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The day they met hadn't been anything special, as White recalls. It was the second day of the second week of her sophomore year, and she was walking down the hall to her next class when she rounded a corner. Walking straight into his chest, N reflexively dropped his books and jumped a foot in the air. His history book landed directly on her foot, causing her to squeak and bite her lip.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" he said quickly, scratching the back of his head nervously. White bent down and picked his history book up off of her foot.

"It's okay," she mumbled, "just a few broken toes, nothing to worry about here..."

"I'm really, really sorry about that," he laughed, bending down to pick up the remainder of his belongings. White noted that he had a sketchbook with him and raised her eyebrows.

"You draw?" she asked, reaching out and tapping the pile of books in his arms. He scratched the back of his head again.

"Yeah, I guess," he said, "just a little bit."

"Cool, can I see?" she asked. He shrugged and handed her the book, trying valiantly not to drop the rest of his books. The bell sounded as White opened the book. She flipped through the pages and was amazed; he drew all sorts of things. There were pictures of cats lapping up milk, and there were pictures of delicate-looking trees. Each drawing looked like it took hours.

"Don't you think we should get to class?" N chuckled, reaching out for his sketchbook expectantly.

"Yeah, probably- but hey, these are really good!" White said as she handed his book back, soon reaching out her hand again. "I don't remember introducing myself. I'm White."

"I'm N," he juggled his books as he shook her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You don't have to be so formal!" she chuckled. N smiled and shook some of his messy green hair out of his eyes.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time we meet," he said as he turned to leave. Walking away, ten minutes late to class, White couldn't help but grin to herself as she thought that that "N" boy was a little cute.

---

It wasn't long until she saw him again, sitting at a table by himself at lunch. He had a sandwich in his left hand and a pencil in his right, drawing away at the paper before him. White always sat a table with a good seven or eight people, and she wondered if he could be lonely. She nudged her friend Lyra and whispered quietly into her ear.

"Hey, do you think I should ask him to come sit by us?" Lyra blinked before smiling widely at her friend.

"Sure! The more the merrier!" she sang, slinging her arm over the boy next to her. "Isn't that right, Silver?" Silver groaned and tried futilely to wiggle out of her grasp.

"Sure, whatever," he mumbled. White rolled her eyes at him and got up, walking over to the table where N was seated.

"Hey, N, was it?" she asked, leaning forward on her palms against the table. N looked up from his drawing and smiled at her.

"Oh, hello. White, was it?" he mocked, setting his pencil down on the table. "What's up?"

"Well, you look lonely, so I was wondering if you would like to come sit with me and my friends," straightening up, she tossed her ponytail back over her shoulder.

"Sure," he mumbled, closing his sketchbook. White caught a glimpse of a landscape as the pages fluttered shut. Before she could comment on it, however, he was already on the way to her table. By now her other friends had joined and were staring expectantly as she sauntered over with N.

"Well, well, well! And who might this be?" her friend Ethan commented loudly. A dark haired boy sitting next to him sighed, clapping a hand over his mouth.

"Just be quiet for once, man. Don't want to scare away the newcomer!" he said. N raised his eyebrows. He could already tell that both of them were probably equally annoying.

"Ignore Ethan and Black, they're imbeciles. The name's Cheren," a boy with black hair and glasses commented, jabbing his thumb awkwardly towards the blonde sitting next to him.

"This is Bel, and over there are Lyra and Silver," Bel giggled loudly and Silver gave a nonchalant half wave. Lyra was grinning broadly at White, raising her eyebrows so high N thought that they would float off of her head. He took a seat next to White and pulled out his sandwich.

"I'm N, it's nice to meet you," he said. White felt a sense of deja vu at his words and chuckled quietly to herself. As N took a bite of his sandwich, an awkward silence came over the group. For a moment nobody moved, not even touching their lunches while N sat eating his and glancing around at all of them.

"...so," White began, blushing. "Um... your hair is, er, green?" N nodded, and the group soon felt themselves bursting out into laughter.

"Nice conversation starter, White!" Black laughed. White blushed harder and smacked her hand against her face. As she argued back, N laughed heartily as well as he observed her.
It sure is going to be an interesting year...

