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Reading Harry Potter again! Yay! This is like... the sixth time. Harry Potter marathon!
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Noire, here you go!
Jet was a mess, to say the least.
He had a date to go to in exactly 7, no 6, minutes. And he wasn't prepared at all.
He rushed around his house, getting dressed, doing his hair, and trying to think of what he would say to the pretty girl he'd be meeting, Rose-Noire.
As he put on a navy shirt that really complimented his chocolate eyes and sandy hair, he couldn't help but think about her. She had this long black hair with red highlights that made her pale skin seem as beautiful and pure as the snow on the island that we lived on. Her personality. Her smile.
His Noire was perfect in every possible way.
He walked to her house and picked out a single rose that was as red as her eyes.
After a moment of hesitation, he knocked on the door. Noire walked out in a beautiful red shirt with a black cardigan and a black skirt. She wore red boots and her long hair was in a pony tail. Her glasses seemed to make her stand out.
"Hi," she said calmly. Unlike himself, when she was around him, she was cool and collected.
"Hey," he said, trying not to stare or stutter.
She gestured to welcome him into her home. There was a small, round coffee table with chips on it, and a movie was playing.
Jet flopped onto the couch. "What are we watching?" he asked.
Noire sat beside him. "I don't really know. I just flipped through the channels," she smiled as she laid her head on his shoulder.
They ate the chips quietly and watched the movie, which turned out to be French.
"Maybe we should change the channel," Jet said.
"Maybe," Noire said.
Jet couldn't take it. Their relationship wasn't going anywhere if they continued like this. They hadn't even held hands yet. So, he took a risk. A major risk.
He quickly, but gently, grabbed her hands and kissed her. He expected her to to slap him or something. While she was usually calm, she could hit hard.
To his surprise, she didn't scold him. If anything, she kissed him back. It was short. They both blushed furiously and couldn't look each other in the eyes.
To break the silence, Noire sighed. She put her head back on his shoulder. And the words she said were barely audible.
"Jet, I love you."
"I love you too."
They held hands, and remained like that even as they fell asleep by the light of the TV and the stars outside.
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