Let's Make a Mess (Demi)

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The library was particularly quiet today. Even more than it normally was. A certain blue-haired girl had decided to take advantage of that. Deciding it was a perfect time to sit there and study, she had collected her things and set up shop at an empty table. She had everything she needed, from her bunny notebook to her pink mechanical pencils with those adorable little panda pencil topper thingies!

Now all she needed were the books. Wandering around the girl lightly ran her finger along the various titles placed in the fiction section. She had a report to do on World War II. Thing is, if that was true, shouldn't she have been in the non-fiction? Well, she originally was going there but, had gotten distracted and soon she ended up here! Browsing and looking for her favorite romance authors. She had already gathered a few stories...if a few was defined as a pile about 5 books high, balanced between her hand and her chin. She wasn't done yet though.

"Why does this thing have to be so high...?" She pouted as she struggled to reach for the copy of Pride and Prejudice.

[demi]

"One, two, eat my shoe~

[/color]" Demi murmured between bits of humming that sounded awfully similar to the tune accompanying the rhyme, One, Two, Buckle My Shoe. Maybe he wasn't the image of a prefect, but he was at least in uniform. With the jacket draped over both shoulders, he had his arms out and stuffed in the pockets of the uniform pants he was given. Even his shoes looked like they matched the uniform- they were polished leather, very new, and not all that comfortable. Better yet, he had the insignia proudly showing against his sleeve.

"Three, four, ketchup's poured. Five, six, just a lick! Seven, eight- oh hey you![/color]" Chimed the teenager as he stopped right behind a girl with a ton of books. His eyes trailed up to the book she was trying to reach with silent understanding. Without warning he stepped onto the lowest shelf that was above the floor, grasping the wood of the shelf that was just above his shoulders with both hands to hoist himself up and find footing with his other foot. From that spot, he glanced toward her with a mischievous grin.

"Which book caught your attention?" Demi prompted. Without waiting and without looking away from Lyra, he pulled a random book with one hand, maneuvering it so he could flip it open with only that one hand.

"Maybe this one?[/color]" Demi began in a whisper, before continuing in a grand, slightly louder talking voice. "Just when normal life felt almost possible--when the world held some kind of order, meaning, even loveliness (prismatic spray of light through an icicle; the stillness of a sunrise), some small thing would go awry and the veil of optimism was torn away, the barren world revealed. They learned, somehow, to wait those times out. There was no cure, no answer, no reparation. er wait, I hope not, that's depressing, isn't it?[/color]" Demi pushed the book back onto the shelf, this time having to look away from Lyra to do so.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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Lyra was just about to give up getting the book, since it seemed like no one was around to even ask for help...when this dark haired boy came along humming a tune. She almost dropped all her books when the 'hey you!' came at her. It was normally something you heard when you were in trouble. She was just about to start pleading not to be throne into the dungeon for some reason when he suddenly climbed up on the shelves.....he definitely wasn't supposed to be doing that.

Lyra was about to respond, when he suddenly pulled a book out and began to read from it. "Shhh!" She said and glanced around, a blush on her face. She was happy he was helping her...but...they would definitely get thrown in detention or federal prison or death sentenced or throw them in a moat with crocidiles!..... Wait that was silly. They didn't have moats around here anymore! What they could do, was send her into space! Then she noticed the silver insignia on his sleeve.....and that definitely shut up her over-active imagination.

"I-I was trying to get Pride and Prejudice." she blushed.

[demi]

"Shhh? Tssk, hushing me! That isn't a very nice way to treat someone who's risking his safety to get you a book that probably killed trees, anyway. For shame.

[/color]" Despite the words he spoke, he was grinning, his eyes bright with amusement as he intentionally, once again, used a talking voice instead of the whisper she surely would have preferred in that moment.

"Ah, good! I've actually read that.[/color]" Demi grinned, whispering now as he pulled the title down for her. He would have spoken louder just to be annoying, but that blush... Demitrius Malixi did not want to see this girl upset, so he wasn't going to push it. Instead of extending his hand to offer the novel down to her, or dropping it to the floor [tempting as that was in terms of how much noise/the shock factor of it], he held it against his chest and pushed away from the book shelf, letting gravity do the work so that he landed with a bit of a thump on the floor. Turning to face her once again, he wore an expression of accomplishment for a moment.

"Tada! The Bennetts will surely be happy to have your attention. But don't fawn over Fitzy-boy, he seems to like people that play hard to get. I'm only looking out for you- if you want the happy ending, trust me, it pays to be coy.[/color]" Demi's tone was totally serious, as if this bit of information was useful advice, not just him being ridiculous. After a moment, he seemed to remember he was still holding the book, but instead of giving it to Lyra, he held out his free hand for her to hand him one book at a time so he could hold the ones she already had with the book he held.

"Let's see 'em, no reason for you to be carrying all those books. I'll carry them, okay? That way you can focus on finding a book that's even higher, so I can get to the top of the bookshelf next time.[/color]" Demitrius' tone was definitive, leaving little room for argument on her part. He didn't play the prefect card, but he wasn't above it if she wouldn't willingly go along with him. Mostly, he didn't want to be the jerk that was walking around with a pretty girl while she carted around a heavy load of books... Not that he figured anyone was judging. He was even if no one else did.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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"Well what if we get in trouble? Don't they throw you in a dungeon or something? D-Do they launch you into space? O-or feed you to lions?" Lyra asked in a frantic whisper. This school was run by the government! They could do anything, couldn't they? Then they could totally make it look like an accident and cover the whole thing to make it looked you never existed!...Lyra liked existing.

"Really? You have?" She asked, her interest in this boy suddenly growing. She hadn't met many guys who had read the classic Jane Austen novel....Lyra couldn't help but let out a giggle as he talked about the various characters in the book. "I think I prefer Mr. Bingley though."

Lyra preferred sweeter, more charming men in contrast to the cool and aloof Mr. Darcy. Speaking of sweet, Lyra felt a small blush rised to her cheeks as he practically ordered her to let him carry her books with a small nod, the girl slowly handed one book at a time over to him. "Thank you but, I think that's all the books I need....oh wait! My homework!" She suddenly remembered. "I need to get a book on World War II for my report..."

[demi]

"They'll throw you in the dungeon for risking your neck and climbing above your reach. But they'll find it endearing when I do it. Prefect and all. I don't recognize you, you aren't a prefect in disguise, are you?

[/color]" Demi questioned curiously. But without a doubt, the more interesting topic was the fact that she seemed surprised by his statement. Now didn't seem like the time to say it was a requirement in his old school.

"Erm, yeah, of course I have. I'm very well read.[/color]" Demi grinned, mildly amused. "Seems like you are, too,[/color]" If the books he was holding for her was any indication, she was indeed. With that in mind, he shifted them a bit in his grasp as if to reaffirm that it wouldn't fall. When he heard that there was another book she needed, he gave a short nod.

"Right, to the nonfiction, then?[/color]" He would have lead. Truly. It felt natural to lead the way. Except, he wasn't sure where the nonfiction section was and he didn't want to make a fool of himself by going the wrong direction.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]