I know that later on in the story, Ella is going to be a bit of a *BEEP* which is how she'll act because she's a rich girl raised by Raylan. She'll change in later bits.
(This is a one-shot and written in 2nd POV)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN LORIEN LEGACIES. AT ALL. I WANT TO, THOUGH. BUT I NO SMART ENOUGH :(
You're sitting in the airport, waiting and counting the seconds down until Hannu stop talking to the rest and looks at you and Cassidy to say goodbye.
"Bye guys," Hannu says, smiling as usual only now there's a tinge of sadness under it. "I'll miss you but it's only for a couple of months then we'll be back together."
"Jeez, we know." Cassidy grins. "Try to get Maggie that Pokémon toy she has been wanting for ages." She continues, knowing that you cannot speak. For all the books on the topic, nothing prepared you for the feeling that you were feeling. Like you were jumping off a cliff, your brain and heart screaming something, but it's Greek to you, although; see how you understand Greek, it should be all Ancient Mayan to you.
"We'll miss you." You finally choke out. "A lot and a lot."
"I'll call every day, m'kay?" He promises and you nod, finding all word abandoning you as one of you best friends to tour America while you and your other best friend, Cassidy Moon, stays in England.
"Promise?" You ask, because you will just die if he doesn't.
"Promise." he confirms, smiling.
And then you and Cassidy sit, no, stand and you both wave.
The scene didn't go as planned. No, you didn't tell him you liked him, you didn't kiss him, not even a tiny one on the cheek, you didn't 'draw confidence from within', didn't 'feel impulsive' like books said. No. You just felt like you were...ripping apart at the seems.
So this is how teenage love is, you think, staring at the ceiling in your bedroom. I love Hannu. Or do I just like him? I think it's love. Nobody else makes him laugh like me and no one else makes me smile so much by doing nothing. But I'm only 16. I don't want to worry about things like this.
You roll over and sigh.
Every time Hannu calls, you're out. You know the American time and Hannu's habits like the back of your sorry excuse of a hand, so it's easy to be out or asleep when he calls. Either that or Jenna, your (foster) older sister picks up the phone and you signal to her that no, you do not want to talk to him. At all, nada, no siree. Which makes Jenna want to know if you guys fought. Because for all the times he's called, (15 in total, and you're NOT counting, no you just happen to notice that little fact) you've only talked to him once, saying. "Did you know America is like France? They both have freedom of speech."
"And there I thought it was because of the dogs." You can hear the smile in his voice. "The girls here are cute. I wish Pearson (Five) was here to see them. He'd be drooling."
"Oh." Is all you say, feeling empty. And suddenly, the things you wanted to tell him about seem insignificant and nothing that will catch his attention long enough for him to stop thinking about the other girls. The things you, for some reason, wanted to tell him like the way the sun shined so brightly and you thought of his smile and the way the grass was so green, Naveen and Stanley collapsed into it and Maren tackled them and they all ended up with a mouthful of it. The time when John scared the life out of Pearson on his way out of the toilet. You figure he will have more fun without you reminding him of all he's left behind. "Ye-eah. I think Cassidy is calling and I should-"
"They've got nothing on you," Hannu says almost sounding thoughtful.
"I-I." You swallow. "I h-have t-to g-go."
"Oh. Sorry to imply anything, Maggie." Hannu apologises and sounds so genuinely sorry, which makes the little ball of hope that he might actually like you shrivels up and you nod, before remembering that he can't see you.
"It-it's ok." You reply, shaking. "Y-ou didn't imply anything." Finally, you stop stuttering. "Cass wants to know if you-"
"Nope. No Pokémon shops yet." He says, cheerfully, and you just want to die, because you were going to ask if he has found a 'spring fling' or, (later, of course) a 'summer romance'.
"Yeah. Well, I gotta go. Really. Ttyl."
"Yeah. Bye." He replies.
It's the anniversary of your parent's murder.
You sit in the cemetery, wearing the green dress your mother told you to wear at her funeral, should they get in an accident or something, yet their deaths weren't an accident! You're clutching flowers, tulips, and you cry as Cassidy holds you and kisses your forehead, acting as your older sister, simply because Jenna doesn't understand. At all.
You bow your head, finally spent and put your flowers on the grave.
"Mom, I'm sorry. Dad. I'm sorry too. I didn't think mom would like it and you both always agreed and I just don't know what to do about this problem. It's just a crush right?" You breathe out.
