Authors Note: I don't ANY characters I use below. It takes place in the fifth book, thank you, please. (XD)

("Duncan." Violet whispered, remaining in the corner. She could feel her eyes glaze over, and it was not from lack of sleep; it was from tears. Her eyelids shut tightly as tears fought their way through her onyx eyelashes. She hugged her chest and walked towards him, tears streaking down her pale face. She placed her hand delicately on his shoulder, and pulled him towards her.)

Duncan turned to face Violet, his wide eyes blinking as to conceal the tears, a word here which means, "to make it look like he wasn't crying". He whipped at his eyes with his sleeve, but Violet did not miss the sad expression on his face, the one that was parallel to her own, a phrase here that means, "Violet was feeling upset as well".

"I'm s-so s-sorry!" He cried softly. Violet pulled him towards her and embraced him, wrapping her arms around his back, holding him close. He fit his head between her shoulder and her head, and held her as well. His arms wrapped around her thin waist, pulling her closer.

"It's okay, Duncan." She whispered sincerely, rocking him gently back and forth, occasionally wiping away her tears. She didn't know what to say to him, but telling him that it was okay seemed like the right thing to do at the moment.

Violet had never felt such a sensation of happiness, guilt, and confusion all at once. Her head raced with the image of Duncan kissing her, the way he made her feel happy despite the series of unfortunate events that followed her and her siblings everywhere they went every time he was near, the way his lips felt warm against her lips.

She'd had enough. She couldn't stand withholding her feelings any longer. Violet pulled Duncan from around her, and as he starred in disbelief, Violet lunged forward, it seemed, and planted her lips square on his. And as Duncan closed his eyes and kissed back, wrapping his arms around her waist again, Violet felt a type of feeling she never thought she'd ever feel.

Love. Not the kind of love she had for her parents or her siblings, but the kind of love that made you daydream, and the kind of love that made you write poetry, and the kind that made you smile for no reason.

The kiss seemed to last for so long, Violet thought that it was the next morning, but the truth was that they had only been in the library for several minutes. When they stopped kissing, Violet looked Duncan in the eyes and smiled. "I like you a lot, Duncan." She said.

"Well, I don't like you." He said. Violet looked crestfallen, a word here which means, "confused as to why he didn't like her."

"You don't like me?" Violet asked.

"No." He said, starring at her. He pecked her on the lips. "I love you."

Violet smiled wide and kissed him on the cheek. She grabbed his left hand and held it tightly, squeezing it four times, as if to say, "I love you too."

They walked out of the library and down the hall. They walked into the brisk night air, smiles on both of their faces, both a mile wide, a phrase that didn't mean that their smiles spread a mile off their faces, but it meant they were both excessively happy.

Duncan stopped in front of the Orphan's Shack. "No one can know how we feel about each other, Violet." Solemnly, Violet nodded.

"Alright." She said, and squeezed his hand before letting it go and opening the door of the Orphan's Shack, seeing, Klaus arrange his glasses on his face and Isadora flattening her hair.

Violet and Duncan looked at each other but said nothing. Isadora looked out of breath.

"Did you get your notebook?" Isadora asked, huffing.

"Yes, did you find it alright?" Klaus added.

Duncan reached in his back pocket and pulled it out, waving it like a ticket to a movie. "Got it." He smiled, and winked at Violet quickly, taking a seat next to his sister on the hay.


So, did you guys like it? I really hope so! But, look out for Part Two, and see what happened between Isadora and Klaus, if anything at all! ;) Jess