Its been an even LONGER time since I have updated anything, but here's an update! Hope you like it as much as I did.
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The Muffin Man

There are very few things in the world that I love. Puppies, frozen treats, deep fried everything, and the library. I have always loved the library for various reasons. It was quiet, somewhere where you can go to reflect rationally on things. It has about a billion books in each one, so if you needed to know something, you could find it in the library. It has couches, so you could take a nap if you wanted. The various nooks and crannies in the library were perfect for silent hide-and-go-seek as a kid. Unlike the library in school, you could eat and drink in the public library. I just loved so many things about the library.

Because of this fact, I spend just about every mid Saturday morning to afternoon in the library. It was calming to me after the stresses of military work and especially military personnel. I grabbed my little backpack off of the back of my desk chair and skipped down the stairs. Roy stood in the kitchen in his underwear and t-shirt with the refrigerator door ajar. His head popped out from behind the door when I made one of the boards in the floor squeak a little.

"Good morning!" He was unusually cheery this morning. Maybe he got laid last night? Probably. Regardless, it was a nice change of pace from the weekly morning rush.

"Mornin'!"

"Abi, where are you going?"

"Roy, I'm going to the library. Like I do every Saturday." He nodded as he remembered this weekly ritual.

He tossed me an apple from the bowl on the kitchen island counter. "Heads up!"

"Roy...this is made of wax." I placed the apple on the island counter next to the stove. "I'll grab something from a stand on the way. Would you like to throw my five dollars to feed me?"

"Go, now." He pointed towards the door with a smile and we both laughed as I walked out of the front door. Saturday mornings were usually the highlight of my week. Not because the birds were chirping, because they tend to wake me up from whatever dream I didn't want to wake up from. Nor was it because the sun rose a little bit more beautifully on weekends. The lack of stress from weekly things, like work, just make you feel good.

I stopped at one of my stands on Main Street, buying the muffin of the day and a cup of orange juice. Supposedly, the juice is squeezed fresh every morning, whatever it was, it was good. "Thank you, Leah!" I was pretty much on a first name basis with the vendors on this side of Main, yet they still refuse to give me a discount. Once I finally reached the library after the 20 minute walk, the smell of books filled my nostrils and made me feel like today was going to be a good day. Walking past rows and rows of books, I reached my destination: a small square table with eight chairs around it. Sitting on one side of a corner, I placed my bag in the chair right next to me. One last look at my watch read 10:49am, meaning it was time to pull out some books and get to work.

On average, I usually look around about seven times per hour because it feels like someone is around. Yet, somehow, I never know when there actually is someone there. Except when a person takes my bag off of the chair next to me, sits in that chair and places my bag in my lap. There are some things that you just do not do; breaking someone's train of thought is one of those things. "You might be the only person that studies harder than I do, Abigail."

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Nothing. Where's Al?"

"He is coming later. What's that?"

"What? Oh, my muffin? Uh, well, I haven't eaten yet today..." For the second time since I got here, I looked at my watch – 12:26pm. Ed looked at me with concern. "Haha! Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because." He took a chunk from my muffin with his hand and ate it. "You work too hard."

"Oh, so now the pot is calling the kettle black? You are always studying and working and running around." I looked over to the books on his side of the table, they looked like alchemic gibberish. "What are you always working on anyways?"

"Stuff."

"Figures..." He never talked about what he was always studying. He was always studying something that I never could understand. If a stranger came up to us in the library, they would see "Alchemy for Dummies" on my side and "Advanced Futuristic Alchemy Stuff for Super Smartical People" on Ed's side. We were on such different levels, it's amazing.

We sat in silence for an unknown length of time at that table until he looked up. He grabbed my wrist and turned it in an obscure way. Never mind the pain inflicted on my shoulder, he continued to twist my wrist. "Are you ever going to eat that?"

"Is is bothering you?"

"Yes, it is."

"Then no." He took out another chunk from the muffin and stuffed it into his mouth. "If you want to eat it, then just eat it, Edward. I don't really care."

"No." His stubbornness might actually rival in comparison to Roy's. More time passed and I began to slump down into my chair. For a split second, I felt him looking at me and then looked right back into his book. I took a chunk from my muffin and ate it.

"Blueberry."

"What about it?"

"I hate blueberry muffins."

Overall, it ended up being a successful library day.
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I've been just writing some random stuff over the past few months, and hoped that some of it was good and worth reading...kind of like this one! What do you guys think? If you have any ideas, I'd love to hear them and maybe you'll see your idea pop up! Thanks for reading!