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    I was walking around the library trying to find a good book. To me a good book was a long scary or romantic book. Here at this library, there were no books that fitted my taste. I went up and down the stairs looking for a worth while book. In the teen section all the books were to dull and easy for me so I went down stairs. I asked the lady at the counter if there were and good horror books she'd recommend and she didn't know of any good ones. I figured she was too scared to even read them so she had no clue.

    Walking around the shelves I caught a glimpse of Mitchell. We were friends who knew each other from school. He was the type of person who's a book worm such as me. Every thing about him invited me in. He had dark blonde hair that was cropped. His eyes were a light brown. I knew everything about him. He was always the interesting one in my classes.

    As we both noticed each other in the aisle he walked over and greeted me. He was very shy. Just the simple hello was said from one another. I asked him about the book he had in his hands and he said it was a rather good book. I looked at it and it was a horror book, my type of book. He took me to the aisle where he found the book. There was the same book on the shelf. I picked it up and I went to the self check out.

    Mitchell followed me and began to speak again. We went over to the tables and started a light conversation. Then I suggested that since we were reading the same book we could be book buddies. Like read together. A book club of two. Mitchell liked the idea so we read together for what time we had.

    As we approached the 10th chapter of 30 my phone began to buzz. My mother was on her way to pick me up. Apparently three hours at the library was enough. Mitchell said he’d better get going too. We told each other that we’ll finish reading the book at school. So I said goodbye and he did too.

    As I walked out the door of the table room Mitchell rushed after me grabbing me in a hug. One of the adults seen our affection for one another and they didn’t like it so they made a big deal out of it. I didn’t really care though. For a long time I’ve been keeping my feelings in about Mitchell and now here I was sharing them with him in person. The only thing that could have ruined my hug was the buzz of my phone. And that’s what happened. It was my mom and she was waiting outside. I went to wiggle free from Mitchell’s grip but he didn’t let me. I was glad that he didn’t. As he held me close to him I felt like this was where I belonged. I knew nothing could get better than being with him. I knew I could live without him now.

    Mitchell’s grip loosened as his phone began to buzz. We were so close that I could feel his phone wiggle inside his jacket pocket. As he answered his phone his grip didn’t loosen anymore. After hanging up his phone, he pulled me into him again. Standing in front of him and having to stand on my tippy toes to rap my arms around him made me feel short. Either I was short or he was tall but the fact of size soon disappeared from my thoughts. Mitchell leaned closer to me and the next thing I knew was his lips were whispers against mine. I could make out the words but they soon vanished from my mind. Mitchell was now the center of everything. This was what I’ve been waiting for since the day I laid eyes on him. Mitchells face began to pull away but as he moved so did I. I didn’t want any space between us but I knew I had to leave and so did he. So after separating from each other we each got another hug. As I grabbed him into another hug I knocked his phone out of his pocket. I picked up his phone and entered my number into it and gave it back. “Anytime you can text me?” It was a question because as much as I wanted things to say like this I wasn’t sure if he did too. From his reaction it seemed like he did though, that was good.

    We both walked out the library doors at the same time. Our rides were both here. As we said goodbye we climbed into our vehicles we waved. As buckled myself in my mother asked how my day was. I told her I met a very good friend. As I messed with the radio I knew Mitchell was being asked a million questions by his mother too…