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It was unusually cold for March, Felicity noted with a grimace, unable to feel her fingers for the third time that day. Her smothering topaz eyes peered down at her trembling hand, brow furrowing over them when she realized her fingers were not going to move for even a million dollars. They were frozen stiff and not in a very comfortable position at that.

An irritable grunt escaped the back of the redhead's throat, pulling her hand down to her side and beginning to walk again. She'd stopped in the park on her way to work in order to get a little sketching done, only to find that her fingers wouldn't grasp around the flap of her gray messenger bag. She was forced to abandon that idea and try to flex her hands without much success.

Just as Felicity was about to exit the park, angry thoughts running through her mind and wishing she could clench her fists, someone called her name. Ignoring it seemed like the best thing to do considering she needed the warmth of a building's heater, but the voice did not shut up. And, unfortunately, it was a sickeningly familiar voice that Felicity had grown to despise. Frustratedly, the tall girl turned around sharply on her heel and scowled in the voice's direction. Standing only three yards away from her was a boy taller than she, with tousled brown hair that seemed to have freshly dyed blond bangs and purple tips. He was interesting-looking fellow with the large amount of metal covering only one of his ears to the point that skin could barely be seen and the baggy, layered clothing he so proudly wore. His face was that of an angel, someone once said, not in the point that it was so beautiful (although, Felicity did have to admit he was rather handsome for such an annoying boy) but in the playful, naive look in his hazel/green eyes. But why did Felicity think of all this when she saw him?

"What do you want, Daniel?" she questioned in a bored tone, carefully crossing her arms across her chest. Great; now my arms are about fall off too, she thought with a grimace.

The older boy's smile didn't fade. "I just saw you walking by and wanted to say hi. You know, be polite," Daniel explained, pushing his blond bangs out of his eyes. It seemed that he hadn't noticed the fiery look in the redhead's eyes or the scowl on her full lips. He was perfectly content.

"You wouldn't have been rude or anything if you didn't try to be polite," Felicity grumbled. It was times like this that she wished she could move her fingers so she could poke him in the temple or something savage like that and then run off. Then again, she always wished she could move her fingers even when it was to poke this annoying boy.

"I would've felt bad though." Daniel's smile did not disappear, and it was driving the girl nuts. Why wouldn't he stop grinning like a moron? "Are you heading to work?"

Felicity bit down on her bottom lip to keep from saying something rude. She wanted him to stop smiling, not start crying if she said anything too rude. "Yes," she finally choked out. Her eyes had drifted down to her feet, impatiently tapping her foot. "In fact, I need to get going so I don't get yelled at for being late," she added quickly, beginning to turn around. Daniel's gloved hand stopped her.

"Do you mind if I walk with you? I was meaning to go by there today and since I'm so close and have someone to walk with, this would probably be the best time to go," he begged. The look in his sweet, innocent gaze could've made Felicity throw up. Did this boy honestly think she was nice enough to let him walk with her to work?

"No, I don't mind."

Apparently, she was a nice enough person to let him walk with her to work, and she hated herself for it. Sighing,the fuming redhead fully turned around with the wind hitting her face and making her red curls slapping at her face. She ignored the irritating displeasure of the wind and walking with Daniel, looking off to the side instead of at that angel face.

A sigh escaped Daniel's lips as well. "So, what have you been up to lately?" he questioned her quietly, his voice coaxingly sweet and gentle. If it hadn't been for her hatred for this boy, Felicity would've let a smile appear and she'd speak with kindness.

"Actually, I don't think that's much of your business," Felicity snapped, pulling her bangs behind her ear. Why did he care so much? And, more importantly, why did she care that he cared so much?

Daniel winced. "Oh, I'm sorry. I merely wanted to know how you were doing..."

"You could've just asked."

He nodded. "Yes, and I'm sorry I didn't."

