Hey Guys - I own none of the original My Candy Love characters ( if I did, some crazy shit would be going down ) and I really hope you enjoy this. Thanks for reading - please review - fairytailrox654.
Sweet Amoris, huh, what a cliche name. Those were my first thoughts as pulled off the highway down the exit to the new town I would now be living in. It was a quaint little town, something that you would only think you read about, not actually existing. Driving down the streets I saw your typical rich kid, snob houses all adored with front lawn ornaments that looked like someone had let a little kid play with a chainsaw. When I finally got to the end of the flashy houses, I finally reached my aunt's apartment complex.
Let's see, she told me she lived in Apartment number - what was it again? Oh, shit all I remember was that it was the one with the purple door on the third floor. I climbed up the stairs. Shit! ALL the doors are purple! I roamed around the hallway for a little while hoping that my aunt would leave the apartment or anyone would leave so I could ask them which one was hers.
"Ugh, I must have written it down somewhere!" I frantically searched my purse, but it was so full I just decided to dump the contents all over the hallway.
Ok, ok, let's see, we got my cell phone, wallet, hairbrush, tampons (it pays to be prepared), gum wrappers, new CD I just bought, oh, hey look a penny! Focus Ella!
"Shit, its not here! I must have written it down in my notebook, which I left in the car!" I ran down the three flights of stairs and out of the building, leaving all my stuff discarded on the hallway floor.
Crap. Pouring rain. I have a convertible. Top. Open. Notebook. Front Seat. FML. I bolted from to the car trying to avoid the rain as if it were acid rain, rather than regular rain.
Why does she have to live in Louisiana? I swear, its ranked 2nd in the rainiest states in the country - I'm from California for fuck's sake! I. AM. SO. GONNA. KILL. AUNT CAROLINE.
I finally made it to the car! I quickly open the drivers side get in and try to put my keys in the ignition to be able to put the top back on the car. But -
OH SHIT! Where are the keys? Fuck! DID I SERIOUSLY LEAVE THEM IN THE HALLWAY!
I hop out of the car and run back into the building and run up the already all too familiar staircase.I get to the hallway where the contents of my purse are dispersed all over the floor. I grab the car keys, turn on my heels and - SMACK! I ran right into someone.
"Watch where you're fucking going bastard!" I yell and continue to run down the hallway and down the stairs again. Then it hits me - I just hit one of Aunt Caroline's neighbors didn't I - they know where her apartment is - I am SO stupid! I run back up the stairs hoping that the stranger I collided with is still there but to no avail, - he/she is gone and its another trip down the stairs for me. Oh, joy!
Finally, I get to the car, practically jump into the drivers seat, stick the keys in the ignition and put the top up!
Yes! Finally! Hey - look there's my notebook! I was laying on the now soggy, seat cushions - the notebook was soiled! I flipped to the page and looked at what I had written.
Okay, okay, Third Floor, Number 23. I rip out the page from my notebook and jam it into my jean pocket as I prepared for the next wonderful stroll through the rain. Breathing in, I open the car door and run. As I'm crossing the street, I don't see the car coming and just as its about to hit me the driver jams on the breaks.
He starts yelling at me in German. Well too bad for him I took German every Saturday of my Freshman and Sophomore year, so I reply: "Nun fick dich auch!" I continue on my way.
I jog up the stairs, again and finally slow down when I reach the hallway. I go over to apartment number 23 and start knocking. No. one. fucking. responds. After 5 minutes my anger starts to get the best of me.
"AUNT CAROLINE OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR! I AM SOAKED - YOU HEAR ME - YEAH I AM COMPLETELY SOAKED AND ALL I WANT IS FOR YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR - IS THAT SO HARD! öffnen Sie die verdammte Tür! Ouvrir cette putain de porte! PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS HOLY OPEN THE MOTHERF-!"
My rant is cut short when an old man wearing a Hawaiian shirt opens the door. I stare at him incredulously wondering how I got myself in such an awkward situation when I realise he is talking to me.
" And another thing - you and your youngins' with all your profanity - can't you tell an old man is tryin' to sleep here! Are you listenin' to me girl? I ought to call them po - lice to arrest you for disturbin' the peace! Are you deaf? Listen when people are talking to ya! See this is what -"
I cut him off - "I am so, so sorry sir, I thought this was my Aunt Caroline's apartment and I've been trying to get in all day and I'm soaked. And I am just really, really sorry!" I give him the puppy dog eyes.
His expression softens immediately. Bullseye - puppy dog eyes for the win! He says, "It's all right - did you say Caroline girl, well she lives down the hall from here in number' 28!"
I am staring at him again - F.M.L. Number twenty - eight, not twenty - three - Fuck the rain. Fuck my life. I am dying right now. I pull myself together and slip away while the old man is muttering about the "good old times" and make my way down the hallway. CRACK.
I look at what I just stepped on - My. Brand. New. Phone. I am really starting to wonder whether the world hates me or not. Maybe someone just decided it hate - on Ella day, because whatever I did to deserve this really must have been bad. I pick up the shattered phone and my scattered objects and don't notice a shadow creep over me.
"Hey - you're that fucking person who ran into me!" I hear a deep, pissed - off, voice say. I look up and there he is - the one I ran into. He has blood, shoulder - length red hair wearing the typical "bad boy" look and is extremely sexy if I do say so myself.
"You gonna stare at me all day? Take a picture, it''ll last longer." His snarky, biting voice says. I, already having a bad day cannot seem to find the words to describe how I am feeling so all that comes out is: "meine... Güte..." Curse my foreign language training!
"Oh, are you foreign. Well - nice - to - meet - you - this - is - America - are - you - in - the - correct - country?" He asks as if he is speaking to a three year old.
I immediately find my voice and say: "Yes, I'm fine - I only been trying to find my aunt' apartment only for like what, the past 2 hours - not seeing a single person who could tell me where it was - and when I finally feel like I'm gonna find it I finally find people. And you know what I was not staring at you! You just surprised me - what do you expect I just met Mr. "good old times", have run up and down those stairs countless times, almost got hit by a car, and know I'm speaking with Dr. Sarcasm himself!" With that I ran down the hall and knocked promptly on door number 28.
"I didn't order any pizza!" a voice comes from the other side.
"I'm not the pizza man!" slightly starting to lose my cool.
"You can't have my money you damned wankers! Go to hell!" they yell again.
"It's me Aunt Caroline!" I finally yell.
The door opens immediately revealing my aunt in her very interesting attire. "What on earth possessed you to wear that?" I ask. There's my aunt, dressed up in a fairy costume and wings with bright pink hair!
"You like? I can get you one if you want! I found the most amazing cosplay website ever!" she says as she's ushering me in.
"Aunt Caroline, the only thing I want right now is a nice hot bath." I say as nicely as I can. She seems to take the hint and points me in the direction of the bathroom. When I get there I see how horrific I look. My dark brown hair still soaked and dripping while my eyeliner runs down my face. All in all I looked as if someone had thrown me into a pool and decided to play the color game with me.
I discarded the clothing and got into the shower, loving the way the hot water felt on my cold body - after what seemed like a minute ( actually an hour ) I got out of the shower and put on the pjs my aunt left out in the hallway.
I walk into the kitchen where my aunt is brewing coffee and I sit at the table, she sets a mug in front of me and asks: "How was your trip?"
"There was a lot of stairs."
So, how was that? It was terrible wasn't it? Please review and let me know what you think. Shall I continue?
By the way here are the translations:
Nun fick dich auch = Well fuck you too
Sie die verdammte Tür = Open the fucking door