Prompt 3: Collision

It was bound to happen. After all, strong evidence from trashy romance novels concurred that the stereotypical, bookworm girl would be bowled over by her one true love as she was leaving the library carrying far too many books and papers than should be humanly possible for her to carry. It was simple statistics, nothing more.

And the recently mopped floor didn't help much either as Levi exited the Guild library one rainy afternoon with a stack of mystery novels as well as a few notebooks of her latest research on spells. The corridor was narrow, she was distracted by the smell of paper and glue, and quite frankly she could not see where she was going.

So why? Why on Earth was Gazille Reitfox glaring at her like she had killed his cat? The cat he didn't even have! It was beyond comprehension.

Feeling rather annoyed, she didn't bother apologizing and set about the task of gathering her scattered belongings. Levi caught some movement out of the corner of her eye. Gazille had actually knelt down to help. She swallowed her pride. "Thanks and… sorry."

Gazille grunted.

And that was when Levi remembered. Among her notebooks was one in particular that she did not want Gazille to see. Her journal. She cast her eyes about frantically for it. It was small and light green in color. Where was it?

Gazille cleared his throat in her periphery and slowly she turned. He had found her journal and was gazing intently at the doodles and scribbles of "I Love Gazille" that dotted the cover.

"Um… you see that's not actually my notebook," Levi said.

"Your name's on it."

"Yeah, uh, it was a gift for my friend so I signed it."

"It says 'Levi and Gazille forever' on the back right here."

"My friend… uh… likes to joke around."

He flipped through the pages. "What about this picture?"

Levi flushed. "Uh… uh."

"And the diary entries about your life," Gazille continued, unabashed.

"Uh." She was sweating. Without much thought she tore the notebook from his grasp, left everything else behind, and started running. "I've got to go!"

Twenty minutes later and safely on the opposite end of Magnolia town, Levi stopped running, sat down in a back alley, and breathed deeply. "Whew, that was close."

"What do you mean?"

Levi jumped. Gazille was leaning casually against the wall facing her, a stack of her notebooks and novels perched precariously in one hand. Levi's eyes widened. She couldn't speak.

"You left these in the hallway," he said gesturing towards the books.

"Um, thanks."

He held out a hand and pulled her up. "Can I walk you home?"

Author's Note: I've got to remind myself to keep writing these because they're fun. And I definitely have time. Readers, please pester me because I've gotten very lazy about fanfiction and writing in ways I never used to be. Anywho, I liked this one even though it was impossibly short. Review? Please. And bother me to write more. Thanks.