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Chapter Six: Bubblegum and Butterflies by Lynette Ferreira


The air in the library was heavy with the scent of books and the faint hum of the air conditioning. Charlize sat at their usual table. Her cast covered arm rested awkwardly on the edge of the desk, while her hand hovered uselessly over the page. Her frustration simmered beneath the surface, and it was threatening to boil over.

Daniel was late. Again.

She tapped her fingers against her open notebook. The rhythmic sound was echoing in the quiet space. Just as she was about to text her mom and call it a day, Daniel sauntered in with the faint smell of pine soap and asphalt following him.

His skateboard was tucked under one arm, and earbuds were dangling from his neck. He dropped into the chair across from her.

“You’re late,” Charlize snapped. Her voice was sharper than she had intended it to be.

“Relax, princess,” he drawled as he leaned back in his chair. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Her glare was enough to make him sit up straighter. “I need your help,” she admitted grudgingly and felt her cheeks burn with the thought of being vulnerable in front of him. “I can’t figure out how to organise my notes for the essay on Cry, the Beloved Country. My arm makes it impossible to hold a pen long enough.”

Daniel raised an eyebrow as a flicker of genuine interest crossed his face. “Let me see what you’ve got.”

Charlize pushed the notebook across the table.

Daniel’s dark eyes scanned the messy bullet points she had managed to scribble on the paper. He tapped his index finger on the page. “You’re overcomplicating it. Keep the points simple and focus on the themes of the story, like injustice and redemption.”

Charlize sighed. “That’s easy for you to say.”

“No,” Daniel said, his voice softening. “It’s easy for me to help.”

For a moment she stared at him and her annoyance gave way to something she could not quite name. She watched as he bent over the notebook. His pen moved quickly as he jotted down clear, concise notes. As before, she thought that his handwriting was surprisingly neat, and each letter was carefully formed.

“There,” he said and slid the notebook back. “That should make it easier.”

Charlize glanced at the page and her frustration ebbed slightly as she read his work. “Thanks,” she murmured.

Daniel leaned back and a satisfied smirk was tugging at his lips. “Told you I’m not completely useless.”

She rolled her eyes but did not bother to retort. Instead, she reached for her phone to distract herself from the strange feeling that was spreading in her chest. As she adjusted it on the table, her finger brushed the screen, and a familiar melody drifted from her earphones. The soft strumming of an acoustic guitar filled the air. It was her favourite song, playing by accident, and yet it felt as if it was somehow fated.

“Is that City and Colour?” Daniel asked.

Charlize blinked and was caught off guard. “Yeah,” she stammered. “You know them?”

Daniel shrugged, but his expression betrayed him as he looked her in the eyes. “Their stuff’s not bad. That one’s ‘The Girl’, right?”

A small smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She could not help it, really. “Yeah. It’s my favourite.”

For a brief moment it was as if the ever-present simmering tension between them dissolved. Daniel leaned forward and propped his elbows on the table. “They’ve got this raw honesty, you know? Like they’re not trying too hard. Just… real.”

Charlize nodded. She was surprised by how much his words resonated with her own feelings about the music. “Exactly.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a lopsided grin. “Maybe you’re not as basic as I thought.”

She rolled her eyes. “And maybe you’re not as insufferable as I thought.”

The words hung between them and for a moment Charlize thought that the hostility between them might be fading but then Daniel leaned back again, the smirk slipping into something more guarded.

“Don’t get to used to this, princess,” he said. His voiced was laced with faux bravado. “I’m still me.”

Charlize felt her walls snap back into place. The brief connection between them slipped away like sand through her fingers. “And I’m still me,” she replied coolly, pulling her notebook closer.

The fragile truce between them was fading but Charlize could not erase Daniel’s lopsided grin or the way his words had felt unexpectedly genuine from her mind.








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