--am i loud&clear or am i just breaking up? {open}

[DARBY GRACE ELLIS]

Today was cold. Beautiful, but cold. No one in their right mind would be out wandering, especially at this time of day. It was – as some would call it – the wee hours of the morning. Darby always hated that expression, thinking it sounded more than the slightest bit odd. And even though it had such an unusual name, it was Darby’s favorite time of day. She was usually up around dawn, enjoying the fact that she could watch the sun rise. Wake with the sun, or whatever ridiculous saying you could think of. As much as Darby poked fun at those sayings, she loved words. Loved different combinations of them, loved hearing them used in situations where they might not be recognized as normal. Maybe it came from her love of books, or the fact that she had wanted to become an author until she realized that, one, the Ellis family didn’t typically get jobs that weren’t helpful to keeping up their appearance or otherwise useful and two, she couldn’t finish anything she had started writing. Darby’s problem was that she was extremely unorganized, her mind full of little snippets of stories or ideas that all wanted to be expressed at the same time. She couldn’t focus, nor could she keep the ideas straight in her head. Whenever Darby tried to write a story, something that could be novel length, she always got bored with it because she wanted to move onto the next idea. The girl had thought about writing short stories instead, but then realized that she always wrote too much for that to happen. For now, the red head was just content with her wall of ideas. That’s what she named it, anyways. What might this wall be? Well it was a wall that was covered in bright sticky notes, each having a different idea written on it. The wall was situated opposite of Darby’s bed so it was the first thing she saw when she woke up. Darby never really expected those ideas to go anywhere, but it was still nice seeing them written down to remind herself that there was one thing she was good at.

Darby had gone through her typical routine of getting ready for the day; waking up, looking at her wall of ideas, staring out the window until the sun came up, showering, and dressing like she was ready to go out. Not that Darby really had anywhere to go. She had a very limited number of friends, and rarely did anything with them. She could be quite the killjoy sometimes. Or at least she had been told. And it wasn’t like the firetamer had any other plans that day. All she knew was that she wanted to get out of the house. She figured that was what drove her to the park at such an early hour and in cold weather. The red head really didn’t mind the cold all that much; she wasn’t sure if it was because she was a firetamer or if it was because it was just how her body was. Either way, there was no chance of the girl getting cold; she was bundled up in a sweater dress, knit leggings, warm shoes, a long wool coat, and cozy gloves, a book tucked under her arm. Darby walked through the park for a little bit as she tried to decide where to sit. Finally, Darby settled on a park bench that was a little further into the interior, across from a frozen pond. She took a seat rather ladylike, keeping her back straight and crossing her legs at her ankles, the book spread flat on her thighs. With her mind completely engrossed in the book, Darby was fully unaware of her surroundings.

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Quietly drifting along, he passed between the dark green pine trees that loomed overhead. A breeze caused their limbs to gently sway, and even though the wind was brief and mild, its temperature felt void of warmth and still cut into his exposed flesh like a thousand dull needles tickling their way over his skin, seeping through the small holes in his shirt and chilling him, eliciting his muscles to shiver briefly. It was sunset with muddled reds and purples that painted the across the vast sky, the hues engulfing the fluffy clouds above him, ones that slowly drifted along content like leaves floating in a river. Even though it was subtle, Aaron knew they were moving by unnaturally fast, and this caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand on end once he stopped to observe them in detail.

It was quiet, no birds chirping in the forest, no animals for that matter at all. For some reason, Aaron had a strange feeling overtake him, one that only natural instinct could produce, like he was being watched. He turned halfway around, and looking over his shoulder behind him, was a large brown bear, coming full speed in his direction. His body froze in place, feelings of powerlessness and anxiety overtaking him. As the distance between them hastily lessened, he finally snapped out of his trance and turned away from the beast to run. He barely progressed, doing his best to move onward, but to no avail, his body only advanced in slow motions, his muscles straining in protest. With his heart beating out of this chest, he counted each of the bear's steps behind him as he did his best to escape. Failing, he turned around after what seemed like minutes, and faced the bear, which was only feet from him, still barreling full speed in his direction.

