A/N: Hey, all. Read this while you're listening to 'Kiss Me' by Sixpence None the Richer...damn fantastic song. XD Um, forgive me, Mrs. Kyla Turner. Heehee. Both kids are in their early twenties, I imagined. Enjoy (and review?)!

Cornelius Robinson collapsed on his bed after another tiring day in the laboratory. Glancing over to his dresser, he debated getting changed or falling alseep on the spot. He groaned, hauling himself back up; his mother would never forgive him if he creased another shirt as badly as he had the night before.

2 minutes later, he reached over to switch off his bedside table lamp, brushing his arm against a rather thick paperback book. Blinking in the poor light, he picked up the book and studied the front cover. Sighing, he put it back down, realising Franny must have planted it in his room, like all the others. She knew that Cornelius was likely to read any book under the sun if it was long enough, no matter what the subject matter. It was a new tactic to stuff her boyfriend full of romance, but Cornelius had gotten rather sick of the sappy, unrealistic novels she seemed to adore.

Glancing down the blurb, this new story went through the entire process of two farmhands in the 19th century falling in love. He rolled his eyes at the incredibly corny title of I Will Never Leave You. Knowing that Franny would never forgive him if he didn't know every detail in a couple of days, he yawned, blinked sleep from his sapphire blue eyes, and turned to Chapter One.

Franny hummed softly to the tune of Kiss Me as she fumbled with the keys to her apartment. After slamming the door, as usual, she dumped her things on the kitchen bench in her haste to get to the kettle for a cup of hot chocolate. Even though work at the university was tiring, Franny couldn't think of how her life could get any better. She had a job that suited her, no family issues, fantastic friends, a place to call her own, and an adorable (if unromantic) boyfriend. She grinned, wondering if he had returned her latest 'installment' yet. Cornelius had a key to the door, and usually just let himself in. Wandering over to the living room, she spotted the book on the coffee table next to a sizable cup stain and the remote control to her TV. Rolling her eyes, Franny picked up the novel and sifted through it for the usual sarcastic note that accompanied them. A piece of folded up, lined paper fell from the inside cover. Her eyes widened as she unfolded the heart-shaped note and deciphered the messy scrawl.

The book is great, but I like our own love story the best.

Franny beamed, carefully folding the note back up. Her strategy was working.