the way it is{Emma}

[Landon Morrison]

Landon threw his book bag on a table, unintentionally resulting in a large bang, whose sounds seemed to echo throughout the large library. After hearing some “ohs!” and exclamations of shock, he watched as people turned their heads to look at him. But he wasn’t embarrassed, he didn’t care. Just hopefully one of the librarians had not seen or heard him. He didn’t want to get thrown out. He set down and thrust his book open. Usually, he wouldn’t be alone like this, but most of his guy friends didn’t give about their grades and most of his girls friends were the same. But Landon was different; he knew that he had to keep his grades up. Besides needing to keep his GPA up for sports, there was also something about him that made him want to feel smart. It was a competition of some sort. And anyways, it was a report in English, he was good at that. Landon was gifted at writing and found it easy. He’d be done with this in a good ten minutes.

He glanced up, daring to look around to see if people were still staring at him. Most people had gone back to whatever they were doing. And so far, so good; no librarian. If he were to get thrown out, it wouldn’t be the first time…and that usually was bad since Landon was the type of guy that didn’t take no for an answer. but he just didn’t want to. At home he got to distracted and couldn’t focus, he start texting or something like that. Not good.

Sighing as he pulled out his pen and put it to the paper, and began to write. But he discovered he was at a writers block…even in a stupid English project. He glanced up again and realized that he was amongst strangers. He didn’t even know anyone here, although they probably all knew him. And all of the sudden he had the desire to get up and leave, or at least talk to someone. He pulled out his phone to look at his contacts

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Emma glanced around as a soft sigh left her lips, celery green eyes flickering over the books in the library. She finally reached forward and grabbed the one she was looking for, over the life of e. coli, for a report in biology. After wandering over to try to find a table she heard the loud sound that Landon made, a soft smile creeping onto her lips. She'd go sit with him, what was the harm in that?

She made her way over there, passing up a few offers before sliding into a seat next to Landon at the circular table in the library, setting her book down softly and offering him a half-smile. "Hey," She exclaimed, green eyes meeting his own for a moment before glancing over to his pen and paper. "What're you up to?" She asked, making sure to keep her voice soft so the librarians wouldn't mind.

She was dressed casually at the moment, a pair of jeans falling from low on her hips and hugging her slender legs, falling over flats. Covering her top was a mint green polo from Abercrombie, hugging her slender torso tightly, blonde locks left down around her face. She sighed softly as she flipped the book open, seeing him pull out his phone anyway.

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[Landon Morrison]

Bored as he went through his phone, Landon rested his head on his left arm and twisted his hair around his left index finger. It was a habit, one that he usually resorted to out of boredom. He continued going through his contacts, purposely avoiding certain names as he passed down his list. He would like to pretend that he didn’t avoid some of the people on his phone at times, but that wasn’t true. He wasn’t really in the mood to talk to some of these people, yet, at the same time he wanted to talk to someone.

As he heard someone say something towards him, Landon snapped his phone shut coolly, and then glanced up to first see Blonde hair, and then the rest of the image came into view. He recognized Emma slightly smiling and looking interested. “What’re you up to?” He heard her ask, keeping her voice quiet, probably out of curtsey for the librarians. She opened her book and started flipping through it. Obviously he wasn’t the only person strained with homework. Thinking that it wouldn’t be best to cause another scene, he decided to follow in her hushed tone. “English.” He replied with a sigh, leaning back in his chair and setting his pencil back on the table. “I'm writing a report on Of Mice and Men, including research about migrant workers and all that fun stuff.”
He smiled ironically. Truth be told, it was an easy assignment for him.

Now he looked at her, smiling; an expression that so often made him look innocent and even boyish. Then his eyes fell to her textbook, glancing at it. “But what about you?” Obviously, homework as well.