Timothy got up and popped a pill into her mouth. Pain-reliever. She leaned onto her cane and limped her way back to the bookshelves, trying to find the book she was looking for on Amelia Earhardt. Ever since she'd been a kid, she'd been obsessed with figuring out why and where Amelia had gone. It was just a fantasy, but it was a goal she could work towards.
"That sounds good. I just finished The Fault In Our Stars actually," Axel answered, a small smile tilting the corners of his lips upwards. He loved Augustus especially since they both had the same cancer and prosthetic leg. "You come here often, right? I've seen you here a couple times. . ."
(I hated Augustus for dying)
( Same, same.)
(SAMEEEEEE)
Hazel nodded shyly. "The Fault In Our Stars ended so sadly…" she said, remembering Augustus' death in the book. She had cried when reading it.
(I need to make Timothy interact with someone)
(So I am now planning that she loses her balance and falls onto the ground, unconscious)
(Wow, I missed quite a bit.)
Kenzie scanned the shelves of books, looking for something new. Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Romance, anything would be nice at this point! She felt like she had read anything and everything worth reading. Finally, after almost a half an hour, she decided to reread one of her favorites, The Goose Girl. She found an empty space and sat down, cracking the book open.
"It really did. I kind of hate John Green for that." Axel answered softly, already getting flustered around this girl for no apparent reason. I mean, she's pretty. . . "What's your name?"
Hazel squirmed slightly, not used to the attention. She nodded in agreement with Axel's statement.
"It's Hazel," she replied quietly.
Kathy groaned at the blank document staring at her. She had no ideas, absolutely zero. She left the last book on a cliffhanger, thus should be easy!
Timothy's vision turned red and she grasped the nearest bookshelf, holding on as if it was a lifeline. She leaned onto her cane as hard as she could, breathing rapidly, until everything went black and she fell to the ground. Perhaps she had strained herself too much.
Hazel squirmed slightly, not used to the attention. She nodded in agreement with Axel's statement.
"It's Hazel," she replied quietly.
"Like Hazel in The Fault In Our Stars." He answered, grinning brightly. "I'm Axel."
"Um, yeah," she said, giving a small laugh. "Nice to meet you."
(I WALKED RIGHT INTO THAT AAAAAAAAAAAAAA)
( Lmao. Ikr xD )
Hazel squirmed slightly, not used to the attention. She nodded in agreement with Axel's statement.
"It's Hazel," she replied quietly."Like Hazel in The Fault In Our Stars." He answered, grinning brightly. "I'm Axel."
(Awww)
"Um, yeah," she said, giving a small laugh. "Nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too," Axel answered, blushing faintly as they girl laughed. He moved towards the cart he was pushing around, limping slightly as he walked. Moving it back towards Hazel, he motioned towards the novels. "Uh, here are a few new books if you want to take a look at them."
(This is ship-worthy, but they've known each other for like, five minutes)
( Ikr. Five minutes of talking about books xD )
The entire bookshelf came crashing down with Timothy on top of it, chin bleeding and eyes shut, almost looking dead.
(The ship is real.)
(aaaaaaa lol ship it if you wanna? ALSO OMG MY MUSIC STARTS PLAYING A SONG CALLED TRUE LOVE, AHAHA)
( Ikr. Five minutes of talking about books xD )
(books can do magical things)
( Oof, someone needs to help Timothy rn.)
(Wait, give me a sec. Axel is a nurse in training and is gonna hear it)
Hazel stood after marking her place and began looking through the several books. Then there was a loud crash.
"What was that…?" she wondered out loud.
Axel spun around, deciding to move towards the noise. Some book stands crashed down, but not entire bookshelves. He tried to move faster, but it was hard since his prosthetic caused him to limp with every step. He noticed a girl under the bookshelf and moved faster, almost breaking into a half-hopping, run. "Someone called 911 and help me get this off of her!" Axel called out, kneeling down next to the fallen shelf.