It was silent for the next five minutes of walking, Felicity crossing her arms angrily over her chest with her gaze fixed on the ground while poor Daniel had his hands stuffed in his pockets. Near the end of their walk, the sound of whistling actually could be heard. When Felicity blinked and glanced around to find the source of the soft whistling, she realized it was her unwanted companion. For a moment, she thought it was beautiful, but then she remembered how much she hated Daniel and held her tongue as a comment of distaste appeared in her mind. She already made him close to tears once; why'd she want to do that again?

Ten minutes later, both were standing in front of one of the few Insayn Co. Clothing stores in the entire country. Hesitantly, Daniel stepped away from Felicity to go to the door. For a moment, Felicity thought he was being an insensitive jerk for once and was going inside without her. But, to her dismay, he was holding the door open for her like a proper gentleman. It was unlike most young men to do such a thing.

"Why're you doin' that?" Felicity raised a brow at him, one finally defrosted hand resting on her right hip. With a smile, Daniel replied,

"I'm being polite, of course."

That was all he said and it made Felicity want to jump him or something. Hadn't he ever heard of feminine rights? Women could open the door by themselves, thank you very much. The feisty redhead would've started counting off several famous (or rather, infamous) feminists if it hadn't been for the manager of the store, Jacob Greene. Felicity heard the young man's voice and shivered. It was so sharp and haunting.

"Get to work, Miss D'shae. You're already late enough as it is."

Nodding, Felicity ran inside the heated clothing store as quickly as her long legs would allow her. By the time she was clocked in and had all but her bottom layer of clothing removed, Daniel had already bought what he needed and was gone. She thought of this as a blessing. The manager, apparently, did not think so.

"What a nice guy...You know, he asked about a job here. He's real interested in getting work soon so he can pay off all those bills, so I think I'll hire him. He'll be great." Jacob rambled on and on about what a nice fellow Daniel always was when he came into the shop and how he'd set up a job interview for him. It disgusted Felicity to the point of illness. How on this green Earth would she be able to work with him? He was simply aggravating, if not sickening. Who was still that nice after the war? No one Felicity liked, for sure.

After the war, many hearts had hardened like stones and their manners disappeared. Politeness was no longer required or expected by society, seeing that so many either didn't care or didn't want to be polite. It was simply a waste of their short time in existence to merely hold the door open as Daniel had done, or to pull out a chair for someone so it was easier for them to sit down. As Felicity's mother always said, it was a "dog-eat-dog" world. And Felicity believed that and lived as everyone else did. That must've been why it was so difficult for her to accept the colorful-haired boy's way of living. He was so much different from everyone else.

Before she knew it, it was time to call it quits and walk home. Felicity dreaded walking home, mostly because it was always so much cooler after the sun set. It had taken nearly a full hour for her fingers, hands, and arms to defrost completely, which made her job of folding the new shipments of clothes very difficult. To her dismay, though, Daniel showed up unexpectedly to buy just one more thing. He caught Felicity's gaze before she could even head to the door and opened his mouth to speak.

"I can drive you home, if you'd like."

Of course, Felicity thought irritably. You're just being polite, aren't you? Just because the boy lived two streets down from her did not mean that he had to lug her around everywhere because he was polite. But, the redhead didn't want to spend another hour warming up again, so she hastily accepted the offer. When they were in the silver Saturn, Felicity inquired why he offered to drive her home. There must've been some ulterior motive.

Daniel grinned slightly and reached over to put the heater on.

"Oh, I'm just being polite, of course."

I'm sure it's quite obvious by the lack of journals on here that I am fairly new to LiveJournal. I originally created this account to put down stories and fanfics and such, but my plans might change a little from time to time. Like, right now, I'm just writing an introduction. It certainly doesn't fall under the category of stories or fanfics.

Anyways. As I already stated, expect something random from me every once in a while. Although, I doubt anyone will really start looking at this until I have stuff written and posted. But that's okay. For anyone slightly interested/curious in what I'm doing here, this is a good thing for you to read then, I suppose. It'll give a little insight, maybe?

I should have some sort of story or chapter or something written down here in the next month, I hope...I'm pretty lazy usually. >.<