushed and slenderly sloppy.
Day six: He didn't go anywhere near Road's personal locker, dorm, desk, or her today. He still gave her the silent attention, but remained rather quiet. He often reddens when Road comes too close. Somehow another note made it's way to Road's storage unit. Plus it's Saturday. He was probably in the dorm.
Day seven: Allen walks by her locker many times, but the letter is never in there. He still gazes at her constantly, reddening a lot more than I remember. I haven't been paying much attention to his facial expressions, but all week I've seen his pale skin morph into red. Today is Sunday and he is speaking with a handful of his friends at the tables in the courtyard. He spent a lot of time at the table even with his friends leaving. Eventually he was by himself, still scanning Road from time to time. He makes it seem like he is writing, drawing, or reading, then he goes for a walk. At night when Road went to her dorm she found a letter taped to the door with caramel candy.
Lulubell practically stalked Allen today, just like the past week, but she stayed glued to him at a safe distance. She never let her eyes leave him. Lulubell was determined to catch him today. This was nerve racking and almost annoying. Lulubell normally discovers the truth rather quickly, but she couldn't use her normal tactics with Allen. Not only because of the situation, but because of who he is. He did the same as he has been doing for the last week. Everything was casual and nothing was out of place. He had the same routine almost everyday. The only time he ever leaves campus was when he had to go to work. That was usually around 4:30 or 5 o'clock. Lulubell doesn't know if he works on the weekends, though, but it occurred to her that Allen had the day off.
Lulubell rubbed her eyes. She was getting rather bored watching Allen sitting at the concrete table in the courtyard. He had a habit of going out there, but there was a reason for that. He was watching Road most of the time. Lulubell could tell he was watching her when his friends weren't around, which they usually were, but he objective was to figure out if Allen was Anonymous or not so his friends are of no concern right now, or at all. Lulubell must sound like a stalker. Road better be grateful for this and her wasted time better be worth it. "I'm ready to give up on this." Lulubell whispered.
Just as she said that Lulubell was about to turn away and go to her dorm, but she saw Allen finally make a movement. He was gathering all of his belongings. He always had that binder and notebook pressed up against his chest, but he held a huge blush as he headed toward the dorms, then he stopped. Warily he scoped the area before heading to the hallway with all the lockers. It was an easy access to them because you only had to walk across the courtyard and you could go straight to your locker since there wasn't a wall to block the hall's view from the outside. The only thing in the way were the columns. Allen warily studied his surroundings again, not spotting Lulubell behind a tree. Allen slowly walked up to Road's locker, the blush deepening on his face as he pulled a yellow shaded envelope out of his book, gulping nervously. He put the tip of the envelope in one of the four horizontal cracks. Without haste he pushed the mail in, still looking around to make sure no one was around, then when it slid all the way in he hugged his binder tighter, taking a few steps backwards.
When he spun on his heels Lulubell saw shadows casted over his eyes and that crimson color melt into his skin, reaching the tip of his ears, but he held a strange smile. It was not twisted or weird, but it was adorable and... and... genuinely earnest. It took a few minutes for the pink to brush away, but it did. When that was done, Allen ran off, heading to his dorm room with a tight knot in his chest, his stomach churning, but a good sensation dwelling within. "Road was right. Anonymous is Allen Walker. She'll be happy to hear this." Lulubell mumbled, inwardly smiling to herself.