He awoke with a start, accidentally punching the wall in the process, causing his knuckles to bleed, and a hole in the wall. "Ehh.. I'm going to have to fix that later..." With a growl he sat up and rubbed his face, running a hand through his thick and messy black hair. His heart still pounded at an accelerated rate as he pushed himself towards the edge of the bed, taking a moment to consciously relax his nerves. The wall had caused him very little pain, and considering the scrapes began to rapidly heal up shortly after, he hardly noticed what had even happened. "What is with these nightmares lately..?" He muttered to himself in his usual sleepy, deep morning voice, a bit baffled by why they had been occurring so frequently, nearly the past three days straight. Some were the same, some were different, but most were not pleasant and involved being chased or eaten. This was very uncommon for Aaron to experience such violent nightmares, usually he slept deeply and soundly, with few disturbances, if any at all. Perhaps his past mistakes and thoughts were coming out in his subconscious finally. Yes, there were things he needed to resolve.

After eating a delicious breakfast and getting ready, he decided to go for a walk, to perhaps further understand what was going on inside of him. The hot shower definitely helped to relax his muscles and greatly lessen what stress had already accumulated for the morning. He wore dark blue jeans, a loosely fitting gray shirt, his usual boots with black socks, and a leather jacket.

On his way through the trees of a nearby park, after minutes of walking and enjoying the fresh air, his eyes were caught by the movement of a young woman's crimson hued hair. She sat herself on the park bench, across from a frozen pond and looked as though she liked books, seeing her take to one quickly that was spread upon her lap. Being the spontaneous and experimental type, he confidently made his way around her position and leaned against a tree, not even fifteen feet from her. "Morning.." His voice was almost entrancing as he spoke, with its volume soft and manner smooth, but not so quiet that one could not hear him easily.

Despite his innards being uneasy from the experience earlier, he managed to focus on the positive, being able to meet a cute new girl, and remained calm. He had a large grin on his face, and to add to that, his body language was open and approachable. He didn't appear threatening, just curious and easygoing. Fingers pushed into his front jean pockets, partially burying his hands in them as his head leaned a few degrees to the side, gazing upon her as if to attempt to read the book she so intently lingered on.

[DARBY GRACE ELLIS]

The only thing that Darby had forgotten that morning was a hat. It was a fact that didn’t make itself apparent until she had been sitting on the park bench for a good hour and couldn’t feel her ears anymore. She absentmindedly reached up with one hand, trying to warm one ear and then the other. It wasn’t much of a bother to her though; Darby was much too into her story to really care. That was what happened to her when she read. The firetamer was one who, once she started reading, completely forgot the world around her. She preferred to pretend she was the main character in her novel, typically wishing that she actually was them instead of just being transported away from her life for a few hours at a time. For example, in the book she was reading now, the girl was so stubborn and independent. She wasn’t afraid of just stating her opinion or going for exactly what she wanted and no one else mattered. Darby wished that she could be like that girl, instead of the wimpy, shy one that she was. The one that got walked all over and never said what she was thinking.

Not only would a hat have kept her ears, but it was also would’ve covered her bright orange hair. She ran her hand through it, messing up the little style it possessed. Darby hated her hair. It was a very distinguishing feature, one that drew added attention to her that she didn’t want. She was much too shy to have people remarking on her like that. There were so many people – complete and total strangers – who wondered if it was natural. Well of course it was, or Darby wouldn’t have it. You were much more likely to see her from a further distance than her sisters, simply because her hair was so noticeable. Especially against a wintry background, where there wasn’t much more color than trees and grass that reflected a dead brown color and a gray sky. At least there shouldn’t be anyone in the park, not at this early of an hour, that would spot her. And if there was, they were most likely people like her. People who were just minding their own business, either trying to get away from something like she was or just enjoying the winter air because some people did. They wouldn’t be the type to come and bother her and Darby took comfort in that fact. She’d never be able to read so uninterrupted at her house, where there was constantly something going on.

That was what happened when you grew up in a house with three other sisters who were all rather strong willed just like their mother. That must have been a dominate Ellis gene as well. Almost everyone in her family was like that. Her dad wasn’t, but then again, he had been married into the family. No, her dad was much more like Darby; very soft spoken, always trying to please everyone. Neither of them were true Ellises in that sense. Not that Darby could ever be a true Ellis, not with her only adequate firetaming skills when that was something everyone else excelled in. But none of that mattered right now, not when her nose was buried in a book. The young woman was just getting to the good, suspenseful part of it. That was always the best and the easiest time to put yourself in the character’s shoes. She could feel her heartbeat quicken as the protagonist’s did, felt like something might jump out of the corner at any point in time. Of course, Darby displayed none of this. To anyone looking in on her, she’d still be the girl sitting straight up on a bench with legs lightly crossed and a rather neutral expression.

