Nope, don't own anything. Luthien owns herself, Specs and Dutchy belong to Disney, and The Silmarillion belongs to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. ;; This is for Lu, to remind her why I sold those boys last summer.
Chance Meeting
It was his senior year in high school. Good old DLHS was giving him one more year of classes and then spitting him out into the "real world." However, after taking one look at his class schedule, he knew that this would be no cake year.
Sitting at a table in the library, he took off the glasses that had earned him his nickname to massage the bridge of his nose in hopes of averting his coming headache. Realizing that it wouldn't work, he set his glasses on the table, bent down to his bookbag, and quickly popped two Advil into his mouth and swallowed. Sighing, he sat back up and put on his glasses.
The first thing he saw was a rather petite girl in a grey Les Miserables T-shirt and jeans. Her hair, long and light brown, was pulled into a high ponytail. She was browsing through the "T" portion of the fiction section. The girl seemed to be disappointed with the selection and he found his good nature getting the better of him.
"Can I help you with anything?" Stupid mouth! Speaking of its own accord. The girl looked at him, her eyes widening just a bit.
"N-no, thanks. I don't think they have what I'm looking for." Her voice was soft, he almost had to strain to hear her. Curiosity, like his good nature, got the better of him.
"What are you looking for? I've been in here enough, I'd know if they had it." She continued scanning the shelves, not looking at him.
"The Silmarillion, by J.R.R. Tolkein." He raised an eyebrow, but she didn't see it. This girl certainly didn't seem like a typical Tolkein fan, and only the fanatics tried to read The Silmarillion. He should know.
"They don't have it." Her face fell, and for some reason he felt himself continuing. "But I do. I could loan it to you."
She turned her eyes shyly to the ground and glanced up at him. "Really?" He nodded and held out a hand.
"I'm Specs." She didn't even bat an eye at the nickname, merely shaking his hand.
"Lúthien," she said softly, her face coloring a bit.
"Lúthien? As in Tinúviel?" Again, she blushed an nodded.
"It's my nickname from the camp I work at." So that was why she hadn't been surprised at his nickname.
Digesting this information, he asked, "So, do you want to borrow it?"
She looked at him with a mixture of surprise and skepticism. "You'd really lend it to me?" He shrugged.
"You seem like a nice enough person, and you're kinda cute." Yep, she definitely blushed that time. Her eyes were looking every direction except at him.
"Thanks," she said. The moment was becoming awkward, even for him, and he'd caused it.
"Um, I'll meet you here tomorrow morning with the book, okay?" For once he was having trouble communicating with a girl, and it was bothering him to no end.
She merely nodded, mumbled another thanks, and almost bolted out the door of the library. Watching her go, he heard a voice behind him say, "Struggle much?"
"Shut up, Dutchy."