[Caitlyn Glover]

Caitlyn getting a day off was as rare as the temperature dropping down to 90°, but here Caitlyn found herself with a day off, yet the sun was still scorching the land with a fiery passion. It was such a rare occurrence that she had no clue what there was to do. The only time she was outside was when she was walking the streets at night, and she certainly wasn’t doing that for fun. The park had once been a fun place to go, but then it got hotter than hell. There were tons of places that had once been fun, but now were obsolete and useless. The sun had killed everything; the once perfect Sunshine State was a hell hole, a place no person would ever want to travel to. It was funny to see what had once been the biggest tourist attraction in the whole world reduced to a half drowned town in the middle of a wet desert. Things had changed so much in 24 years, and Caitlyn knew that all to well.

With nothing to do for the whole day, since she only had the day off, not the night, Caitlyn ducked into the library. Her night job was the one that brought in the real money, as much as she would like to take a night off from that job, she knew she couldn’t, not yet, they were in just to bad of a financial state. Caitlyn didn’t like her night job at all, but sometimes you just don’t have a choice. When the water rose, people had no choice but to move up; when her father went to jail, she had no choice but to get a job. She didn’t care what people thought, those people only thought that because they were idiots who had never had to work a day in their lives. They don’t know what it feels like to have to work for your food, to be homeless because you can’t pay the rent for your one room apartment in a hotel. Caitlyn knew all of this, and she knew that money was money, and that it didn’t matter what you did to earn it, the only thing that matters is that you earn it.

She shuffled past the few people in the humid library and made her way to the back, keeping her dark grey hoodie up, her dirty blonde waves covered. Cait stood in the music section, her bright blue eyes scanning over the titles, occasionally looking for a book that could prove promising. She knew a lot, but there were still so many things to learn. The smell of the damp murky books made it to her nose and she smiled, remembering better times. There had been a time when she had loved the library and practically lived in it, but that was before her father went to jail, when she had time to do things other than work. She wore a thread bare white t shirt underneath her hoodie that was zipped up all the way. Fashion didn’t matter anymore; things were more about keeping yourself protected from the sun, which was why most of the clothing was made out a special light weight fabric. It protected your skin without making you to hot. She wore destroyed light blue jeans with rips everywhere, her black lace underwear showing perfectly from some rips. Her clothing was loose and common, something anyone would where. They showed no inclination of what one of her jobs was, but it didn’t matter, everyone already knew.

Caitlyn’s family had a terrible reputation, but Caitlyn didn’t bother to care. It wasn’t her fault, but of course she certainly didn’t help. She was the girl everyone’s father was probably sleeping with, the girl who walked the streets and gave the lonely men of Orlando pleasure. Cait didn’t care, she was herself and she did what she did and there was no denying it.

She sighed as she looked down at the giant pile of books in her lightly scared skin. It was barely 1 o’clock and she had the whole afternoon to kill in the moist library. Shrugging it off, she walked over to a lonely table away from everyone else and sat down, taking the first book from her tall stack and opening it to the first page, getting ready to get lost in a world that wasn’t burning in the sun.

[Caleb Hayes]

It was days like this when Caleb almost understood why his mother planned her own death early. It seemed like the eighteen year old had been sitting here for an eternity, not even a book to shelf in over three hours. No one rushing in to finish a late project, no one sifting through the youth section... No one. Not even a fellow Librarian-slave to suffer with- this was one of those days of the week that no one ventured to the library be default, so only one person needed to be here just in case, I dunno, the end of the world. Caleb, ever the over-achiever, took as many shifts as he could. As long as they didn't run into his Saturday fun. This meant that he usually left to work right from school, not coming home until closing time, eight, nine. Sometimes, he'd cut his six hour, forth hour, all day, just to get some over-over time. It's not that he liked working, he just liked knowing that he'd be able to eat more than four meals a day the following week. And it's not like anyone else in the family was working as of yet.

