// This chapter includes some fowl language, forgive me my rad readers! Just a warning, because I'm not that trashy to just do that to you out of nowhere. The last part of this chapter is based off of a joke that never gets old for me, so that's the reason for this. Enjoy!

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It's Friday.

The second day of the library work.

Oh, joy.

How fun is this going to be.

For some odd reason, I really wanted her there. It made me feel secure, as if someone cares - backing me up on whatever happens. Although, it's too embarrassing to see her again. What if she glares at me? Gives a weird, judged look? I try to weigh the pros and cons as I walked through the park by myself.

People pass by me, talking together in groups. They just seem so happy together. Talking and laughing, actually being interested in each other's conversations. Pondering over that, I still have the slight tendency to eavesdrop on people's conversations as they walk. Here's a couple of conversations I loom over, meanwhile making my way to the book place.

"... He's so weird. In my opinion, you shouldn't be talking to someone that mean. Have you heard his comments?"

Not being friends with people can avoid drama. That's good. Although, drama can sometimes be solved. Just one question. Are they happy?

"... Pfft. Haha, you bet dude! We're winning today's soccer game, you'll just see."

Getting involved with a sport makes friends?

"...It's probably coming soon. You should watch out for the storm, seems there's going to be a lot of rain and thunder next week!"

Nice weather report, might come in handy.

"...I like cheesecake."

Same.

"...Deez nuts."

Deez nuts!

Eventually I'm to the steps of the library, carefully stepping inside. I wave to the lady who helped me yesterday, giving a bright, fake smile. I'll at least try to be pleasing here.

She quietly hands me a note, with my things to do. "I noticed you left early yesterday. It's perfectly okay, just try to do that less while working here. That's all I ask of you." She comments, smacking her pink-glossed lips.

"Er...." I croak, slowly picking the note up with a fluent gesture.

The lady tilts her head, her shoulders rising in some tension. "You alright?"

Slowly, I nod. "Just fine. Also have you seen a gir- nevermind. Actually, just forget the question I was going to ask. I'm fine. Totally fine. One-hundred percent fine all up in here. Yeah... fine." I respond as she just stares at me for a couple of seconds. "O...kay?" Tossing her hair behind her back, she then gets back to whatever she was just doing before.

This is why we can't have nice things, Ruby.

Shaking my head, I read the first part of the note.

1: Put away books in the DIY section. That's on the second floor, BTW! Haha, 'do it yourself', 'by the way'... being an adult lady, I am very hip! Just get to doing that putting away thing RN (right now, LOL!).

What's she doing?

Her best.

Calmly, I make my way to the stairs- hOLY FUDGE.

The nice girl from yesterday is sitting by herself, looking all dashing with a book in her hands. With her dark fingers, she leisurely flips to the next page. The girl's eyes are still covered with shades. Honestly, she seems a little lonely? I shouldn't go near her, she'll probably presume I'm a half-clingy person who has no life. Otherwise, we could be friends.

Nah, I'll just go with the sneaking past her thing.

Tip-toeing once I get close enough, I am gentle with my steps. Each move I make is gradual and swift, neither too fast or too slacking. My sneakers stretch across the open, carpet floor with no ounce of disturbance.

Everyone most-likely thinks I'm someone who's watched too many spy movies. Sad, but true.

Believing she is about to notice me, I drop to the ground and begin to crawl. My hands and legs move as I get closer and closer...

Creak!

That's the sound of my cover being blown. I frozen in her presence, my arm about to reach out for another movement. Her head turns at me, her face calm and not surprised at all. Blushing, I try to make sure she isn't overthinking what I'm like at the minute.

"Hi..." I murmur, still on the ground in a frozen position.

She takes deep breaths, looking down. "You alright?"

"Yeah! I'm just..." I immediately think of a response to her inquiry. "Practicing yoga! All of that stuff. How about you?"

She smiles, pointing at the pages. "Just reading a delightful book."

Standing up, I stand straight. My legs and arms lift off of the ground as I walk next to her sitting down. Should I be getting this close to her? Is it too inappropriate? What should I say???

"Books! What generation?"

"You mean genre, right?"

"Yup! What are genres by the way? Just trying to clear up on my vocabulary."

"The type of book."

"Of course." I scratch the back of my neck. I need to act casual, or our talk will collapse into distress and hate. Plopping next to her, I try to be the friendest friend that could ever friend in the friending of friendism.

She glares at me for sitting next to her, almost as if she's surprised, but doesn't want to show the emotion. Clever. "Yes..." Her eyebrow creases in slight confusion, but it's not the rude type.

I lift up my hand.

"Hey... wanna high-five?" I offer, trying to be the least weird while offering.

She sets her book down next to her, with a cute smile. "Um, sure? Why?"

"Dunno," I shrug smugly. "Why not?"

"Point taken." She nods, lifting up her hand to accompany mine.

We are the...

Two high-fiving girls in a large, silent library who only met yesterday. Our hands prepare to collide, matching up to equal lengths. My hand is raised to touch my hand against hers. Once I swing my hand, I'm not too sure we are even on the same page with this action. Actually, I'd say it's more like opposites.

My high five is quick and unstable, flimsy when making contact with the other palm. This girl's is safe and polite, the kind of type that wouldn't even hurt a fly with that hand.

Nothing is going to go wrong, right?

Well.

Let's just say I swish past her hand, bashing her in the nose with my fury forced dukes.

Haha...

Whoopsies.

"Ouch!!!" The girl screams, clutching her nose like a fangirl would do to her favorite merchandise at Hot Topic.

First of all, I don't say anything. This is probably because of the amount of shock I'm in, or just from being dared to chug three cups of milk at lunch for two dollars and a piece of Strident gum.

What???

It was worth it, okay.

This is perfectly fine Ruby. Everything is fine, she'll live. I think? Anyways, you should probably apologize to this hot-shot babe before she believes you're an awful sack of aloof trash. It doesn't have to be an apologies though, as long as I show that I care. Just, what should I say?

Thinking the plan over in half of two seconds, I discover my solution to this rest-assured issue. Preparing the notes in my head, I sit straight, calmly preparing to speak.

Are you okay?

That works.

Let me get this terrible thing beside me and finish this...

I clear my throat.

No wait-

I'm so fucking sorry.

Adds some emphasis to the sorry, which will show I care more-

Pearl is going to die of thirst by the time I make up my mind, Ruby.

What about decisions?

Wing it and choose one.

Too late-

"ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?!?" I yell at the top of my lungs, directly looking at the injured maiden.

Oh boy do I need help.

She is in utter shock, grabbing her book to get as far away from me as she possibly can.

Unable to swallow the truth, I stare down at my hands in regret.

She most likely hates me now.

I guess it's back to the drawing board.