Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been posting any stories/one-shots lately. School's been keeping me so busy, and when I did get free time, I've been working on stories with my other friends, drawing, or just relaxing. This one-shot is pretty quick, but it's something!
I was going to draw this, but didn't think it was gonna come out good. *shrug* Maybe I'll do it some other time if I find the time.
Wreck-It Ralph belongs to Disney.
Vanellope von Schweetz sat at her desk, doing paperwork. Sour Bill had given it to her earlier that day, and had told the young girl how important it was that she finished it that night. However, her boyfriend, Rancis, was in the room with her to keep her company. He lied across from her on a candy-coated couch, his hands folded on his stomach and his eyes closed.
The girl glanced up from her paperwork and rested her head on her hand. She was tired of sitting there doing, as she says, pointless paperwork. She'd much rather hang out with Rancis instead of watching him lay there.
She counted how many pages she had left to do.
Twenty.
She groaned, knowing it would take forever to finish.
She took one of the papers and made a paper airplane. She threw it across the room. She then spun around in her chair. Then drummed her fingers on her desk, and glanced up at her boyfriend.
She looked at the features of his sleeping face. He looked relaxed, calm even. Vanellope smiled at the small smirk on his face, accompanied by the freckles sprinkled across his cheeks.
Freckles.
Vanellope began to count those freckles, something she often did when she was bored. Rancis didn't know that, though.
"One, two, three, four..." she whispered.
"Five, six, seven, eight...
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve..." she continued.
"Thirteen, fourteen-"
"Nellie, what are you doing?"
Rancis slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the President, who was now blushing.
"Uh, nothing!" she said as if it were obvious. She looked back down at her papers and got back to work.
The peanut-butter racer chuckled, and walked over next to the chair Vanellope was sitting at. He put an arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head. "You sure you weren't doing anything?"
Vanellope smirked and shrugged, writing a few things down. "I was just counting the freckles on your face."
"Counting the freckles on my face?"
"Mhmm."
"Why's that?"
"'Cause I was bored."
Rancis looked from the pile of papers back to Vanellope. "...With that much work?"
"You expect me to pay attention to this pile of junk?!" she asked, leaning onto him.
"Tsh, it's your job as President of Sugar Rush, isn't it?"
"Part of it, yeah." she looked up at him.
Silence.
"Fifty." Vanellope finally spoke up.
"Huh?"
"You have fifty freckles."
"You sure you counted right?" Rancis inquired.
"Dunno. I'll probably count again some other time."
Rancis laughed, "Good to know."
Vanellope grinned. And began to count his freckles again.
"One, two, three, four..."