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Couple: Miriam x Rook

Rated: K

Holiday: Friendship Day (Auqust 4)

Requested by: theunhappytwins

She frowned. "Stupid."

Rook narrowed his crimson eyes at her. "Well fine, then. Be a sourpuss and sit there all alone with the rest of the day," he mumbled sarcastically – actually, to her, it sounded like more of a whine, but who was she to judge? He turned away, sticking his nose up in the air as he ran his fingers through his jet black hair. "See if I care."

"I will, then." The answer wasn't hesitant in any way, as though she didn't give much thought to it at all. Her fingers were still curled around her pencil, her lips set in a firm scowl as she focused on the artwork in front of her. Each stroke of the pencil was gentle and tentative, but not shaky, each mark darker than the last. Her free hand was held up slightly to cover the paper in shadows, shielding it from the view of anyone who tried to sneak a peak of her masterpiece.

Heaving a sigh, Rook plopped down in the chair across from her and buried his face in his hands. "Why are you always such a killjoy?" he groaned out in an exasperated tone.

"Dunno." Her shoulders lifted in a half-hearted shrug, her head tilting slightly as she focused more on the details of the hair of the boy in her drawing, dragging the tip of the pencil roughly against the paper to make a strong line to stand out above her shading.

"Miriam, why aren't you fighting back?" Rook asked, a wandering finger moving to poke her arm.

She stopped him before he could, swatting his hand away. "Don't touch me."

"Well, fine. You've just been such a jerk recently," he growled back, rolling his eyes.

"Now don't go saying stupid things like that." Miriam still didn't bother to shoot him a look, her hair like a curtain around her face.

"Well, I'm starting to believe you are." Rook pushed his chair back and stood up. "I'll be in my room since you're too busy to hang out with your best friend."

Miriam looked up, shaking her head to get some of her silvery hair out of her eyes to see him better, but by the time she opened her mouth to speak, Rook was already gone.

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Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Two hours, to be exact. But Miriam didn't care. It wasn't like she had anything else to do with her life at the moment. It wouldn't kill her to stay where she was, sitting cross-legged in the floor of Rook's bedroom, leaning back to rest against the wall where she could watch him sleep. His face was peaceful, his lips parted slightly while his chest rose up and fell down with each rhythmic breath he took.

She kept her emerald gaze fixed on him; she didn't even feel the need to blink really. Sure, call it creepy, but she wasn't staring like some freak getting ready to harm the person. Care shone in her eyes, her lips curved up in a tiny smile. And that expression disappeared completely when Rook's eyelids fluttered open and he yawned, arching his back off the bed in a stretch that would help himself wake up.

And then he saw her. He was clearly surprised, his mouth agape and eyes wide. "Wh-What the…? How did you get in my room? I locked the door!"

Miriam raised a brow at him, and that was enough answer for the both of them. She wasn't as innocent as she could act; she was pretty good at picking locks if it came right down to it.

Rook sighed and kicked his legs over the edge of his bed, resting his elbows on his knees and burying his face in his hands. "What d'you want?"

"Well isn't that a nice way to treat your best friend?" the silver-haired girl countered with an irritated tone.

"Well you treated me pretty great earlier today," he snapped back, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from saying something he'd regret later on. He may have been mad, but he would never want to insult her or let something slip out that she'd never forgive him for.

"Yea, well." Miriam quickly got her feet, the rippling sound of a piece of paper filling the air as she thrust it towards him. "I was busy," she muttered.

He eyed her suspiciously as he took the sheet from her. He took one look at the artwork – the beautiful outline, the lovely shading, the excited and bright eyes of a boy that he seemed to recognize all too well… Rook's gaze flickered back to Miriam. "I-Is this…me?"

"Yea." She looked toward the ground and clasped her hands behind her back. 'I just figured it might be a nice thing to do for you since you always comment on how awesome my drawing is." A slight flush covered her cheeks, but it wouldn't be noticeable unless he stared her down to look for it. Though, once his arms wrapped around her, her skin darkened as red as his joyful eyes.

"I love it, Mi-Mi!" he laughed.

"Don't call me that. Sounds too close to 'mama,'" Miriam grumbled, lifting one hand to pat his back awkwardly a couple of times. She hated to admit that she loved being so close to him.

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(:Mizune