This story is going to be short, and it is not quite what I wanted to write, but I can't make another long story without finishing my other ones. Anyways, read, review, and enjoy!

Library. At a desk. Loud snores. Drool. It must have been a good dream for you to be sleeping so soundly. It is kinda amazing how you are not bothered by the looks you are getting right now, but I guess you can't really care when you are slumbering.

I don't think I have ever saw you before. I wouldn't have seen you today if it weren't for all the tables besides your's being full. I don't know why other people with just give you the whole table for yourself. I mean, they are going out of their way to sit on the floor rather than just sitting with you. You are not scary with your weird hair color that you probably dyed because frankly, that blue hue is not natural. You are definitely not intimidating with your kid like appearance and height, but here we are, alone, while everyone else avoids us like we have a contagious disease. It's not your breath, by the way. I can smell it from here, and it is sweet. It must be that half-eaten fruit roll-up next to you or maybe it is just your natural scent. Either way, it only adds to your youthful demeanor.

I can't study you anymore because I have to study my books on case courts. I have an exam tomorrow, and though I am confident about making a hundred, I still feel the need to go over them again. However, I only manage to read a few sentences when my eyes drift back to you. It's not just because you are strangely attractive, but it is probably due to the whimper that you release. It seems like your dream to a wrong turn because your nose is crinkled as are your eyebrows. I wonder if I should wake you up, but I decide against it. As you frown, I reach over and pat your head gently. I don't want you awake, but I do want your dream to become more pleasant. When I had nightmares, my mother used to pat my head until I felt more calm, so I am hoping that it will be the same for you. And it appears to work when your face relaxes. I pull my hand back only to stop short when your face transforms into it's previous expression. I sigh as I resume my petting.

We must be a sight. Books open yet all my attention is focused on lightly stroking your smooth hair. Do you use some kind of special conditioner? It is silky and nice. Soft. I want to keep running my fingers through it, but I think you are slowly waking, so I snap my hand back. I pretend to be engrossed in my book as you stretch and yawn. I peek at you rubbing your eyes, and I must say you should not be allowed to be in college. You look too young, but if you are here, you have to be at least eighteen. I do not know if you glanced in my direction or not, but I kinda hoped that you did. I guess I will never know because instead of striking up a conversation, you up and leave without a sound or a word.

I don't go after you. Why should I? You are interesting with your sleeping habits and looks, but I have seen better and met weirder. Still, it is peculiar that once you are gone from occupying the table, people gravitate towards me, pulling out the chairs and sitting down. I would ask, but they immediately start doing what I should have been doing all along. I keep quiet.

After an hour or so, I give up on the whole idea of criminal justice. You are puzzling my mind. It must be because I love mysteries and getting answers, hence the reason as to why I wish to be a lawyer. Anyways, by the time I get to my dorm, you are in my thoughts, unmoving as you were in real life.

I go to the library all that week. Same time as the first, but you are not there. I even checked the elevators in case you decided to take a nap there. I don't want to find you because you are still roaming freely in my brain. No, the only reason as to my search is because on my test, I made a 98. I have never made anything less than a perfect score and to get anything lower was unacceptable in my book. So I had to find you. To make you take responsibility for distracting me with your barbaric snoring and disturbed sleeping. I'm angry at you, and as that week pass with you being a no-show, my anger grows. It is as if you are purposely avoiding me. I'm not as scary as I seem. If you are scared because I am tall, you shouldn't be. I have no desire to stomp on you. If you are scared because my eyes are unnaturally reddish, I can put contacts in to cover them. If it is because I am deathly pale, I can go tan. I just need to see you so I can give you a tongue -lashing. I need for you to apologize for making me get an imperfect grade and for making me wait. But like a coward, you don't come to meet me, and because I have three more tests coming my way, I forget you. Temporarily.