Why Is It So Hard? Chapter 3 (SebaCiel)

(Sebastian’s POV)

“Ron! Where are you supposed to meet?”

“At the mall! Lizzie also asked for me to wait for her!” He replied gleefully.

“If you’re supposed to wait for her, then why are we in a hurry?”

“I don’t want to be late! You don’t know her as much as I do, but every time we are supposed to meet, she leaves her house nearly at the very last moment and then she runs to the place where we are meeting. She says that a lady always has to come a little late to have a good entry! And...” Ron blushed “I enjoy spotting her in the crowd, running with a smile on her face, knowing that I’m the person she hurries to see!”

I never knew that Ron could talk so much.

We stopped in front of a bookshop. I had to restrain myself from running inside and buying something. Personally, I reading is one of my favorite activities. I enjoy classics, such as Shakespeare or Tolkien, but I’m also familiar with newer series, such as Harry Potter. 

“There she is!” Ron broke my train of thought by pointing towards the crowd.

There I could see a tiny blond haired figure in a pink dress accompanied by another female dressed in black. Lizzie stopped abruptly and pulled something from a bag hanging from her shoulder. It must have been a comb, because she pulled that object though her hair. Then she slowed down and approached us. Once she was giving Ronald a kiss on the cheek, I threw a glance at her companion. The other girl was very pretty. She was around five feet tall and had short blue-black hair that covered her face. I stopped staring at her when I shook Lizzie’s hand gently.

Lizzie said something, but I didn’t hear her. I found myself captivated by the tiny creature in front of me. I was hardly ever impressed by any of the female kind, but I believe it was the first time that I could call a girl “beautiful.” There was no other word to describe her.

“...Heard a lot about you” Ronald’s words somehow brought me back to reality.

I looked at the girl and Ronald. They were shaking hands. Then, I took her hand, in attempt to greet her.

“Good day, young lady.” She seemed tense, but I still couldn’t see her face.

Lizzie giggled: “You’re not the first one Sebastian; Ciel often gets mistaken for a girl!”

I was dumbfounded.

She, erm, HE was a BOY?! Wait. Didn’t I just call him beautiful? I called a boy beautiful? No, that is impossible! I couldn't have! I’m straight! I’m 100% straight!

“That’s true. I’m a boy. My name is Ciel Phantomhive.”

...OK, maybe I’m not.