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Hold Me, Protect Me, Love me

CHAPTER NUMERO UNO!!

"WATCH OUT!"

The day itself was mostly normal.

Mostly.

It started like any other, with hotcakes made homemade by her brother. "You should really learn how to cook, Avery." he placed a plate in front of her.

She squeezed a bunch of syrup on the cakes, watching as it nearly overflowed the top of the plate. "Mattie, you know I can cook!"

"I know, but you're far too lazy to actually do it. And it's Matthew." whispered the tall, meek blonde.

"I'm your older sister, I'll call you whatever I want to! These hotcakes are awesome!!" she stuffed a huge bite into her mouth.

"But Avery, they're called pancakes.." her brother whispered. Whatever they were, they were long gone in no time.

After breakfast, she decided to enjoy the last day of vacation. It was, of course, the day before she started collage!! And not that that wasn't going to be fun and all, but for now she was warm, happy, full of hotcakes, and under relaxed as she watched an action movie.

"SAY HELLO TO MY LEETLE FRIEND! -BANG BAM BOOM BANG BANG GUNSHOTS BANG GOD DAMNIT!!!!!-"

"Ahh, I love classics." No, wait, she hated them. "This one's the exception to the rule, then!" she happily finished off her popcorn and soda, her huge hunger still there despite her breakfast.

Mid movie, she dozed off. It was about noon when Matthew woke her up.

"Avery? We're almost out of food."

FOOD GONE?

"What happened to it?!" Exclaimed the sleepy American.

"You ate it all." He whispered.

Oh yeah. That was one hell of a midnight snack!! "Could you please buy some more?" he continued quietly. "Mom will let us use the car later, but now we'll just need enough for lunch, eh."

"NO! I don't wanna go!" she complained, "That would take actual effort!!" she curled further into her couch.

He motioned her the family food money card at her. "Doncha know, If you do this, you can buy some burgers...."

She took it right away. "I'll do it." Losing sleep was worth burgers. "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I was experimenting on whether you would actually do something out of the kindness of your heart, for once." the Canadian sighed.

Avery pulled her shoes from under the couch. "Nope~." She headed out.

"Good luck." whispered her brother. He looked down, to see that she had forgotten her cell phone. "Aver-" but he cut himself off. She wouldn't hear him now. She barely heard him speak when he tried.

~(Back to Avery...)~

The shoes themselves were Vans. She was wearing a plain white tee shirt, shorts that were short, but not to the point of short shorts, and a bomber jacket that said 50 on the back.

Avery was a shortish person. She was American through and through! She was a busty, popular, happy, smart girl! Well, at least that's what she would say if you asked her about herself....

Despite the fact that her recent escapades haven't gone over so well, everyone said that collage would be better.

She was standing at a stoplight before she crossed the street. There were barely any people out today, so sidewalk traveling was easy. There was a man reading a newspaper to her immediate left, and that was it.

He was wearing a tannish hat that was big enough to cover his face, a trench coat, and... oh wait! The lights green now~! No need to pay any more attention to the handsome stranger. She thought everyone had passed by that needed to, and forgot to look both ways.

(Switch to Arthur's pov~)

But what Avery didn't notice was a speeder headed directly for her. The man noticed it though. His eyes widened as he saw what was about to happen. "WATCH OUT!!" he screamed, running into the road, and grabbing the girl, pulling her to the safety of the other side of the road with him. He watched the speeder go by from his safe place on the sidewalk, as mental images of what might've happened flashed before his eyes.

"What the hell?" the girl said. He looked at her eyes, which were as blue as the sky. They were laced with confusion. "Wait.. was I almost run over?"

He nodded his head slowly.

She plopped on the ground softly. Then he saw her start to shake. "Why does this keep happening..." she said to what he thought was herself.

"Miss?" he asked. She looked up, those eyes were now full of tears. Goddamnit. He couldn't turn away from a crying girl. He handed her his handkerchief. "Please dry your eyes. What exactly is happening here?" she blew her nose in the kerchief, and offered it back to him. "No thank you." he responded.

"Well, how about I tell you over lunch? I haven't eaten anything yet..." she seemed to be getting back to normal.