"Mags, Hon." Cassidy wipes your tears away. "Nothing is ever that simple."
You were sitting and reading when you smell it - an apple cinnamon scent - and you gag. It's the same smell the killer of your parents wore that day, the day when you hid in the closet and she stabbed them.
Oh, life.
You double over, clutching your stomach, and gag, because it is an unwelcome memory, tickling your senses, causing bile to rise in your throat.
You can take your first steps,
You charge out and push past your foster mom and throw the door to the toilet open. Jenna has been in there for the last 35 minutes, she's done, just using her phone.
"Hey!" She protests, not even sitting on the toilet.
walk into a brick wall.
You grab the sides of the toilet and vomit into it.
"Ewww!" Jenna clears out after that, squealing about how gross it is, like she never, ever in all her life, puked before.
Try your best to stand tall,
You keep vomiting, even trying to keep the bile down, but the smell is still there.
before you learn to crawl.
You don't even know until you remember what Sara, your counsellor, said. She said that you had post-traumatic stress disorder. Something, like that, anyway.
Love is never easy,
And at the time you're puking your guts out, Hannu freaking Skype's you.
"Tell him I'm busy." You croak, after everything you've eaten in the past few days is in the toilet bowl. You lean forward and pull the flush.
Unless it's in some poetry
"And she's ill," Jenna says cheerfully.
"I want to see her," Hannu replies, just as chirpy.
"Oh, you don't, trust me, dearie." She eyes you, crumpled in a heap on the ground. "She's all gross, sweaty and smells like puke."
At the word 'smell', you smell the unforgivable scent again and then, as she angles the computer screen at you, you manage a small smile before throwing up in all your full glory.
"Maggie!" You're not even vomiting food anymore, it's just acid.
You're pinching your nose and gagging, freaking out because the scent is so strong now...
...But then we all fall down, right out the sky into the basement
"Jenna, get out." Hannu instructs, knowing. Only three other people (alive) other than you know: Cassidy, Hannu and the murderer herself. "Your perfume." He says, as a way of explanation.
Looking for a way back up again
"Oh! Maggie, I'm sorry. I'll throw it out." She picks up the air freshener and sprays it around the room.
When she's gone, you sag against the ground and cry your eyes out.
(We All Fall Down, by Take That)
"So then I was, like, of course!" Maren kicks her legs in the air enthusiastically, from her position on your bed, lying on her stomach, she's a super-American-popular-high-school-girl. "How could I say no?"
"You mentioned it, like, a million times." Cassidy hums, finishing up her toenail painting.
"Eh." Ella grumbles. "Do I look good?" (A/N They are all sixteen years old.)
"Yeah." You push your glasses up your nose and flip the page of your book. "Just fine, why?"
"Hannu is Skyping me later." Ella pulls her hair into a ponytail and ties it back with ribbons. "And I want to look my best."
Ella pulls her tank top on and a pair of shorts that barely cover her butt.
"Ella, Maggie claimed him, you cannot try to date him," Marina says softly, looking up from her magazine.
"Says who?' Ella scowls.
"The girl code," Cassidy says. "Nah, the friend code."
"Well, I had first dibs. I crushed on him for, like, ever. Maggie's only known him for 5 years, ever since she moved from Ireland to here." Ella scowls.
When you all don't say anything to defend yourself, she turns to the mirror and scrutinises herself.
"What? She still has the accent." Ella powders her cheeks before continuing. "Besides, he's pretty bummed because you have been pushing him away. He's been going to me for comfort."
"He's been talking to me too, Ell's" Cassidy says.
"It's lilt," Your voice is hoarse and chock-full of emotion. You clear your throat and try again. "It's not an accent, it's a lilt."
"Yeah, whatever, no one cares about your boring-ass nerd facts," Ella growls, before stalking out.
Cassidy hugs you while you go stiff, Ella's words hitting home. You have been pushing him away. Ella did have first dibs.
You have no right at all to think of Hannu as yours.
"Only the boy in question can answer," Marina says kindly.
"Unless he likes the both of you," Maren adds cheerfully.
"What?" Maren asks when you all glare at her.
Nothing is happening. You don't feel like picking up the phone and patching thing up but you have to. This is the perfect time! What Cassidy being in the toilet and not there to eavesdrop, and Jenna out for work.
You take a deep breath then pick up your phone and dial.
