Last night you found a paper telling you that if you look at someone and say "love" in your head they will fall in love with you

Angela: speaks in a very British accent "wake up, darling, you are going to be late for school"

"Okay, hon. I've made breakfast already. It's in the kitchen." Angela replies as she does her morning chores around the house. Her accent is as sweet as ever, and you can tell that she truly cares for you.

Angela watches you eat breakfast with a loving smile on her face. "You know," she says softly, her eyes glistening with warmth, "you're growing up so fast. You'll be leaving for college soon enough." As much as it pains her to think of her little boy flying the nest, she's proud of how responsible and kind-hearted you've become over the years. She takes a sip of her tea before continuing, "I hope whoever you end up with is half as wonderful as your father."

She pauses for a moment, remembering how handsome and charismatic David was when they first met. Even after all these years, he still had the ability to make her heart skip a beat just by walking into the room. A small blush creeps up onto her cheeks as she thinks about their more... intimate moments.

But enough of that! She gives you a quick kiss on the forehead and heads off to work herself, humming a soft tune under her breath.

The girl with the Gothic makeup blushes as well and glares at you angrily for a moment. Then, unexpectedly, her expression softens, and she laughs awkwardly instead. "It's... fine," she mutters, straightening up. "I'm sorry," you insist, trying to make things right. Something about this girl draws you in; maybe it's the defiance in her eyes or the way she seems so unapproachable at first glance but then suddenly vulnerable underneath. "Here, let me help you with that," you say, offering your hand to steady her.

She looks down at your hand for a moment before slowly taking it and letting you pull her up off the ground. When she finally meets your gaze again, there's a flicker of something new in those Gothic eyes... curiosity? Interest? Before either of you can say anything else, though, you both realize that you're late for school.

The girl watches you go with a hint of disappointment, her expression distant as she tries to figure out why she feels drawn to you. Maybe it's just the paper last night... Nah, that can't be it. There's something different about this feeling. Something real. She shakes her head, chasing the thought away as she hurries off in the direction of school herself.

But as she walks, she can't help but wonder... what would have happened if you had taken a second longer?

The goth girl glances at you out of the corner of her eye, unsure how to react. She didn't expect to see you again after this morning, and now here you are, sitting next to her. "Hi," she says warily, not quite meeting your gaze. Her posture is stiff, like she's bracing herself for a confrontation or an unwanted advance.

But as the minutes tick by, she finds herself relaxing a little bit more in your presence. There's something about you that makes her feel... safe? It's a strange feeling, but she doesn't mind it. You don't seem like most of the other guys at school; you're not trying to impress her or pretend to be someone you're not. She wonders if this could be what real friendship feels like.

"I suppose so," the teacher answers with a shrug. "You can share seats with someone until your book arrives." He glances at you both, then at the clock on the wall, clearly eager to get back to teaching. "But make sure you both keep up and don't distract anyone else."

The goth girl looks at you nervously, not quite sure what to think about sharing a desk with you for an extended period of time. She doesn't want to seem too friendly or forward, but she also doesn't want the teacher to think she can't handle it on her own. Eventually, she nods slowly and tilts her chair back against the wall. "I guess we could share," she says, trying to sound casual.

You grin at her in what you hope is a reassuring way before turning your attention back to the teacher. "Thanks, Mr. Jones." You give him a small wave before settling into your seat beside the goth girl, careful not to crowd her too much or make her feel uncomfortable. It's an awkward silence for a moment as you both stare at your desks, each lost in thought. Then, out of nowhere:

"So... what's your name?" she asks, her voice soft but steady.

The goth girl tilts her head slightly, considering your question. "Mavis," she finally says after a moment of thought. There's a hint of sadness in her voice when she says it, like the name itself is a heavy burden she's been forced to carry around for far too long. She looks at you expectantly now, as if daring you to react poorly or differently than the countless others who have before you. But somehow... something about you makes her feel safe enough to hope otherwise.

The rest of the class passes by in a blur, each minute feeling like an eternity as you and Mavis continue to steal glances at one another from beneath your lashes. There's an unspoken connection between you now, something that neither of you can quite explain but that feels real nonetheless. You feel drawn to her in a way that goes beyond simple physical attraction; there's an intelligence and vulnerability about Mavis that captivates you. And as the day wears on, you begin to wonder... could this be more than just friendship? Could this be something deeper, more profound?

Just as these thoughts start to spin through your head, the final bell rings for dismissal, jarring you both back into reality. You glance at Mavis, wondering what she's thinking and if there's anything you should say before class ends. She meets your gaze, her expression unreadable but hopeful, as if she senses that this moment is just as important to you as it is to her.

Mavis blushes brightly at your compliment, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "It was... nice talking to you too," she replies shyly before gathering her things and standing up from the desk. "I'll see you around, Endry." She flashes you another smile before hurrying out of the room, trying hard not to look back at you for too long.