And she stayed like, until a voice broke her from the trance at the exact moment the protagonist was reaching the scariest part of her definition. “Oh!” she exclaimed, a hand going straight to the hollow beneath the throat in a surprised manner. Her book slipped off her legs and hit the ground, closing and losing her page. Darby sat there, clearly flustered, for what felt like hours but could only have been a matter of seconds. She could feel a slight blush creep up on her cheeks as she realized her overreaction, embarrassment being the flooding emotion. The firetamer reached down and grabbed her book, clutching it to her chest. That was when she finally looked up at the speaker, which only caused her blush to fire up more. He was handsome. Really handsome. Downright gorgeous, if she was going to be completely honest. Which only made her even more tongue tied. “Good morning,” she finally replied, a step above a whisper. It was so quite she wasn’t even sure if he could hear her.

NOTE Hope I gave you enough to work with! I feel like this is going to be a fun thread <3

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Aaron was amused by her reaction. His grin widened immensely as he chuckled quietly, witnessing her startled response. If she knew it or not, it wasn't his intention to elicit those emotions from her. It was a common thing for him to catch people off-guard and he had several interesting reactions, though those were not intentionally provoked either... usually. "I didn't mean to startle you.." He stated, his tone slightly apologetic. He wanted to appear open and friendly, and his body language communicated this efficiently with deliberation. He had a way he carried himself that drew people to him like a moth to a dancing flame. This was not always in their best interest, and was more so to his advantage, considering he did possess a developed taste for blood.

There, then, a slip of the book from her lap. How he wanted to ease forward, ceasing its ascent, catching it in the blink of an eye before it was able to collide with the cold earth below her feet. He dismissed the urge. It wasn't worth the risk, knowing that the consequences of being cocky with his powers within the presence of humans were rarely positive experiences. All too often they left in a panic, confused and frightened, or just in denial of what had happened altogether. Other supernaturals were not so flighty or disturbed, but he could never be too sure, so he avoided the physical aspect of using his powers altogether, unless it was absolutely necessary.

As for his other powers, he liked to manipulate and bend them to his will. He used them frequently and enjoyed advancing towards ideals to meet his goals. Often they were used harmlessly in experimental ways to observe humans in their natural states from afar, like an overly intelligent wild animal functioning in its native habitat. People had their predictable, but uniquely expressive, ways of communicating their responses, with each individual functioning on different levels due to their own accumulated storage of life experiences. Yes, people were definitely fascinating. And she, this shy, bright haired woman, was no less fascinating, even intriguing to Aaron, due to her bashfulness. There was something raw and refreshing about her, something unbroken that gifted a certain spark to her presence. He wanted to find out more.

He had noticed her cheeks flush a light pink and then deepen as her eyes met with his own. He did not immediately avert his gaze until a devilish grin began to creep at the edge of his lips as he cleared his throat, being able to discern quite keenly what she was thinking. A sense of pride rose in his chest, it felt nice to have his ego stroked, even if he was complemented unintentionally. He avoided lingering on her emotions, not wanting them to possibly influence his own thoughts and redirected his focus on getting to know a little more about her and her interests. "Looks like you're into that book," pausing for a moment his eyes dropped down to the book clutched within her hands before glancing back up into her eyes, "Must be a good read. What's it about..?" he inquired curiously, his posture relaxing somewhat.




NOTE: No, I hope I gave YOU enough to work with. I like how bashful your character is.. it's cute.

[DARBY GRACE ELLIS]

Darby wasn’t entirely sure what had caused the stranger to laugh at that moment, but she figured it had something to do with how she reacted to his sudden presence. The bright haired girl sat completely still, horribly mortified and they’d only had a brief exchange of a couple of seconds. She wrapped her arms around her book and pressed it to her chest, like the 300 some page book would protect her. Darby wanted to hide her face or something, but figured that’d only make things worse. She heard the guy apologize, which only caused her blush to deepen even more so. If Darby weren’t careful, her face would be as red as a fire hydrant. He probably thought she was a complete moron for acting in the manner she did. Story of the young girl’s life. Darby should’ve known better than to come to the park or she should’ve left earlier. Then again, this was just Darby’s luck. It didn’t really matter what she could’ve or should’ve done; fate would’ve found some way to play its cruel joke anyway.