"Hey! You've reached Hannu! I'm currently not in, so leave a message. I'll call you back. It may be several years before I return your call: I never check my voicemail!"
You get ready for the beep but Hannu's voice continues. "If you are one of my friends, type in my favourite number. Then type in my favourite colour. Then type in your favourite number.
You follow all his directions, and he continues. "Hey, Maggie! Hope your feeling better!"
*BEEP*
That's he had to 'say' to you? You bite your lip. "Hey Hannu," you breathe, although it sounds like your gushing a bit, "it's Maggie. Sorry for not calling you. I-I just..."
The comfort of knowing that he never checks his voicemail reminds you that he will never hear this and you spill. Everything, like how you feel that he feels that the US is amazing and you didn't want to remind him of the life left behind, and how you miss him so, sooo much, your heart is splintering and how you like him. How you like, like him, which is the most stupidest thing you've done so far.
Oh my gosh, what you did finally sinks in, you FREAK.
"Ohmygosh." You spaz a bit and run to the bathroom and hammer on the door. "Cassidy! Pleasepleasepleaseplease get out of the bathroom! How do you delete a message from someone else's phone?" You plead as soon as she comes out, looking annoyed.
Leaning over, she takes the phone from you. "Make sure it isn't on when you search for help." She presses the screen. "Well, my hacking abilities are not that good."
"Ask Adam! He's a brilliant hacker!" You beg again, because how are you supposed to live this down?
"Nah. You interrupted my toilet session. Now your turn to be annoyed." Cassidy laughs. "No, what I mean is: Adam is in China. They don't have good Wifi there."
"Cassie!" Your voice is coming out panicky and desperate.
"Please. What did you say?" Cassidy asks with amusement.
"N-no-nothing..." You rub your nose. "Just some stupid stuff?" But it comes out like a question.
"Maggie Felicia Jonas-James!" She squeals. "You told Hannu that you like him."
"I-I-I-" You stutter but you don't seem to be able to express an actual word.
"ABOUT TIME!" Maren's voice suddenly comes from behind you and you whirl around so fast you almost get whiplash.
"AIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Ella shrieks, jumping to her feet next to Maren. "FINALLY!"
"I t-thought-" You start, half stammering.
"And I thought that moving in on your territory will make you react." She smirks. "And you did."
"I-I-I"
"Maggie!" And Marina crawls out from behind the couch. I tried to stop them, but-"
"This was too good?" Naveen, freaking Naveen, pops up, grinning, then stands and launches himself onto the couch seat.
"You were all hiding behind the couch?!" Cassidy asks, her voice laced with amusement.
"Maybe?" John's head pops up too.
"Noooooooooooooo!" You wail. "Jenna's going to kill me."
"We'll kill her first!" Pearson laughs and Stanley grins, both coming out from behind the door.
"Some of us were behind the door," John admits.
"Oh my gosh." You grab your phone and see it's still recording the message. "CASSIDY!"
"Accident." She hums.
You scowl. "You're a bad liar."
"Honey, you're not any better." Cassidy does a hair flip.
"Yeah! Just get together already! Stop lying to yourself! Hannu talks about you like you're perfection itself. He like, likes, likes you." Naveen fake gushes, while Stanley makes kissy faces at you.
"When are you going to admit you like Marina and go out with her?" Cassidy snaps back, obviously feeling sorry for you.
Marina ducks her head, flushing, and Naveen's jaw drops. There's a minute of silence before Naveen turns, takes Marina's hand and kisses it, using a fake overly posh accent (one would think that he was proposing) and says, all formal, "Queen of the Sea, Marina, will thou accompany me, a mere commoner and folk of the land, to thy carnival next week? Twas your beauty which stealeth, my heart."
"You're using it wrong-" you start to say but Pearson shushes you and you continue watching.
"I-I..." Marina shuts her eyes. "Ok. W-w-why not?"
The whole room cheers and you cheer too, just because they are perfect for each other.
"Now, let's wait for Hannu to call you back," Naveen says, now back to being cheerful as normal.
You look at the phone.
"#&+*!" It's still recording so you smack the end button so hard, you almost knock the phone from your own hand.
That night, when he calls your phone, you finally pick up.
Ok, if you guys read the first version, it was incomplete because my WiFi is an idiot.
The second chapter will be from Hannu's POV.
Do you know how many weeks it took me to type this?! 3 at least! the doof?
Anywho, hoped you liked it, read and review? Pretty please?