This is Unexpected...

Living only a block away from the local library certainly has its advantages. I can walk down there in five minutes. In fact, that’s what I had just done. I was just about to enter the library when I noticed a teenage girl, close to the same age as myself, about to enter as well. The pink eyes caused me to raise an eyebrow, as well as the two stiff braids that swept back up and away from that head of long (pink) hair, and the extremely pale, almost grayish skin tone had me wondering what was up with her, but not for very long. I was more interested in thinking about what I’d come there for. Absently, I held the door open for her, and thought nothing more about it.
As the door closed behind me, I hurried to the row of computers. There aren’t an enormous amount, only about twenty or so in the entire building, but it’s not a very big library. The main advantage is that it’s part of a library system that extends throughout the county.
Fortunately, though, there was one open, and I gratefully sat in the padded office chair in front of the screen. Almost without conscious thought, I entered my library card number and PIN number, logging on to the Internet. Yeah, the Internet. Although I have a computer at home, it doesn’t have online access, so I have to use the library’s computer system to check my e-mail and post fanfiction, among other things.
I was in the middle of one of those other things when I got tapped on the shoulder. "Yes?" I said, glancing up at whoever it was. It turned out to be the girl from before.
She spoke in a low voice, surprisingly low for a female. "Could I talk to you for a second?"
OK, this is odd. I’m not the type who others normally just walk up to to ask for a conversation. I mean, let’s face it. At five-foot seven, I’m just barely on the short side of average height. I have short brown hair that runs just slightly to greasy, though not so greasy as to be obvious to all around me. My eyes are a hazel-brown, with just a hint of green, though it’s hard to see that through my thick glasses. And when I say thick, I mean THICK. The thinnest point of the lenses is an eighth of an inch, and the thickest is three times that. It’s enough to give anyone else who tries them on a slight headache, no joke. What about my personality, you might ask? There’s not much to that, either. I’m not really all that outgoing, and my interests are simple, no matter what that one IQ test says. At any given point day or night, you can find me at one of five activities, from what I do most to least: sleeping, reading, using the computer (whether at home or at the library), eating, or watching a movie. So, now you probably see the reason I’m wondering why this girl is talking to me. I raised both eyebrows at her question.
"Can it wait a few minutes? I’ll be done in about half an hour." She sighed and folded her arms across her chest, then leaned against the desk. "Um, if you don’t mind, could you wait over there? I get kinda nervous when people stand right next to me, staring at me like that."
She gave a half-smile, one reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat, and sauntered over to one of the tables I indicated, which are there for anyone who wants to use them. Mainly, they get used for those wanting a quiet place to do their homework. As she was doing that, I could see some of the other patrons using the computers giving me funny looks. I frowned. ‘What’s up with them?’ Before I could continue the thought, they all shrugged and went back to whatever they were doing. I did the same, still puzzled, but not unduly worried.
A few replies on the current forum, a last checking of the several different games I play, one more e-mail check, then my time was up, and I rose from the chair to leave. I gestured for the girl, who still had that half-smile on her lips, to follow, again holding the door open for her; I glanced up to make sure it wasn’t raining. Thank heavens, no clouds!
Back to Earth. "OK, now, what the heck is going on? And just who are you, anyway?"
"My name is Jinx." Wait a second…Jinx? That sparked a memory, a memory of a TV show I used to watch, before it was cancelled. The funny thing was, it was a cartoon. Yeah, I know it sounds silly. A nearly grown man watching cartoons? But I never got the chance to watch many of them as a kid, so I figured it was only my due. And it’s not like I watch many of them! Anyway, the show was called Teen Titans, and it was about a team of teenage superheroes. And, like most superheroes, they had villains in plenty to fight. Of those villains, Jinx was part of a super villain team called the HIVE, the leader in fact—until she defected, anyway.
And I wondered. Could this really be her? After all, I’ve read about other people being visited by supposedly fictional characters (I’m thinking of you and Darth Vader, Kenya Starflight, among other people), so it isn’t entirely impossible. But to make absolutely certain, I asked. "Would that be Jinx, as in one of the original members of the HIVE?"
A small nod was my answer.
"So, what exactly do you want with me?"
But before she could reply, someone passing by on their way to the library gave me a strange look. "Who are you talking to?" Oh, so that’s how it was gonna be? Just like Kenya’s visitors, not everyone was able to see her. Only true fans. I shrugged and brushed off the question with a comment. "Just talking out loud to myself. I’m weird like that."
"Whatever." And the guy walked on, leaving me to return my attention to Jinx. "Well? What do you want?"
Her answer was a little disconcerting. "I need a place to stay. The Titans have been hunting for me, and lately they have stepped up their search."
That’s just great. She hadn’t reached the point where she defected yet, meaning if I refused, I could get hexed. At least there was this small truth that might make her go away… "I should warn you, the house I live in isn’t very large. It would get a bit crowded with you, me, my parents, and the dog."
She shrugged, as if that didn’t matter to her. I guess she was truly was desperate, but didn’t want to show it. "Ok, but no friends. We only have one guest bedroom."
Again she shrugged. Not feeling very talkative anymore, I guessed. And since I wasn’t either, that suited me just fine. We were silent the rest of the way home.