Honestly, that smile wasn’t fair. The firetamer had thought that the guy was amazingly handsome before. Now he was down like angelic. Though not quite, but not because of a lack of looks. It was that smile; it had an impish tone to it, like he was an angel with a nasty plan. That was the only way she could think to word it. Of course, coming to that realization, it only made it harder for her to concentrate on what she wanted to say, her mind more focused on just how handsome he was. Don’t make more of a fool of yourself, she kept thinking, though it was in vain. The redhead was genetically designed to embarrass herself. “Uh…yeah. It is…a good book,” Darby finally stammered, always the articulate one. She wished she could form sentences like a typical person instead of tripping over her own words. For some reason, the Ellis confidence had decided to skip her when it had so graciously gifted her other three sisters. Maybe all of it had been used up on the elder three, which was why she was stuck with her father’s lack of self-confidence. “It’s about this girl whose country…is forced participates in these things called the…Hunger Games a-and she’s chosen as a tribute.” That summary totally explained it all. Not. Darby held up the book, just in case the guy would recognize it and understand what she was trying to say.

She quickly squeezed the book tight against her chest again, hoping that if she kept curling up in such a manner, she might become too small to notice or would disappear completely. Both were impossible, she knew, but it didn’t stop her from wishing it. Darby did everything she could to avoid eye contact, afraid she’d lose all possible brain function if she held his eyes too long. Or at least all capability of rational thought. Because while Darby was a bright girl, it was very typical for her to become so nervous that she couldn’t even think straight. What was the term for that? She figured it was something close to socially awkward. And if it wasn’t, that should be the nomenclature of her disability (because she would call it that now). The firetamer offered a shy smile towards the stranger before she again concentrated on the ground behind him.

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Looking at Aaron, you would never know that he was a vampire; one that was beginning to feel the effects of not taking his dosage of blood for the day. He was unaware of it, having forgotten about it completely due to the level of eagerness he had experienced, wanting to occupy his mind with something or someone else other than a raging bear gnashing towards the flesh of his pulsing throat. He left this morning without a single thought of it. Routine was always difficult for him anyways, for most things. His skin was becoming ever so slightly pale now around his face and neck, but any normal person wouldn't have noticed, unless they were extremely observant, or had knowledge of the beginning stages of vampiric "anemia". He continued to listen to the young woman attentively, despite his body sending him a brief warning of a faint lightheaded feeling, focusing too much on her to even really let it sink in. "Hmmm... Interesting.. " He replied, his dark brown eyes glided away from her to the edge of the park bench, dwelling on the topic for a moment within his mind.

It was obvious that she was a shy--something that Aaron had little experience with personally. Caution and meekness did not come naturally to him. He was taught from an early age, primarily from his father, to be strong and driven, to grab the bull by the horns. Even though these were favorable traits, when they advanced without the use of moderation, they became rather eroded and corrupted into less desirable traits. Slipping too far away from the median, Aaron at one time had became subject to this process, showing himself to be aggressive and cold. It was his preferred way of dealing with things. If he had a problem, he would immediately confront someone and tell them what he thought about them or what they had done, and often they weren't pleasant words. No one was going to push him around or put him down. He felt the need to prove himself, but in reality, he was just struggling with common troubles that could have been simple cures if he had been directed to use the correct tools.

Fortunately, later in life he matured quite rapidly after getting so frustrated with himself that he finally gave in and started questioning why his life was going down the wrong track. He started doing something different, and began studying people, as well as his own reactions. He adopted an experimental mindset. His family and friends, as well as random strangers, suddenly became his own personal guinea pigs. Thus, his fascination for people and the brain grew. Among all this he also learned more about himself. He learned where emotions came from and how they developed, but most importantly, how to control them. He felt like his eyes had been opened for the first time, being able to realize that his habits could change, and in fact, quite easily with persistence. It was inspiring and freeing not having to be constrained in the same mental box day after day. He could change whatever about himself and be whoever he wanted to be.