Description
The day they met hadn't been anything special, as White recalls. It was the second day of the second week of her sophomore year, and she was walking down the hall to her next class when she rounded a corner. Walking straight into his chest, N reflexively dropped his books and jumped a foot in the air. His history book landed directly on her foot, causing her to squeak and bite her lip.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" he said quickly, scratching the back of his head nervously. White bent down and picked his history book up off of her foot.

"It's okay," she mumbled, "just a few broken toes, nothing to worry about here..."

"I'm really, really sorry about that," he laughed, bending down to pick up the remainder of his belongings. White noted that he had a sketchbook with him and raised her eyebrows.

"You draw?" she asked, reaching out and tapping the pile of books in his arms. He scratched the back of his head again.

"Yeah, I guess," he said, "just a little bit."

"Cool, can I see?" she asked. He shrugged and handed her the book, trying valiantly not to drop the rest of his books. The bell sounded as White opened the book. She flipped through the pages and was amazed; he drew all sorts of things. There were pictures of cats lapping up milk, and there were pictures of delicate-looking trees. Each drawing looked like it took hours.

"Don't you think we should get to class?" N chuckled, reaching out for his sketchbook expectantly.

"Yeah, probably- but hey, these are really good!" White said as she handed his book back, soon reaching out her hand again. "I don't remember introducing myself. I'm White."

"I'm N," he juggled his books as he shook her hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"You don't have to be so formal!" she chuckled. N smiled and shook some of his messy green hair out of his eyes.

"I'll keep that in mind for next time we meet," he said as he turned to leave. Walking away, ten minutes late to class, White couldn't help but grin to herself as she thought that that "N" boy was a little cute.

---

It wasn't long until she saw him again, sitting at a table by himself at lunch. He had a sandwich in his left hand and a pencil in his right, drawing away at the paper before him. White always sat a table with a good seven or eight people, and she wondered if he could be lonely. She nudged her friend Lyra and whispered quietly into her ear.

"Hey, do you think I should ask him to come sit by us?" Lyra blinked before smiling widely at her friend.

"Sure! The more the merrier!" she sang, slinging her arm over the boy next to her. "Isn't that right, Silver?" Silver groaned and tried futilely to wiggle out of her grasp.

"Sure, whatever," he mumbled. White rolled her eyes at him and got up, walking over to the table where N was seated.

"Hey, N, was it?" she asked, leaning forward on her palms against the table. N looked up from his drawing and smiled at her.

"Oh, hello. White, was it?" he mocked, setting his pencil down on the table. "What's up?"

"Well, you look lonely, so I was wondering if you would like to come sit with me and my friends," straightening up, she tossed her ponytail back over her shoulder.

"Sure," he mumbled, closing his sketchbook. White caught a glimpse of a landscape as the pages fluttered shut. Before she could comment on it, however, he was already on the way to her table. By now her other friends had joined and were staring expectantly as she sauntered over with N.

"Well, well, well! And who might this be?" her friend Ethan commented loudly. A dark haired boy sitting next to him sighed, clapping a hand over his mouth.

"Just be quiet for once, man. Don't want to scare away the newcomer!" he said. N raised his eyebrows. He could already tell that both of them were probably equally annoying.

"Ignore Ethan and Black, they're imbeciles. The name's Cheren," a boy with black hair and glasses commented, jabbing his thumb awkwardly towards the blonde sitting next to him.

"This is Bel, and over there are Lyra and Silver," Bel giggled loudly and Silver gave a nonchalant half wave. Lyra was grinning broadly at White, raising her eyebrows so high N thought that they would float off of her head. He took a seat next to White and pulled out his sandwich.

"I'm N, it's nice to meet you," he said. White felt a sense of deja vu at his words and chuckled quietly to herself. As N took a bite of his sandwich, an awkward silence came over the group. For a moment nobody moved, not even touching their lunches while N sat eating his and glancing around at all of them.

"...so," White began, blushing. "Um... your hair is, er, green?" N nodded, and the group soon felt themselves bursting out into laughter.

"Nice conversation starter, White!" Black laughed. White blushed harder and smacked her hand against her face. As she argued back, N laughed heartily as well as he observed her.
It sure is going to be an interesting year...