Live for the Moment: Chapter 8

By now, the halls had cleared and the next period had started. Neither of them cared, however, and a heavy silence blanketed them both. She bent down and slowly picked up the sketchbook. Her hands shook slightly as she scanned the picture. It was by far the best in his entire collection, and it was detailed enough to be mistaken for a picture. It was her, sitting in class with her left hand supporting her chin. Her lips were parted slightly and her hair curled delicately around her features. Her eyes were half-lidded and her cheeks were shaded slightly to show a blush. What surprised her them most, though, was that the curls of her hair subtly formed a heart.

"I'm assuming that friends don't draw pictures of each other," N mumbled, snapping White out of her observations. She snapped her head up to meet his gaze. He refused to meet her eye, looking away as his face flushed.

"N-not usually," she admitted. He reached over and took his sketchbook from her hands.

"I... I don't know what's happening to me, White. I can't go a day without thinking about you. I just started to draw and... And I drew you," he took a step towards her.
"Friends don't feel that way either, do they?"

White took a shuddering breath and stepped slightly closer to him. Her stomach tied itself in knots.

"Do you w-want to be just friends?" she whispered, "Or... Or do you want s-something more?"

Their gazes finally met as he took another step towards her. They were close enough to feel each other's breath, the tips of their shoes touching. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek and her heart skipped a beat. He leaned forward and her breath hitched in her throat.

Is he going to kiss me?

"I... I don't know," he answered honestly. "I've never felt this way before."

She opened her mouth to say something but snapped it shut. There were so many things to say, but she couldn't think straight with him so close to her.

"I want to test something," he brought his face closer to hers.

She could've sworn that her heart completely stopped working. She inhaled and her eyes fluttered closed in anticipation as she saw his lips drawing near. She pouted them slightly, desperately awaiting a kiss.

His lips grazed her cheek and she stiffened. He pulled back and smiled.
"Interesting..." he mumbled. She opened her eyes as she felt his hand leave her cheek.
"We should probably get to class now."

"Y-yeah..."

She felt herself drift off as they walked to class together, N chatting away normally as if nothing had happened.

–- a few days later... --


The week leading up to homecoming was... Eventful, to say the very least. Bel had managed to convince Cheren to go to homecoming with her, N had pretended like nothing had ever happened between him and White, and Lyra and Silver took every chance they got to make-out. Black and Gold somehow managed to hook two younger girls to go with them, too. Gold got a petite little spitfire named Crystal while Black got a raven-haired beauty named Dawn.

"Did you drug them or something?" Silver sneered. His hand nudged Lyra's thigh as he pressed a note up against it. She pretended to drop her spoon as she bent down and grabbed the note.

Can I come over your place today?


She subtly nodded to him, quickly drawing her attention back to Gold and Black. Gold chuckled, running his hands through his messy hair.

"Hey, you know I've had my eye on her for a while!"

White smiled. "It's not like he hasn't talked about her or anything... When I saw him over the summer, it was always Crystal, Crystal, Crystal! It was like she put a spell on him!"

"Black, on the other hand..." Cheren mumbled.

"... It was just a roofie." Black chuckled.

"BLACK!" looking shocked, Bel covered her mouth. "You can't just go around drugging girls!"

"Take a chill pill, I was just kidding! She asked me herself and I agreed to it," he laughed.

"What's a roofie?" N asked. The table went silent and everybody looked around at each other.

"It's when you drug a girl to get into her pants," Gold said simply.

White felt her face flush. Just thinking about...

"Oh." he gaped at Gold, his face flushing. "In her pants? I don't think anybody could fit in my pants. I'd need a size bigger even to fit a dog in there..."

Once again, the table went silent. It was going to be one long lunch.

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"So, you still sleeping over? You know, because homecoming is tomorrow and all..." White trailed off. She held her phone up to her ear, hanging up the dress that she and Bel had picked out.

"Yeah... Is six okay?" Lyra asked. Silver sat next to her on her bed, reading a book. She had been curled up next to him as he read, just watching him.

"Yeah, see you then!" she chirped, hanging up. Lyra sighed and set her cellphone onto her nightstand. Silver leaned over and kissed her chastely on the cheek before returning to his reading.

"It's so nice to just hang out," she sighed, "But... I'm going to have to leave in about two hours."

He frowned and looked up from his book. "Okay. I actually have to go home soon, anyways."

"Why?"

He smirked at her. "It's a surprise."

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N examined himself anxiously in the mirror. He was at the local tux store, and he had tried on about five suits already. The one he was wearing at the moment was yellow with vertical brown stripes. He sighed, shaking his head.

"May I help you?" he whipped around, his matching hat flying off of his head. The sales assistant stifled a laugh.

"Honey, you look like a bad banana," she giggled, "You're going to homecoming, right?"

N nodded dumbly, stiffening as the short assistant looked him up and down.

"I know the perfect suit. You just sit tight here, sweetheart. I'll be back in a jiffy."

And just like that she ran off to find him a tux, leaving N incredibly confused and a tad insulted.

He kind of liked the "bad banana" look.