His eyes flicked back up to her book suddenly as she raised it towards him. There was no recognition of the book title she had displayed. Another physical change took place, this one still like the first: very subtle in manner. His dark moose brown eyes were beginning to lighten in hue, intensifying the brown and intricately highlighting the zigzags that laced through the irises like lightning frozen in mid-strike within the sky. This was something that would normally be seen by someone else only if they had looked into his eyes if he had been facing the direct sunlight. Finally, he could feel his senses heightening, becoming more alert and sensitive, not only to her movements and emotions, but to her smell. Realizing what was going on, he closed his eyes as he turned away a few degrees from her, clearing his throat as he raised his hand from his pocket, his lips briefly pressing to his thumb and forefinger, which were curled into a loose fist. He took a deep, smooth breath through his nose and silently exhaled, collecting himself and calming his tingling nerves. He knew he didn't have long before the urges would begin. Some days were easier than others, but he knew that prolonging or ignoring those urges would be unwise.

"I'm Aaron," He grinned lazily, "What's your name?" His eyes did most of the talking. They harnessed a certain balance within them; calm and inviting, yet at the same instance, dangerous and mysterious. Despite observing her shrink back, he took a few steps towards her, closing enough space between them for him to casually reach out his right hand, offering a friendly handshake. He wanted to at least get to know her name, in case he decided to come to the park another early morning and visit the same bench in hopes of speaking with her again. Though he knew she was shy and may refuse to be bold enough to connect with him, he weighed that it was worth the risk of rejection to get to know her.

[DARBY GRACE ELLIS]

Darby was beginning to regret coming out here this morning. She wasn’t regretting meeting this guy – she was sure he was nice enough – but she was just waiting for when she made a fool of herself. That was just how Darby was. She wished she had just a drop of self-confidence or courage, wished she didn’t get so nervous around people that she couldn’t even carry on a decent conversation, wished she didn’t have to be worrying every second that she wasn’t messing up. Darby didn’t even have to be stubborn and independent and outspoken like the characters she read about in her book and often imagined being. Her life would be so drastically different, but that wasn’t what Darby needed. All she needed was a slight bit of self-assurance so she wouldn’t have to second guess herself all the time and get so flustered about…everything. That had to be the worst part and the thing that tripped her up the most, the fact that she got so nervous. If it weren’t for that, Darby would still be shy because that was just who she was, but then maybe she wouldn’t be so awkward, or at least a slight bit less. She’d be able to speak without sounding stupid at least.

When the stranger commented that the book must be interesting, Darby knew she did something wrong. He sounded so bored, or at least that was what she thought. It was very possible that the firetamer was blowing it out of proportion and that the guy was just making a comment. Darby did that often – she over analyzed everything to the point where it wasn’t even close to the original intention. Distorted the event to somehow cause blame on herself because she was always hard on herself. She had a feeling that that was what was happening right this very moment. How could she expect him to actually be interested in a story he probably would never read to begin with? She couldn’t. But Darby automatically assumed it was her fault, something she had done that was causing the guy to lose interest. Exactly what she had meant by messing up and not being able to normally interact with people; she couldn’t even hold a conversation for five minutes. It was probably because Darby was just an uninteresting person without much to contribute to a conversation because she had no clue what to say. What were you even supposed to talk about? No, rephrase that. What did normal people talk about? “Um…it is interesting,” Darby agreed, unsure of what else to say but not wanting to just sit there on the bench, as quiet and still as if she were a part of it.

She watched as the guy closed his eyes and turned away to clear his throat. Was she making him feel sick or something now? It’d be just like Darby to be the cause of something like that, even if she wasn’t entirely sure how to. Or maybe he was just trying to politely show he wanted this half-conversation to end, because Darby was pretty sure he wouldn’t rudely say something or just walk away. “Are you ok?” she asked lamely. Because there was always the possibility that this really had nothing to do with her and he just didn’t feel good in general. By the way the redhead blamed everything on herself, you’d think that she fancied herself as the center of the world with everything revolving around her. It wasn’t like that though, or at least Darby didn’t think so. She had always been the scapegoat, from the time she was a toddler. Her three sisters used to blame everything on her when they were children, knowing Darby would take the fall without opening her mouth and that their parents would go easier on punishment for their youngest. And Darby had just gotten into the mindset that it was natural for her to take the blame on everything, whether or not it made sense. And it had obviously gotten to the point where she just began to take the blame for anything, even if there was no logic behind it.

