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[Sonmi-451]

I do that always anyways.

[-Starchild.Keith-]

That's very kind of you!

[GigglyHorse]

your stories are amazing! I wish I was that good.

[Sonmi-451]

Thanks.

[Sonmi-451]

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[Lierre]

Aww. That one is sweet.

[Sonmi-451]

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[AspiringMagicalGirl]

Pet's name: Art (f) and Pet's name: Elm (m)

I don't even look up as I hear the popular girls call my name and jeer. "Art, Art, where did you get your hair done? My grandma would like to know!"
Shaking my head, I try to ignore their teasing but find the thought of retaliating too tempting. "Well it's not like you'll ever be able to find it since I have no idea how you even find your locker every day." After all, Cindy barely seems competent enough to walk without tripping every step, so I would think that if she has barely enough mental capacity to walk, then it would far exceed her intelligence to find her locker.
"Oh you're so funny Art. How about you tell your jokes to Wesley Pickles? He's the only boy you'll ever get anyways!" With a final cackle and finger-point, Cindy and her gang of demon cheerleaders walk off, still chortling among themselves about how much wit they think they have. Still, that last comment stings for some reason, and a lump builds in my throat as I realize that Cindy and her mob may be right about the boy thing. Snatching my papers off the floor where I had been sitting, I turn to grab my binder and feel my head hit something very hard. Crying out loud in surprise, I back up to find myself staring into the gorgeous face of Elm.

“Oh, sorry about that,” Elm apologizes, taking the girl’s folder that he knocked out of her hands and giving it to her.
“It’s no problem.” There is visible fear in her eyes as she backs away from and trips over another file behind her. Diving spectacularly, as he has done many times for football, Elm saves her from hitting the tile floor and finds himself gazing down upon her slight frame in his arms.
“You took quite a spill there,” he murmurs, his eyes capturing every detail of her face and marveling at her beauty and terror. She is literally shaking, almost enough to make him drop her, and so Elm wonders, “Why is she so frightened?”
“Yeah, thanks for catching me.” She looks positively mortified as she meets Elm’s gaze and begins to quake even more violently but still he doesn’t put her down. He is too captivated by her natural radiance, unaltered by makeup or fancy hairstyles, and finds her fear almost attractive. Coming to his senses, Elm sets her down and hands her the stack of papers that caused her near-wipeout. “Well, I guess I’ll be going then.”
However, before she can flee, Elm grabs her hand and smiles when she whips around, surprised. “As I did save you from falling, may I ask something of you?” Giving her his best charming grin, Elm hopes his beam will work magic, like it has on many other girls, and even the unbreakable, panicked mystery girl begins to melt beneath his smirk.
“Which is?” Her terror is beginning to subside and is replaced by an inherent intelligence and wit, along with a few drops of shaky confidence.
“Your name.” On a wild hair, Elm pulls her close to his chest and stares deep into her purple eyes, their amethyst depths holding many tantalizing secrets right beneath the surface.
After a second of hesitation, she replies shyly, “Art. Short for Artemeisa.” Her mysterious name fits her stunning face perfectly in Elm’s mind.
“Well I’m pleased to meet you, Art.” Elm gives her one last smile and lets her go, the places where her torso touched his tingling, and she shuffles off, nearly sprinting away from him.

Oh. My. God. I literally ran into and got held by Elm Jones, the most popular kid in school and my now-not-so-secret crush, considering I was violently shaking and nearly caused him to drop me. Oh well; I suppose I have joined the rest of the girls in the school with my public admiration of Elm, although most of his other followers probably aren't as lucky as to have been saved and then held for a prolonged period of time by him. However, Elm seemed to want to hold me; is he possibly attracted to me just like I am to him? No, that would be absurd; Elm has almost every girl he knows ready to do his bidding, so why would he find a loser like me pretty? Still, the look in his eyes as his gaze met mine... Perhaps love can be found in the strangest of places with the oddest couples. But a couple as weird as the loser smart girl and the popular sports star... It happens all the time in the movies, and hopefully that can carry over into my life and give me that fairytale ending like the pretty girls in the films always get. But one thing that I have learned - from Cindy and her teasing, actually - is that fantasies never become reality, as I have dreamed about Cindy and her gang leaving me alone, even liking me and letting me become one of them. But that fiction is as far away from happening as when they first started taunting me, so even time cannot bring around delusions, and I fear that Elm and I are just like Cindy and I: never will our relationship change.

Elm cannot shake the memory of Art and her beauty from his mind as he goes throughout the rest of the day. Her amethyst eyes, far more perfect than any gem, haunt him with thoughts of their mysterious owner. Her terror is still a puzzle to him; he has never seen such fear before and the fact that he was most definitely the cause concerns him. Running a hand through his hair, Elm mentally tells himself to just forget Art; she clearly isn't interested if she nearly shook her way out of his arms. But he can't; she is too... enigmatic, radiant, intelligent, basically unforgettable, and Elm knows he has fallen head over heels in love with a girl whose name is the only thing he knows about her.

Elm walks home, his head in the clouds and filled with thoughts of Art, when suddenly he runs into somebody. The collision jerks him from his daydream about dating Art and he looks down to find none other than Art herself with her armfuls of books and papers spilled all over the sidewalk.
"Boy, two times in a day, we're on a roll aren't we?" Elm jokes quietly as he bends to help gather her dropped files. Much to his dismay, however, she begins to quake again and refuses to meet his eye.
"Yeah." Her voice is so shaky and quiet it's barely understandable. Her quivering hands do more harm than good as she isn't able to hold onto anything she picks up so it just falls right back down to the ground. Realizing they won't get anywhere if that pattern continues, Elm gently takes the folders from Art and picks up the rest of the papers on the ground.
"Let me carry these home for you," he tells her, and she just nods stiffly, looking even more horrified by the minute.
For ten minutes they walk in silence, with every once in a while Elm looking over at Art curiously, attempting to determine why she is so afraid of him. However, her face is a mask of stony fear; it reveals nothing but doesn't deter him from trying.
As they reach her front door, Elm turns to face her and hands her the stack of papers and books that must weigh at least 30 pounds.
"Thank you for carrying my books." The words are robotic, insincere; just a phrase to tell him that it is time to leave and that she doesn't want him around.
"You're quite welcome." Elm gives her a beaming grin, his eyes filled with her beauty and his arms itching to wrap themselves around her waist. Just as she starts to shut the front door, Elm summons up his courage and calls, "Why are you so afraid of me?"

For a few seconds I just stand dumbfounded by the question. What do I say? Do I tell him the truth? "Um, well, um..." Generally I am very eloquent but Elm has my tongue tied in a knot with his incredibly handsome face and kindness. "Well, Elm..." I pause, debating over what to say. The truth would take so much off of my chest... "Elm, I really like you. Like, really like you. And I'm not afraid of you, I'm just afraid of making myself look like an idiot in front of you."
"Really?" His grin is so white I think I may be blinded. "Because, Art, even though I barely know you, I would like, no, love, for you to be my girlfriend." After a few moments of gazing upon me, Elm asks, "So what do you say? Would you?"
I think I must look like a fish out of water with my gaping jaw. After a few incredibly long seconds, I finally come to my senses enough to answer. "Yes."
Before I can do anything, Elm sweeps me off my feet and kisses me lightly, my arms around the back of his neck. Apparently happy endings aren't just a movie thing...

That was fantastic.

[Sonmi-451]

Thank you.

[AspiringMagicalGirl]

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