Oh, stop complaining. Caleb scowled as he started scribbling odd words on a scrap of paper in front of him. He drew the alphabet in thin, shaky letters, Imagining a tall girl with a diametre of maybe three centemetres, crossing her long, thin arms over her protruding ribs. Oh, if only he could draw. He wrote 'Anorexia' in the same font instead, hoping maybe other people would be able to see the comparison. Probably not, he always did things rather... vaguely. He leaned back on the slightly-padded swivel chair, blowing the dark hair out of his eyes as he spun around, around... Oh, he was bored. That was when... oh, my, someone walked in. And another, and another. The place wasn't exactly packed, but there were, what, three people there. Three people that might just need his help, as his employer put it. yeah, yeah, yeah... He got up and jammed one hand in the pockets of his shorts, the other idly toying with the name tag he hated wearing. CALEB. Orlando Local Library. it was almost as if they were claiming ownership. This book is property of. This ancient CD, this Encyclopedia, this DVD. This probably-gay male. Please return in a timely manner. Hope you enjoy.

Caleb needed to stop thinking of things like that. Of... of his Saturday problem, that's what he'd started calling it. Which is a rather misleading name, considering the fact that Saturday was really the only day he didn't think of it as a 'problem.' The rest of the week was spent feeling sorry for his confused self, But once he got the chance to roll into bed with that kid he was all for whatever sexuality he ended up being. As long as it wasn't straight. Quite the converse of what he thought normally. Not straight, but... His gaze stopped as he noticed a certain female in the 'music' section. No, but not gay. At least, not today, he wasn't. Even in her rather plain clothes, the older woman looked... wow. Why was Caleb always falling for the older people? At least I'm not going after an old man, He thought in comfort as he began walking towards her, using the perfect 'do you need any help?' conversation starter when... When, well, she picked out a book and walked away with it. Smooth, Caleb.

Caleb wasn't normally a flirt, but Caleb was hardly 'Caleb' anymore. The past few months have drastically altered his... his very being, really. He wasn't the same, but it's not like he had many friends to pay attention to these changes. Sure, Kain had been there the entire way, but it's not like he knew past-Caleb to compare... Kain. Just the thought of him brought an odd feeling into Caleb's stomach... guilt. Guilt for what? For... For looking at another person, a woman? Caleb scowled at himself; the moment the idea was in his head he knew it was true. It's not like they were dating. It's not like they were anything but... but... Playing around. And Caleb felt guilty for thinking about someone else. He'd gone off the deep end with this one, that was pretty obvious. He tried to push the thoughts away, grabbed a stack of books someone had left at his desk as if that's all they needed to do in order to turn them in. Well, it's not his fault if he doesn't check the books in and the unfortunate souls get a hefty late fee, now, is it? A two hundred dollar fine might just boost his pay. And you'd think that They'd just make you buy the books after so long.

Using one hand to push his hair out of his eyes once more, Caleb breezed through a few books, shelving them in about the right place... When he saw her again. Hiding behind a stack of books, starting to read... well, that's it, he thought to himself. there goes any chance of me talking to her. He needed to keep thinking about it because it was making him feel guilty for 'cheating' on someone he wasn't going out with, and maybe, maybe... If he kept on thinking about her, the feelings would go away. Oddly enough, it was sort of working. Slowly but Surely. He took a quick glance at the numbers on the spine of the last few books telling him where they needed to go, realizing with a sort of shock that yeah, they belonged right behind... Her. If Caleb was religious, he would have thanked the lord for this opportunity. As it was, he just gave a grim little smile and walked over, uttering a polite "Excuse me," Before sliding his skinny hips between the bookshelf and her chair, placing the books where they needed. He backed up, and... bumped right into her. Just as half-planned.

Caleb jumped forward in a sort of authentic surprise, turning around with a soft gasp. "Shi- I. Oops. I'm... uhm, I'm sorry." Way to fucking stutter, Caleb. Being cute and innocent wasn't part of the plan.

[Caitlyn Glover]

Caitlyn had been so lost in her book she hadn’t even noticed the younger boy. She was so engaged in what the book was telling her, even though it was just talking about chords and things that she already knew, Cait was paying extra attention. She needed to know every little thing if she wanted to get out of this place and become famous. Caitlyn had long since learned that dreams didn’t always come true, but she had also learned that was because people never tried at them. She was trying, trying to be the best so that one day when her skills had to be challenged she would make it. Her dreams were the only thing keeping her from falling into the wet depression of it all. She needed them for her very life.