So she had a name now. Aaron. It wouldn’t have been the name that first came to mind if she had to guess, but it fit somehow. Her mind went completely blank for a moment or two as she caught his smile and she hadn’t realized he had asked for her name until it seemed like he was waiting for an answer. A longer time passed than what was probably socially acceptable. If Aaron didn’t think so already, he might soon believe that she was actually mentally retarded. “I’m Darby,” she finally responded, finding that she couldn’t look away from his eyes. How weird. The firetamer typically avoided eye contact at all costs and here she was, staring into his. There was just something about them that kept her sucked in. And for that reason, she hadn’t seen the hand he offered at first. Darby glanced down at his hand, finally able to look away from his eyes. She squeezed her book tighter before finally reaching her hand out to meet his, lightly gripping it in something that couldn’t quite be considered a handshake.

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It felt like time had dramatically slowed. It was agonizing in a way, being in contact with a beautiful woman who sat alone in the park, while he stood feet from her, trying not to look at her as something edible. Aaron grew uneasy, even more so as her hand came in contact with his, even though he had initiated the handshake. He felt a slight tingling sensation in his fingertips as he leaned towards her and gently shook her hand, evidence that his senses were becoming more aware of "prey". Was he ok? "I'm alright..", he stated with a renewed sense of calm, yet his eyes betrayed him, wandering about briefly in the distance as if they were searching for something. Yes, he was ok, but he wouldn't be if he stayed here, knowing that eventually he would possibly succumb to a feeding.

Aaron wanted to be open with the girl. He wanted to tell her that he was different, that he was reliant on blood rations and that if he didn't get home he would turn into a monster. But he kept his mouth shut. It was a heavy burden to carry, being alone and not having support from anyone, but he knew that he couldn't just be open with strangers due to the consequences. He felt abnormal and alienated due to his differences from the human society. Were there other vampires around? Supernaturals? He couldn't know for sure. He wasn't human anymore, and a part of him didn't want to hide it. A part of him didn't want to care about the consequences.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Darby." He stretched with a silent yawn, "Well, There are some things at home I forgot to do before I left that need my attention. It was nice speaking with you." A lazy, yet devilish, grin animated the lower half of his face. His eyes were noticeably more intense, the yellow having become more prominent in the irises, unnaturally so. He sidestepped away from her and leisurely made his way down the path in which he came, heading back to home.

[DARBY GRACE ELLIS]

She didn’t believe Aaron. It was as simple as that. Darby wasn’t always the most intelligent girl and never had the best focus, but if she put her mind to it, she could be pretty observant. And right now, with her being so uncomfortable talking to a near stranger, her focus was in hyper mode, hazel eyes taking in everything. Aaron appeared alright now, as if he had somehow pulled himself together and was ignoring whatever had made Darby think he wasn’t okay moments ago and on any typical day, she would’ve believed him. But she had seen his eyes, which told her that Aaron was anything but okay.

Still, Darby wasn’t one to push matters. If Aaron said he was alright, then he obviously didn’t want to talk about whatever was making him feel less than perfect. Especially to her, considering that they had literally just met. So Darby just let it go. She hated thinking that there was something she could do to help him and knowing that she was too chicken to actually do anything. Darby wished that she was someone who would pester, someone who would help Aaron out in any way, shape, or form that they could, but she just wasn’t and there wasn’t much of a point in continuing that line of pointless wanting.

The redhead shouldn’t have been surprised when Aaron began to dismiss himself from the conversation, yet she was. You’d think that she’d be happy, considering that that was all she had wanted since Aaron came up and started talking to her. Now though, Darby was worried about him. This wasn’t strange for Darby; she often worried about people she hardly knew if they gave her a reason to do so and then ended up being hard on herself because she never made an effort to help the person. “It was nice to meet you too,” Darby agreed, unable to say more after catching Aaron’s smile. She really needed to learn how to not turn to mush just because a member of the opposite sex grinned in her direction.

As every fiber of Darby screamed for her to follow Aaron to actually figure out what was wrong, she opened her book to the page she had been reading and buried all her thoughts and feelings under the text.

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