Funny What Love Can Do
A/N: Ok, so basically, I couldn't find a better title. So don't judge me… Judge my brain.
Anyways, this story is about Klema shorts…
Yeah… That's it.
So, enjoy the chapter!
Ema huffed as she walked out the door, her feet tiring her, as she was wearing heels. She sighed, and took small, slow steps all the way to her complex. She groaned in pain, and she took off her heels, letting her naked feet step on the muddy ground.
Stupid fop… Who would let their co-worker work in the middle of the night? Who does he think he is!
Ema took out a Snackoo bag from her bag, and she munched angrily while letting her thoughts float.
But pain shot right through her as she stepped on broken pieces of a wine bottle. She winced in pain, and let a whimper escape her mouth.
"Really, fräulien, you should be more careful," a voice said out of nowhere. Ema looked straight up, but then she just grumbled and tried to stay on her one foot.
"Look, fop. I'm not in the mood. You foppishness is ruining it even more. Shoo," Ema said, as she tried walking away, but she just stood there leaning to the wall.
"Look, fräulien," Klavier mimicked Ema's voice. "You can't get home with that ugly, damaged foot of yours. So I'm escorting you to your home." Ema growled at him.
"In your dreams, fop. No way am I going to drive home with that death contraption of yours. Plus," Ema said, taking up her phone. "I don't want you to know where I live. And I have my sister to drive me home."
"Ah, but fräulien, the clock is 3 AM. Your sister might be sleeping already," Klavier smirked.
"B-bu… Taxi's a-" Ema got cut off.
"Nein, nein. No taxis are available on this time, fräulien." Klavier laughed.
With a huff of defeat, Ema climbed on the motorcycle. Klavier climbed on too, and turned his head on her. He gave her the helmet, and she put it on. She crossed her arms, and looked away. Klavier looked ather.
"Fräulien, you need to keep your arms around my waist," Klavier informed. Ema wanted to puke, as she shakily put her arms around his waist, feeling his muscles. Klavier turned around and started the engine, and drove her to the complex.
"KLAVIER!" Ema yelled. "THIS IS TOO FAST!"
"Hold tight, fräulien, and may I remind you people are sleeping." Klavier scolded.
Ema rolled her eyes, kept mumbling "glimmerous fop" and "stupid rockstar" until he finally parked. Ema tried jumping off the motorcycle, but fell off. Klavier laughed, and helped her up. Ema jerked away from him.
"I can help myself now," Ema snapped. She tried to walk to the front door, dragging her foot with her, but to Ema's surprise, Klavier picked her up and carried her bridal style.
"Ema, the door." Klavier simply said, and Ema took her keys from her bag, still shocked. But she unlocked the door, and Klavier walked up the stairs, and opened a door to the left. It was a room (that almost looked like a lab) with a bed, a nightstand, and some science kits, science posters and science stuff all over it. Klavier rolled his eyes, and put Ema on her bed.
"I will go get some water and a cloth so I can rinse your wound. Do you happen to have an aid kit?" Klavier asked.
Ema pointed to a shelf, with science things, 4 photographs in frames, books and then an aid kit. Klavier took it, and placed it on the table and walked off to get the needed items.
After he came back, he rinsed the wound, wrapped bandage around it, and cleaned up after himself. He saw that Ema fell to sleep, and he smiled, putting the covers over her body. After that, he kissed her forehead, and Ema smiled in her sleep.
Ok… So this was a long short. xP
And… Did you know fop means a man/boy who is obsessed of his clothing, etc… Because I never knew what that meant.
Ok… I'm embarrassed…
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