When he bumped into her, she was brought out of the book at back into the damp humid library, a soft sigh escaping her lips. What did this kid need? Why was he stammering? She turned around softly and looked at him, her expression puzzled and confused. Was he nervous, or did he have a stutter? Or was it the classic thing that always happened to Caitlyn? People would always stutter around her, because they were afraid that something they said would offend her or would refer to her job or they just didn’t want to be seen speaking to her. She was a natural at dealing with situations like this. Caitlyn was a bit of a sadist, you see, so when she saw them all scared like that, she only wanted to make them even more uncomfortable. It was there fault they were even like that in the first place. People just didn’t understand that she was a human just like them too.

With a glitter in her eyes, Caitlyn simply smiled at him, turning her body to the side and getting a better look at him. He was a good couple years younger than her, cute, with this adorable baby look about him. She hadn’t seen him before, of course, the only people that Caitlyn knew were some of the regulars at the diner she worked at and her customers. She didn’t recognize this kid at all, and she was happy at that small fact. It meant that maybe he had never seen her or didn’t know about her. There was a small chance that he didn’t know who she was and hadn’t heard of her, even though that was pretty slim. Everyone in Orlando knew of her family’s infamous reputation. They all gave her the same look, but Caitlyn had stopped caring about that long ago. It was always fun to talk to someone who didn’t know who she was, but everyone did. But maybe, just maybe she could start again with this kid.

Curling her lips into a breath taking smile, she looked straight at him with a piercing stare and said, “Its ok,” her voice oozing with lust. She liked to toy with people, and that was probably why she was so successful at her job. Moving her hands up to her grey hoodie, she took it off, showing her long dirty blonde curls, and leaned forward a bit against the back of the chair. She had hours to kill, maybe she could have fun with this kid.

[Caleb Hayes]

Wow.

That was really all that crossed Caleb's mind as she turned to face him- and it was hardly a whoa, she's gorgeous 'wow.' It was more... my, don't she look irritated. He felt sort of guilty for interrupting her, now... She looked sort of confused, like she had no idea what he wanted. He just wanted to shelve these books... He just wanted to start a conversation. What was so wrong with that? Caleb felt the sudden need to be back behind the safety of his desk, playing with the golf ball that was always randomly sitting by the computer... What was he doing here? Talking to some girl just like that. He wasn't a flirt. He probably wasn't even into girls. But he was into this one. Quite a bit. And it made him angry that the simple fact made him feel guilty. So maybe... maybe... He'd stay around and try to talk to her. But only if she took off that almost nasty expression, it was making him feel uncomfortable.

But then, Oh, then... Then she smiled at him. She turned to face him, probably to get a better look at her intruder, and that was when the spark of familiarity hit Caleb. He'd seen her before... In the face. Maybe not her... Maybe, her. Maybe she had sisters, maybe she'd just recently graduated. Maybe. Maybe. If only he knew where he knew her from... Maybe it was best that he didn't. Even if he did know who she was, what she did to put food on the table... He really wouldn't have held her any lower. If anything, he'd have a greater respect for her- he knew how it felt to support your family at an age when you should be without a care. He just never had to resort to methods so desperate.

She stared at him for a few moments before letting out a curiously lustful “Its ok.” He held on to the tone of her voice for as long as possible, letting the words repeat in his head for as long as they could without it seeming weird... This was about the time she peeled the cloth from her curls, revealing the dirty blonde beneath, leaning against the back of the chair. Again, again... Wow. Caleb felt himself licking his bottom lip, slightly-chapped as always. And then, and then... Quickly, he bent over and to the side, letting himself sneeze once, twice, three times. He always sneezed in threes... At least there wasn't any snot or something sick in his hands when he finished. He straightened up, only to slouch his shoulders slightly and scratch the back of his head. "Sorry," he offered, though to what, he didn't really know. Maybe the sneezing. In a sad attempt to start conversation, he looked over at the cover of a book on the table, reading it as if he hadn't just watched her pick it off of the shelf. "Into music, I see?" He asked, like a human sacrifice to a fictitious god. Yeah, that hopeless. [b]"You play anything?"[/]

I'm sorry. this was short, but I have had absolutely no motivation for anything the past few days.