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DATE : July 3
THEME : Friendship
SETTING : Library
CHARACTERS : Leo/Loki & Lucy
PROMPT : Silence

~AU

"Shh!" The librarian, an old woman with a stern face called Miss Ne, glares at Loki as she tries to quiet him down for the hundredth time. "If you're not going to study, get out. There are others here who-"

"Where?" Loki asks, looking around. The four tables around him as well as his are empty, the chairs showing no sign anyone ever sat there. "I'm not doing any harm," he points out. "Besides, the place is too quiet. Nothing good comes from being silent."

Miss Ne grabs the rubber ball Loki had been playing with at sticks it in her pocket, much to the disappointment of Loki. She fixes a commanding glare on him. "You're in here for detention. Find something to do!" Her hand sweeps around her grandly as if she's revealing some grand prize. "This is a library. Read a book."

Loki leans back in his chair, balancing on two legs. He completely ignores the disapproving look he receives and smiles a winning smile that does little to cushion his next words. "But our library sucks, doesn't it? No one ever comes here-"

"Because it's all fiction," Miss Ne says curtly. "A lot of people who go to a library come for reference, but this one has almost every fiction story published in the last hundred years," she gushes. Loki yawns, unimpressed, and leans even farther back in his chair.

"And for you're information," she continues, pushing down the chair so it's on all four legs again, "people do come here." Miss Ne shoots a fond look to her right. Loki follows her eyes, but bookshelves block his way. "There's this one girl who comes here every day just to read. Sometimes she even writes and let's me read it." A slow smile blooms on her face like that of a doting grandmother. "She'll be published someday. I just know it."

Loki rolls his eyes. "Right." He reaches aimlessly behind himself and grabs the first book he comes in contact with. Pulling it from the shelf, he doesn't even look at the title and opens it to the middle. "There. I'm reading."

Miss Ne crosses her arms. "Fine. Don't use your brain. Just stay quiet then." She turns and makes her way back to her desk, but Loki can hear her mumbling. "Kids these days! They can't even open a book. Too busy with their phones and strange anime stuff. Words can't kill you! I swear, if more of them were like Lucy…"

This makes Loki cock an eyebrow. Lucy? As in the Lucy with the massive chest, strange stripper friend, and crazy, pink-haired boyfriend? The one that wouldn't go on a date with Loki? That Lucy? Reading?

'She doesn't strike me as a reader, let alone a writer,' Loki musses. He puts back the book he grabbed, glance back at the place Miss Ne had been looking. 'Really? Naw, couldn't be.' There's only a moment of hesitation before he heads deeper into the library. It's not like he had anything to do anyway.

The smell of dust and old books is over-whelming. The carpet itself is freshly vacuumed, but the lack of readers has really taken its toll on the books. Loki picks up the pace. The faster he sees who it really is, the faster he can get to the better smelling part of the forsaken library.

The furious scratching of lead on paper surprises Loki, the speed leaving him wondering if whatever is being written or drawn is legible and not just scribbles. He peeks around a shelf and, sure enough, that Lucy sits on the ground with a notebook, her eyebrows drawn together with concentration.

"What are you-"

"Shh!" Lucy hisses, not looking up. "I just got an idea, and I'll be damned if I forget it because I stopped," she whispers. I lock of hair falls in her way, and she impatiently pushes it behind her shoulder.

Unsure of what else to do, Loki circles around to see what she's writing. He bends over the absorbed girl, waiting for her to push him out of her way like she did her hair, but she's seem completely entranced in her story.

'What could be so interesting about it?' Loki wonders, starting at the top of the page. He only makes it half way before Lucy jerks the page around so she can write on the back. Loki holds back his instinct to groan. It was actually starting to get interesting.

Reading on, he frowns. The story seemed to change so much from what it was. The plot seems to have pulled a 180! Loki focuses on her hand, determined to know where this is going.

There's an arrogant boy who flirts with every girl he crosses paths with, but the heroine whose point of view it's in can see he's lonely. She attempts to talk to him multiple times, but he just mistakes her intention and flirts with her despite her having a boyfriend. The girl urges her friends to help and invite him along, but they're turned down every time they try.

The main character watches him get worse and worse until he gets detention. Unsure of what to do about it, she goes to her usual place to think. Unknown to her, the boy's detention is held in the same place.

For some reason or another, the boy comes across her deep in thought. He asks what she's doing, and the girl replies, 'Thinking about you.' The boy, of course, takes it the wrong way. 'Not like that. Just wondering why you're always so sad and alone.'

'I'm not,' he stubbornly replies. The two sit in silence before he asks, 'Why do you care anyway? It's not like you know me.'

The girl smiles up at him ad extends a hand. 'Not yet, but I want to. Why don't you come with my friends and I to out favorite café, Fairy Tail?'

The boy thought about it before answering, "

Loki waits for Lucy to finish the sentence, but her hand stops. He jumps as her head turns around, heat rushing to his checks at being caught reading. She smiles silently and extends a hand to him.

"Aren't you going to write the end?" Loki questions.

"Lucy~!" Loki hears. "Are you coming to Fairy Tail or not? It's been the designated thirty minutes, so either come out here or we're coming in," Natsu yells.

Lucy's smile widens. "You tell me what the ending is."

Loki stares at the outstretched hand before laughing. He grabs her hand, wondering how Lucy could convey so much in silence.