Young Writers Society

"They possess the Puzzle-Piece Effect." She mumbles, her eyes following the direction of the couple walking past us. The girl had untamed red hair, with freckles sprinkling her pale skin everywhere; much like the skin of the beautiful girl beside me. The boy, however, had Asian eyes, and honey-gold skin. It was as if a little girl had picked a porcelain doll and paired it up with a cheap, plastic Japanese/Korean/Chinese doll, because Barbies are too expensive.

My thoughts run back to her statement, and I ask, "The Puzzle-Piece Effect?" Her head snaps up, and her dark hair bounces, becoming even messier, as it stays uncombed throughout the day. But she is beautiful still, nonetheless. She slowly smiled, amusing herself with my stupidity. "You seriously don't know the puzzle piece effect?" She giggles, and I shake my head with a chuckle.

She lets out an airy laugh, and for a moment, I feel offended, only to laugh together with her the second after. Her laugh is infectious and I can't help admiring her beauty up close. Her hair bounces back, and so does her head, lighting up various freackles splattered on her cheeks, with her very laugh mimicking bells ringing.

She recovers, and looks me in the eye, with a simpering grin gracing her chapped lips. "It's when He has something She doesn't , and She has something that He can't match. And so, their unlike perks and weaknesses go on, proving that though they have differences, those differences are the ones that say they truly complete each other. It's the usual 'Opposites Attract' plot."

I sat there in complete awe, as the girl with the dark wild hair and translucent eyes and porcelain like skin and freckle-splattered cheeks --oh, how I wish I could go on all day!-- proved to me things I haven't even noticed in the world. It made me feel as if I was a caveman-- as if I've been living under a rock. How come I never noticed this? How come I never knew? I thought to myself, feeling idiocy by the second.

Without knowing what else to say, I asked, "Who's He and She?" She lets out a laugh once again, and stands up. I follow her lead, as if she was going to drift away into the heavens --being the angel that she is. Methaporically, of course-- and leave me here. She faces me, and puts her arms around my neck. Warm, as I expected, despite her ghastly pale complexion. "Just common little motherfuggers who don't know how to choose appropriate partners," She beamed brightly at me.

I grinned, getting a poke on a certain spot on my lower cheek, where my -- "Dimple," she mumbled, -- would be. I held her hand against my face with my right hand, my palm tingling, setting my left aroung her waist, pulling her closer to me.

"You, my lady, are an exquisite creature of observance that humans should be incapable of and an endless trail of curiousity on your path."

"You, my good sir, are a beautifully awkward specimen that walks the Earth with perfect abnormalities that makes me feel as if I'm incomplete."

"We are actually like a puzzle, aren't we?"

"Difficult to understand; Different, but we, utterly, complete each other."