It was almost midnight, the cold summer breeze passed through the young girl's open window, making the soft blue curtains sway. Autumn lay awake in her bed, thinking about the things that had transpired during the day, she didn't sign up to be a part of the festival committee, in fact, she didn't sign up to be Avalon Institute's historian, It was all thanks to her lovely childhood friend, Anne Collins, whose unworldly beauty made it impossible for her, or for anyone else really, to refuse her. The young girl sighed, she was tired, so damn tired, she had to run around the university all week to document the events, every single day, and today was the most draining, it was as if she had her life blood sucked out of her by a vampire, and to be honest, she felt like it really was, by that senior, by her, having to roam around the university was bad enough, but she also had to interact with people, which was in her opinion, the worst, and out of all the people to fetch in that god forsaken university, why did it have to be her? out of all the people to interact with, why did it have to be Candice Lang. The great Candice Lang, who turns heads everywhere she goes, whose skills and talents are unrivaled, whose presence can light up the mood just by being in the vicinity, whose eyes are as bright as the radiant sun, Candice Lang and her smile, her damned smile that could make just about anyone fall head over heels for her, bound to her, enslaved by her fatal charms. Autumn sat up, sleep wasn't coming anytime soon for her, not when her brain is flooded with the thought of her, that moment kept replaying on her mind like a broken record, every time she tried to fall asleep, all she could see was Candice's angelic face, smiling down at her, reciting that beautiful line from Romeo and Juliet, her favorite play, suddenly holding her with those soft, candle-like, fingers that fit the spaces between hers perfectly, kneeling, professing her love as easily as someone would say hello. It annoyed her, she had no time for Candice's silly games, she no time to deal with the older girl's childish whims. The fact that Candice has probably said those words to countless others annoyed her too, but what annoyed her the most was the fact that it affected her, she hated how Candice's words made her feel, the way her heart raced, the way her face reddened at the sight of her, the way Candice makes the butterflies in her stomach antsy, amounting to a frenzy, how she wanted to just say yes, to accept that stupid proposal, to be Candice's, and in turn, for the senior to be hers, she hated that feeling, she hated it a lot. She'd rather die than to be a pawn in Candice's dangerous games, she'd rather die than admit that she was attracted to the senior. She got out of bed, she needed some fresh air, all this stress is getting on her nerves. Autumn took the coat she had thrown on her laundry chair and walked towards the door, she picked up her keys, locked the door, and went outside. It was ten minutes past midnight, the cool land breeze rose from the gray cement paved road, sending chills on the young girl's spine. It was a quiet night, well, as quiet as a night in Avalon can get at least. The crescent moon hung high above the star speckled sky, illuminating the world with its silvery glow, Autumn trudged forward, the late night air brushing against her skin. "I should've worn a thicker coat.." muttered the shivering girl. The flickering lights of the broken lampost, gave her a theatric feeling. It was like a scene from a drama, the heroine walks alone on the empty streets, staring upwards at the night sky painted in the dark hues of the evening, the stars twinkling in myriads, as if caught in an eternal slow dance, she paces around, her eyes lost in the beauty of the infinite stars. She looks upwards again, but this time, admiring the luminescent moon, formed into a graceful crescent, the centerpiece of the stellar canvas, illuminating the earth with its silvery glow. Her small legs took her to the neighborhood playground, the heroine sat on a swing set, basking in the pale moonlight, enjoying the tranquility of the still night. She closed her eyes as she swung back and forth, the old swing set creaked from the rusted hinges, the midnight breeze rustled against the yellowing maple leaves, sounds of chirping crickets could be heard faintly from the distance. The heroine smiled, the odd combination of sounds created quite a magnificent symphony, the cold summer breeze brushed against her hair, making it move as if it were waves on an ocean of coffee. She relished the moment until she heard a rumbling noise coming from her stomach, sending the heroine spiraling back into the bleak reality, cutting her reverie short. It was almost thirty minutes past midnight, and our heroine, Autumn Jones, was starving. She pushed through the glass door of a convenience store, looking for something to fill her growling stomach. She scanned through the wide selection of goods, there was a lot to choose from. They had chips, bread, boxed lunches, and many more. In the end, she decided to go with something that would fit her budget, she went with two pieces of triangular rice balls and a packet of strawberry milk. She took the items and proceeded to line up to the counter. Bored and hungry, Autumn decided to look around as she lined up to buy her stuff, her gaze shifted towards the glass door, a girl wearing an oversized hoodie and sweat pants entered the store, her face covered by strands of messy jet black hair. Autumn's gaze followed the girl, she went to the refridgerator and took five bottles of coffee, she then went to the chips section and tried to take four huge bags of potato chips, seeing how all those couldn't fit on her hands, she placed the bottles of coffee inside the pouch of her hoodie and hugged the bags of chips. Autumn couldn't help but smile, the girl looked so ridiculous carrying so many things at once, she could've just added some more stuff as she got to the counter. The girl lined up behind her, clutching her chips like a hamster clutching sunflower seeds. Autumn got a closer look of the girl, beneath those ruffled strands of black hair, was the face of a goddess. The girl wasn't wearing any make-up, not that she needed any, she was seriously pretty, her hair covered most of her face but Autumn could still tell just how pretty she was. Her eyes were so brown they looked black in the absence of light, it startled Autumn, the way her common brown eyes could hold so much beauty inside them, if Autumn were to look into them any longer she might just spontaneously combust. "She must be a vampire," Autumn thought, "A vampire who pulls all-nighters playing videogames on a pc bang judging by her attire and the bottles of coffee." The girl met Autumn's gaze, their eyes lingered for a bit, the girl cocked her head sideways, knitting her eyebrows, as if trying to remember something. "Hello! How may I help you maam?" Asked the cashier. "Uh! Yes, here you go!" Replied the startled Autumn, immediately averting her gaze, spilling the contents of her hands on the counter. The cashier scanned the items and placed them in a bag, "That would be $10 maam." "Okay, just a sec." Autumn reached for her wallet in her back pocket but it wasn't there, she looked for it on her side pockets too, it wasn't there either, she also checked the pockets of her coat, still no wallet.
Then it dawned on her, she forgot to take her wallet with her, she only grabbed the keys and left! She gave herself an mental facepalm and took a deep hard sigh. "I'm so sorry, I left my wallet at home, I'll go and take it, I'll just comeback for these, I'm really sorry for the inconvenience." Autumn bowed to the cashier as an act of apology, she was about to leave when a soft, alluring voice spoke from behind her, "I'll pay for her stuff."