Arthur needed to get out, before he became attached to this girl. "Well, I have an important meeting I must go to, but-"

Tears looked like they were about to threaten her eyes again. Arthur felt weird. Even though he just met this girl, he didn't want to see her sad. He sighed. "But it can be put off until later. Now let's get some lunch."

The girl brightened. "Yay!!" then she pulled out a card. "I'll treat you to something~"

And that was how he, Arthur Kirkland, was seen at McDonalds. "I'll have... five coffees, four sodas, twelve big Macs, thirty regular burgers, forty large fries, seventeen of your apple pies... and one sundae."

The worker was stunned. He was working furiously to put in all of the orders.

She turned to Arthur. "What would you like?" His mouth was gaping. "How.. what.. so much food?"

"Yeah!" she responded happily. "Now, order?"

"I'll have a coffee, a small serving of chips, and a chicken sandwich." he responded after a minute of analyzing the menu.

"Pfft. Wimp." she handed the poor man the card. "We'll sit there." she said, pointing to a booth.

They sat across from each other. "What's your name?" she asked.

Oh yes, he still hadn't told her. "I am Arthur." he held out his hand to her. "Who are you?"

"Who am I???? I'm Avery Jones! The American counterpart of my (Candaian) twin brother! The amazing! The beautiful! The awesome! THE HEROINE!!" she stood, posed on the table. (With one foot on the table, and her hands on her hips.)

'And spacious, attentionwise...' thought Arthur.

"Like, here's your order, ma'am and guy." a blonde girl said. No. Not a girl, a man in a skirt??

"We're sorry for the wait!" a real girl said. She had long, wavy brown hair and was only a little shorter than the... guy. They were both holding a huge tray.

"Liet! Feliks!" said the girl as she picked the tray out of their arms and gave the taller people bone-crushing hugs. "I know I'll see you tomorrow, but it's been ages!!"

"Yes, it's nice to see you as well."

"We better, like, leave you now. Your man is looking at me like he wants me." Feliks said.

He blushed, standing. "I am not! I do not! And I'm not her man!" he said this very loudly.

Avery patted him on the back. "Nah, he's just some guy that saved me from a horrible accident."

"Again?" said Victoria worriedly. "You seriously need to like, get that little problem fixed."

"We'll talk about this later!" said Victoria.

And they left, Feliks having to be dragged away by Victoria.

They ate quietly for a good part of the meal. And by quietly, Arthur meant that he was eating quietly, there was no talking, and that girl was stuffing down hamburgers like there was no tomorrow.

"Really now, are you going to eat all of this now?" Arthur finally said. He was barely halfway done with his sandwich, and she had already eaten all of her chips along with all of the big Mac's. She drank all of her sodas, and all but one of her coffees.

"Nope! But not because I couldn't, cuz I could, but because I have to get home!" she managed to stuff all of her remaining burgers in a single bag.

"I'm walking you home then." said Arthur.

"My, such a gentleman." She winked. "You better promise to protect me, okay?" She grabbed onto his arm, then she headed out the door.

Arthur didn't even pretend to know what she was talking about as he walked her to her home. Avery was talking far too fast for any normal person to hear.

Finally, she stopped in front of a nice looking house. She turned to him, and once again, he saw the full extent of how deep those blue eyes were behind her rimmed glasses.

She took him in a bone crushing hug, that made him blush. "Thank you for taking care of me today, Arthur. I hope that we'll meet again soon, ok?"

He rustled her hair. "Of course, twat."

"And if we do, you'll protect me if anything happens, right?" she said innocently.

"...Yes. If that will make you happy."

She ran into her house, and waved one last time before disappearing.

Francine would have his head for being late....

But it was worth it to help that poor girl.

You can Google it. Avery is a female spinoff of the name Alfred. Emily just doesn't fit this girl.

The guy, cross dresser, is Poland, Feliks. The girl, Victoria, is a gender-bent Lithuanian. I think I did those characters personalities pretty well, but any help is loved~

This is the first two chapters of this story combined. They just seemed too short on their own...

Avery: Hello! This is the heroine, may I take your order?

Me: What she means is that I'm taking one-shot requests from readers.

Avery: That's what I said!! -eats burger-

Matthew: Well, If anyone thinks of anything, review or PM her.

Kumajiro: Who?

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