This is my new story about AnnxCliff, or "Clann" :D
I hope you all enjoy it. This is my second story so far. My first got NO reviews or views...:'( It was about Sabrina and Shea from IOH.
Soooo....here's a story about Ann and Cliff from MFOMT. Enjoy and please review! Thanks! (BTW...This is mostly narrated from Cliff's POV) Rated PG for mild language, and some affectional behavior in furthur chapters.
Chapter 1: Strange
March 3, 2007
"..urgburghh.." I moaned. How much farther was this Mineral Town? I didn't know. I didn't bother to bring a map..I just left. So, here I am out in the wilderness with nothing but the road ahead of me. Only the Harvest Goddess knows where it leads.
Seventeen years old and I still have no clue about anything. I didn't need anyone to help me. What I did was...unforgivable. Yes, I was a minor. Didn't know much, but I could learn. I just needed to get away from it all. I had nothing. Mineral Town, Kansas. Hmm, it sounded like some sort of vitamin shop or something, but it wasn't well-known and that's how I'd like to be too.
My Michigan seemed very far now...too far...
I came to Mineral town, as the sign read, and found another sign right at the beginning. It was the Inn. I entered the doors that led me inside. I looked around. It was empty. I sat down at a table close to the doors.
All of a sudden I heard a loud clatter coming from the kitchen, maybe.
"Crudola!" I heard someone explode. Then there was more clattering.
I saw a red-headed girl about my age holding her hand as she walked out of the kitchen. She didn't seem to notice me and was mumbling something to herself as she was looking at her hand. The girl didn't even come my way, but went behind the bar. That's when she sighed in mere exasperation and let go of her hand and looked at the ceiling.
Then, she faced me and let out a gasp. She held her chest for a minute before coming over to me.
"Holy cow!" she said. "Whew...sorry. You scared me there for a second, buddy. Just popping up like that! I didn't expect it because we're almost closed. Anyway, the name's Ann." I saw her hold out a hand. I saw her other hand was burnt and bleeding. I shook her hand quickly and meekly.
She obviously saw me eyeing her injured hand. "Um...oh, yeah. I'm cookin' some dinner in the kitchen. As I was reaching in the cabinet to grab some spice to put in it, I didn't realise it, but somehow my hand touched the stove! It hurt like a son of a monkey!"
I stared at her. Her piercing blue eyes stared back at me. Her blank face then adjusted into a perplexed look. She opened her mouth as to say something and looked at me, as if expecting something.
"Well...?" Ann finally said, in a much softer voice than her just-then-loud one.
My throat was dry. "...well...w-what?" I choked out, just above a whisper.
"What's your name?" Ann almost yelled at me. Her outburst made me jump back somewhat. I could tell she was getting irritated with me.
Ann sighed. "How do you expect us to get to know each other if you'll be like some mime? I just wanna ask you some questions!"
"I'm...C-c-cliff," I replied. She sighed half in relief and half in more annoyance.
"Now was that so hard?" Ann whined. "Ugh, well, it's nice to meet you, Cliff. I've never seen you in town, so I'm guessing you are new."
I nodded.
Her face broke into a wide smile. "Greeat! I love new people! So, did you buy a house around here or something... or are you going to stay here...at the Inn?"
"Ah...I guess that I-I'll ss-stay h-here," I stuttered, becoming more flustered. What was wrong with me?
"Hmm, you're a shy guy. But that's okay!" Ann chirped. "I can give you a nice private room!"
"Thanks..." I mumbled in my usual medium-toned, wispy voice. I sounded more like a fourteen-year-old boy going through puberty sometimes rather than a man. Ann herself had a medium-toned voice. It was high...but not quite squeaky.
"Now, it's 120 gold a night for..." Ann looked up, thinking. I didn't seem to hear her. I was busy observing her.
Ann had a rather pale complexion. Her hair was light red, mid-length, down, wavy and she had side bangs. Her face was petite; she had a small face with a perfect nose, round eyes and a small mouth. She was not tall, but she wasn't quite short either. She was in the middle. 5'6 maybe? Then she'd be five inches shorter than myself. She had freckles scattered from her cheekbones and across her nose. She didn't wear any makeup and wore a dark green sweater and some jeans with black converse sneakers. Wait...why did I care? I guess...I...well...I don't know!
"...Heeeellloooo!" Ann whined at me. I turned my head and looked at her. She stared at me with wide eyes.
"Uhhuuh...sorry. I was..t-thinking," I half-lied. It was kind of true, I suppose.
Ann moaned again. "And just how do you expect us to communicate when I can barely hear you? I said that it's 120 a night. So, it's 840 a week. But...I'll give a discount for you. How does 500 a week sound to you?"
"O-okay. Thanks," I said, raising my voice by just a miniscule amount.
"No, don't keep thanking me. I'm doing this 'cause I want to!" Ann smiled, her eyes becoming sincere. A small pink color crossed her cheeks.
She suddenly gripped my wrist and dragged me across to the stairs. Then, she let go.
"I'll show you to your room!" Ann said, still with her back to me. She looked back and flashed me a grin. I forced a tiny smile back.
She hurriedly grabbed me roughly and stopped once we reached a door upstairs. I underestimated Ann's strength. She was a skinny thing...but amazingly strong.
"Here's your room," Ann said, opening the door. It was plain inside, but suitable.
"Heh," she nervously chuckled. "You know, this is actually our biggest and nicest single room."
I stared. "Why...why are you d-doing this? F-for me?"
"Because I WANT TO!" Ann replied cheery. "It's getting late. You should get some rest. Tomorrow, I'll show you around! 'Mmkay?"
I nodded blanky.
Ann giggled and ran downstairs singing; 'Yes, Mr. Emotionless smiiilllleeed! He smiled, he smiled! He has such a great smile! He should smile mooore!'
Ann's POV
Yes! I can't believe I actually got that guy to smile! He's so cute when he smiles! I always fall for the quiet ones...he seems so sweet. But...there's something else to him. He seems a little troubled.
Bah! Anyway, that lucky-go happy guy needs to stop being so happy. That was sarcasm by the way. It is just so super annoying! It seriously would not kill him to show some emotion.
I ran downstairs and back to the kitchen where I was cooking food. Yeah, I know, leaving food cooking unattended was dangerous. Heh...um...I guess I forgot about it. My hand was a bit burnt and started to blister a little, but nothing some Neosporin and a Band-Aid can't fix!
Out of nowhere, my dad jumped up from beneath the counter.
I screamed. Not very high-pitched either. It was like a regular scream.
"DAD!" I roared.
My dad chuckled. "Hehe, sorry Ann. I was just--"
"You were spying on me! I can handle business on my own!" I cut him off.
He nodded, serious now. "I know you can. I was just checking on you. That Cliff guy seems pretty nice, hm?"
"He's super shy and almost irritatingly so," I replied.
"But there's something else about him I can't put my finger on... I mean, he had NO luggage or else he would've said so," I added.
"He can just be shy and..."
"...STRANGE," I finished for my dad. "Just completely spacey, a bit dimwitted, and strange. JUST STRANGE!" I growled out of frustration at myself and went upstairs to my room.
I wanna know more about him! He can be like Patrick from SpongeBob. Completely brainless and just so...strange.
STRANGE!
Heheheh, Ann be nice! :D Cliffy is a bit strange, no? But cute! I know you agree already! Hehe! How'd you like this? Should I continue? Lemme know PLEASE! Don't be strange like Cliff and not reply to anything! :P I'll beat you with frozen fish!
Just joking...or am I? O.O
