He was just a bit different. But it was so subtle that only his best friend would notice. It was the way he breathed, how his eyes were locked on her, yet wandering. Her own, studied him with her quiet way. Like she did her patients, looking for symptoms of something more serious than what they were telling her.

He took her hand and Holly's cheeks blushed a little at the kiss. It was hard to explain why she did so. She liked holding his hand in public, but the more conservative side of her always was aware of people watching. Her responcible side cautioned her to behave.

"I've never been afraid of those two,"

The blonde laughed, and shook her head.

"I would be, you don't know them as well as I do." She claimed, her gray orbs twinkling with humor.

"How has your morning been? I see you spent your money,"

"It's been good. I went to Scrivenshaft's, I could spend hours there. Their quills are so beautiful." Holly looked at her boyfriend to see if she was going into to much detail. Brandon and Marlene always laughed when she gushed about her new quills. But when one did as much letter writting as she did, something that was useful as well as elegant, always caught her fancy.

"I bought the ones I looked at before break. The ones that look like a small peacock feather, with the gold." Holly ellaborated for him, incase he didn't remember. The excited tone in her voice was hard to mistake. She always tried to hide it, no matter what it was she wanted. But sometimes, Holly Chant would let her inner child slip.

She pushed the box toward him with her free hand.

"You can look at them if you..." Then the blonde tilted her head to the side, her golden locks falling over one shoulder as she did. He didn't have the same smile on his face he usually did.

"What's wrong?"


So. Are we doing things MY way? Or the wrong way?