Y'all might want a box of tissues ready to go right now. Why? Because Imma try to make this shit as sad as I can. Why? I don't fucking know. Okay let's just move on.

Oh yeah, btw, this shitty shit that follows isn't gonna be fanfiction. It's all original. Well, okay it may or may not be a lesbian artist version of In a Heartbeat, but yeah.

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I hate this already.

Let's just go.

A girl with short and wavy hair as black as obsidion and large eyes as blue as crystal quickly ran into the trees to hide. Peaking from around the trunk of one such tree she watched as another girl walked by. A girl with wavy carmel hair that cascaded down her back and large emerald eyes that watched the ground in front of her as she walked down the path to their school. A girl who's name was Alex Knight.

(A/N Dammit my room is so hot I'm dyyyyyyyyiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnggggggg)

The girl tried desperately to calm her rapidly beating heart but failed miserably. She stepped back from the tree and a onto a twig that cracked and Alex turned to look at the trees while the girl whirled behind the thick trunk of the tree as fast she could, trying to hide her panting breath as she hoped desperately that the Alex didn't see her.

A little bit later, the girl peeked back around the tree and saw that Alex had moved on. She let out a breath that she did not realized she had been holding and came out from the trees. She stepped into the path and made her way to the school, clutching her drawing and her notebook to her chest.

She opened the doors just as the bell rang and walked right into someone, ending up with both of them on the floor. She opened her eyes and realized that she was laying on top of and touching noses with Alex Knight.

The girl freaked out and pulled back, scrambling off of her. She looked around desperately for her notebook and her sketch and saw them laying on the ground not that far away. She reached for them at the same time Alex did.

They both caught hold of the sketch, a sketch of Alex. Alex looked at the girl with shock in her emerald eyed ad the girl heard their classmates whispering and laughing at her.

She tugged at the picture still held by Alex but Alex wasn't letting go. The girl tugged harder and the picture began to rip.

Tears gathered in her eyes as she saw the paper begin to tear. But she had to get out of there. She tugged as hard as she could and the paper tore in half and the girl fled o it the door as fast as her legs could carry her, feeling as though her heart had been ripped in two. One half with her, the other in the hands of Alex Knight.

Because what had she done? What was she thinking? Alex didn't even knew her name.

Alex mean while sat on the floor, staring at the doors through which the girl had fled before looking back down at the half piece of paper in her hand. Then she looked back up at the doors and slowly got to her feet.

She walked over to her backpack and pulled out her own sketch of the girl. It was a very bad sketch by all standards, it didn't look realistic, not cartoonish, nor anything at all really. Especially compared to the other drawing she held in her hand.

She folded up her drawing and stuffed it in her back pocket. She held the drawing the girl had done as though it was as fragile and precious as a child, afraid to even smudge the lead on the page let alone wrinkle it.

And then she slowly walked out the door to look for the girl.

Back with the girl, she was sitting down at the base of the tree she had hidden behind just a minute before. Staring down at the half a drawing in her hands as she let her tears silently fall.

Alex