THE LIBRARY was quiet as usual, the only people in view was a group of small freshman huddled by the History textbooks, unsuccessfully trying to listen to music through one pair of earphones.

However Noel's gaze wasn't on them but was on the burly oaf that had stepped through the doors, his mere presence had made the small group of freshman break out in a series of whispers and blushes.

Noel hadn't expected Myron to enter the library, he also hadn't expected his usual dark hair to be colored a flattering dark blue, or for him to even speak to Noel.

"Hey, it's you!"

Noel grimaced visibly at his loud voice, before subconsciously throwing his hoodie on his head tightly, adjusting it so the shadow falls at the right angle.

Myron then brought out a garish yellow beanbag and threw himself next to Noel, a large smile curling around his lips. "Have you worked on the English assignment yet?"

Noel simply shrugged, before flipping the page of his Chemistry notes. Myron was sitting directly behind the window, meaning he was blocking the sun that normally comes in and warms his back as he eats his sandwiches and pretends to study.

Ordinarily Noel would be annoyed, but Myron's smile was contagious and contained no malice that Noel found it difficult to get upset – he's already had enough of that at home.

Myron, undeterred by Noel's silence, carried on speaking absentmindedly, his back slipping deeper into the yellow beanbag. "I honestly don't know what to write about as there's nothing that really sets me apart from other people. I've always been the same as others. Oh, except for my ethnicity, that's always fun to tell people, I'm Mexican and Indian. I guess that's what makes me different, but I've never felt different because of it, you know? Except Christmas is pretty lit. How about you? What are you going to write about?"

"Why is your hair blue?" Noel cursed himself for not filtering his words, but he had been to engrossed at the silky blue strokes, than to the mindless babble that was pouring out of Myron's mouth.

Myron let out a chuckle, a bigger smile grazing his lips as he began to speak once more. "Me and Dylan have prank wars from time to time and this time he poured blue hair dye into my shampoo."

"Wait, Dylan? The one with the skull tattoo on his neck?"

"Yeah. That one."

"I thought you hung out with jocks?"

"I do, but Dylan is my childhood friend, we've known each other since kindergarten."

"What are you doing in the library?"

"To work on my English assignment."

"You're not doing a great job."

Myron let out another laugh, his chuckles coming out in ugly uncalculated gasps, yet it made a hint of a smile appear on Noel's face.

"You're right. I'm not, but I have ideas. How about you? You never told me what you're doing yours about?"

"What do you think?" Noel hadn't suspected his reply to come out as sarcastic and dry, that he bit his lip in frustration, it was evidently clear his conversational skills were rusty.

Myron still looked at Noel with child-like confusion, his brows furrowing slightly at Noel's sarcastic and sharp tone.

With a disgruntled sigh, Noel flipped off his hoodie, his head suddenly feeling cold and warm at the library air. "What do you think I'd write about." Noel repeated once more, this time he was quieter, his tone slightly judging, but slightly scared too.

Myron continued looking at Noel, his expression creeping into his trademark contagious smile, his brown eyes lighting up with nothing but pure kindness. "I have no idea."

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"Do you have plans this weekend?"

Noel stared at May with confusion etched on his face. After he had stormed out of the cafeteria the last time they interacted, he had tried his best to stay out of her way.

Bethany was standing next to May, her hands jammed into her sweatpants and her expression in it's usual form – boredom. She wasn't sure what May's obsession was with Noel, he was weird. He always loomed across the hallways with that dark blue hoodie hanging over his face as if he was the grim reaper or something. She sure hoped May hadn't set out to make Noel her pet project, it was part of her 'hero complex'.

"N-no." Noel replied politely. He was almost looking forward to going home and watching cartoons before he was reminded about the two new presences that had adopted his safe space. Noel never had plans on the weekend, he just wasn't that sort of person.

"Oh, then, do you want to come with me and my friends to get some frozen yoghurt on Saturday?"

"Who?"

"Bethany, Thomas and Dylan, of course! Who else!"

May chose to ignore the dig in the stomach that she received from Bethany. May was certainly aware that her previous attempts at trying to be friends with Noel failed miserably, but she wasn't doing this for no reason. She wanted to help Noel. People were so horrible to him that it made her really angry, she wasn't just going to sit and watch somebody slowly deteriorate, no matter how much Bethany protested, May had an agenda and when she has an agenda she sticks to it.

Noel, however, was busy thinking up a creative excuse as to why he's unable to attend. He wasn't ready to hang around May's friends again, and judging by the way Bethany was acting around him he wasn't sure they wanted to hang around him again. Noel did appreciate May but he just didn't have the strength to go through that again.

"I can't. I'm sorry."

"What? Why?"

Bethany cut in, flipping her long braids behind her back. "He doesn't want to go May, duh."

May turned to Bethany a defiant expression on her face. "You don't know that."

"I do too."

"No you don't"

"Yes I do."

"No, you really don't."

"Yes, I really do."

"No, you really-"

Noel spoke up, his ears tired of the petty argument going on between them. "I'll go. I'll go."

May squealed, clapping her hands together excitedly. "Thank you Noel. I'll see you on Saturday." May then proceeded to grab Bethany's wrist before pulling her out of the empty hallway.

They were both greeted by the warm sun lying peacefully in the sky, and that's exactly how May felt that she looped her arm through Bethany's. But of course this moment of peace was disrupted by Bethany's blunt frank voice.

"Okay, what's your deal? Why are you so hung up on this Noel guy?"

"I'm not hung up on him."

"Then why are you always bothering him, you literally have no reason to talk to him."

"But I do Bethany. There is always a reason."

Bethany just shook her head, her braids lighting up in the sunlight, her dark skin glowing unusually brighter and her dark eyes changing color to a lighter brown. May was the type of girl you could only hang around with in doses. But she always meant well.

Always.