As the other students file past, you find yourself unable to shake the feeling that something special just happened between you and Mavis. You can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring... and if there's any chance that this new connection could lead to something more than friendship.

You can feel the anger and frustration building up inside of you as you watch Mavis being tormented by those girls. Without a second thought, you quietly approach her and kneel down beside her. "Hey," you whisper gently, offering her your hand. "It's okay. I've got you." Your heart aches to see her like this, so vulnerable and alone, but the anger in your chest fuels you as well; these girls will not get away with hurting someone as sweet and wonderful as Mavis.

She looks up at you uncertainly for a moment before finally taking your hand. Her fingers are cold and trembling against yours, and it takes everything in you not to crush them in anger. Instead, you squeeze gently in reassurance, willing her to trust you. "Come on," you say firmly, pulling her up off the ground. "Let's get out of here."

With Mavis clinging to your side, you lead her away from the group of tormentors, not looking back until you know they can no longer see or hear you. Then, when you're certain that she's safe, you pull her into a nearby alley and wrap your arms around her tightly, burying your face in her shoulder as you rock her gently back and forth. "Shhh," you whisper soothingly against her skin. "It's okay, I've got you now."

Mavis looks up at you in surprise, her tears drying on her cheeks as she tries to figure out why you're being so kind to her. "You don't have to do that," she says quietly, trying not to sound ungrateful but unsure how else to react. The idea of letting a boy walk her home, much less help her like this... it feels foreign and exciting in equal measure.

As you continue walking, Mavis finally decides to trust your offer of protection. She takes a deep breath, calming herself enough that she can actually enjoy the small talk you're making along the way. It feels good to have someone to talk to, especially when they seem to understand what it's like being an outcast at this school.

Eventually, the two of you arrive at Mavis's house, and she hesitates before taking a step back from you. "Thank you," she murmurs shyly. "For helping me... today." Her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment as she says this; it feels weird to be thanking someone so sincerely when all they've done is be nice to her.

You smile gently down at her, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Anytime," you reply softly, meaning every word. There's something about Mavis that makes you want to keep looking out for her, even when it isn't easy or popular. And as she watches you with those big green eyes of hers, you get the feeling that she might just be starting to feel the same way.

Mavis looks at the piece of paper in her hands with a mixture of surprise and hesitation. She wants to believe that there might be more between you two, but she's been hurt before by people who were only interested in using her. Still, something about your kindness today makes her want to take a leap of faith.

Slowly, she nods and smiles softly at you, feeling warmth spread throughout her chest. "Okay," she whispers, taking a small step closer to you before reaching out to touch your arm lightly. The contact sends a shock through both of you, making your hearts race in synchrony.

"I'd like that," she finishes with a shy smile, her eyes never leaving yours as she hands the paper back to you. For a moment, there's silence between you as you both savor the connection that's just been made; then, finally, she breaks it with a nervous laugh. "See ya around, Endry."

Before either of you can say anything more, Mavis turns and hurries away from you, leaving you with nothing but her name and number on the piece of paper in your hand... and the knowledge that something truly special has just happened between the two of you.

Mavis's voice is soft and shy when it comes through the other end of the line, a giggle escaping her as she realizes that she's actually calling you. "Hi," she says again, sounding slightly more composed this time. There's an awkward pause before she continues, "I just wanted to thank you for earlier today... and, um... to see if you wanted to talk or something?"

You smile into the phone, relieved that she called but not at all surprised; talking with her was easy and effortless, and the thought of spending more time getting to know her makes your heart race a little faster. "Of course," you reply warmly. "I'm glad you're doing okay."

There's another brief silence as Mavis tries to decide what else she should say. Finally, she settles on, "So... what do you want to talk about?"

Mavis's heart skips a beat at the thought of spending time with you outside of school. It's been so long since she's been asked on a proper date, and the idea of going out with someone who treats her like a real person... well, it makes her feel wanted in ways she never thought possible. She takes a deep breath before answering, trying to sound casual but hopeful at the same time. "Sure," she says softly. "I'd like that."

There's another pause as you both silently savor the anticipation of your upcoming date. Finally, Mavis asks cautiously, "Do you... want to meet at the park by my house? It's not too far from there and we could get something to eat afterward if you like."

Mavis blushes at your enthusiasm and can't help but feel a small flutter in her stomach. She bites her lip, trying not to get too excited as she says goodnight and hangs up the phone. It feels so strange, being desired like this; usually, boys only seem interested in using her or looking for an easy target. But with you... it's different somehow. You make her feel special, important.

With a sigh, Mavis crawls back into bed and stares up at the ceiling, lost in thought. Tomorrow can't come soon enough; she has so many questions for you about yourself and what brought you to her school, not to mention all of the things she wants to talk about with you now that they aren't surrounded by the noise and drama of their peers. As sleep finally overtakes her, she lets out a contented sigh, certain that this date will be everything she's ever dreamed of... and more.