Hiii! I'm so sorry this one is sorta long-overdue but I've been SUPER busy! Thankfully, Portland got a huge snowstorm and we're up to 2.7 inches and school is cancelled for tomorrow, so I was able to get some work done and FINISH A CHAPTER! See you at the bottom xo ~DisneyPrincess55
One
September
"Snowy, wait! Come back, I'm not finished—I still need to rinse you off!" I shouted as Snowy leapt from the metal bucket full of soapy water and raced down the hall. He never enjoyed me bathing him—in fact, I had never seen him tolerate a bath. But whenever Tintin left on some errand or he was away at work and the dog was dirty I was forced to. Now that Snowy was getting older Tintin brought him to work less and less, and neither of them liked it at all.
"Hey, boy, getting into trouble again?" I stepped out of the kitchen to see Tintin at the door, Snowy in his arms. I went to him and wrapped the dog in a towel before carrying him back into the kitchen. "I don't even get a hello?" He called, still standing at the door.
"I should've known better than to wash you when he was getting home," I told the dog, putting him back in the water. Tintin walked into the kitchen just then, but I didn't turn to greet him.
"I see how it is. No hello to the person who saved your life five or six times—" He approached the island where I was bathing Snowy, reached his hand into the metal bucket and threw the water on me. I shrieked in surprise and without even thinking about it, splashed him back. Snowy yapped and, seeing this as a great opportunity to get out of finishing his bath, leaped from the island onto the kitchen floor. While he was running from the kitchen, leaving a trail of wet paw prints, Tintin grabbed a cup and filled it in the bucket.
"No no no—" I shrieked, trying to run from him. He chased me around the island a few times before pinning me against the cupboard and wrapping his arms around my waist. I sighed and looped my arms around his neck, smiling. "Hi," I breathed, and he leaned in to kiss me.
That night, I laid supper on the table. Tintin was bent over a book on the table, chuckling. "Oh no," I murmured, moving to take the book from him, "Another Jeeves?"
"Yeah, and it's great." I took it from him and read the cover.
"Jeeves and the Feudal…darling, it would seem you've read this one before."
"That's because I own it."
"So it would seem." I put the book on the bookcase in the living room before returning to the kitchen. I set the food out and he watched me, looking as though he was in deep thought.
"Have you ever found this place to be too small?"
"What? Oh. Well, on occasion…the kitchen is a bit on the small side, and those neighbors upstairs…"
"So you agree."
"Agree on what?"
"That we should move."
"When did moving ever…"
"Well, what if we want to have a family some day? There isn't much space here for two people, let alone children."
"Wait—are you proposing?"
"What? No—"
"Well, when someone tells their girlfriend about the future possibility of children…"
"Oh, well, I—uh…No, sweetheart, I'm just saying that maybe we should get an actual house."
Not hearing his last sentence, I continued with mine. "What if I don't want to marry you? I mean, what if I want to see different people? There are plenty of other boys—"
Tintin, on the other hand, was still continuing with his sentence: "This place is getting too small, and eventually, we won't have any more room, so I think it's best that we—" he caught on to my words at this, and I caught on to his."Wait, what?"
"What?"
"You don't want to marry me?"
"No—I mean yes—I mean, were you even asking?"
"No, I was just saying that we should get a bigger place."
"Well then why did you have to bring the whole marriage thing into it?"
"Because eventually we'll want to get married, and we'll want to live in a house, yes?"
"But what if I don't want to be married to you?" He stared at me, the slight smile that had come with his previous statement flickering away.
"You don't want to marry me?" His voice was merely a whisper, and he looked hurt.
"I wasn't saying that—"
"Yes, you were…"
"You weren't even asking! I didn't say I didn't want to marry you, I do, it's just…I'm seventeen!"
"I know. I know you're seventeen. I know—I just thought—"
"You just thought we could move into a bigger place."
"Yeah, that's what I was saying before but you brought marriage into it—" He began to laugh, bending his head into his hands and laughing. "What?"
"I love you," he laughed, looking up at me, "I love you so much."
"Oh, do you?" I sat down next to him and he wrapped his arm around my waist.
"I do," he whispered in my ear. His breath moved my hair, tickling my cheek, and I giggled.
"And I love you," I murmured, kissing him.
The following day, I found myself fishing through tall shelves of dusty old books, as well as somewhat new books until I found the Sherlock Holmes section at the library. I plucked one off of the shelf and opened to a random page. "You know my methods, Watson." I recited quietly, smiling to myself and closing the book.
"Precisely, Sherlock," a voice from behind me murmured. I turned to come face-to-face with a fair-skinned, dark-brown-haired girl about my age. I stared at her in awe, fascinated that she knew Sherlock Holmes too. She smiled, light blue eyes gazing at me in awe from behind her bangs, and stuck out her hand. "I'm Isabelle."
"Nollie," I breathed, shaking her hand. "Never before have I met—"
"Another Holmes fan?"
"Another female Holmes fan!" I grinned wider, "This is incredible. Absolutely incredible, I can't believe it!"
"I'm the first one you've met? Well, then I suppose you haven't run into any of my friends—we're all Holmes fans. We're going for tea tonight at my flat…going to discuss His Last Bow…care to join us?"
"I don't think I have anything happening tonight," I said, thinking: the one thing I had planned was making supper and talking to Tintin. "I would love to come."
"Perfect! You'll have a good time, I promise. Oh—my address. Here," she pulled a notepad and a tiny pencil from her pocket and scribbled something down. "Here. 144 Sunny Stream."
"That's not far from where I live!"
"Oh, really? That's quite hilarious, really. How is it we've never met before?"
"I dunno, I think that's what's hilarious." We giggled and talked for a little while longer. "I—I should be getting back," I said, giving her a small smile, "The time…it's nearly three."
"What's at three?"
"I…just gotta get home, 'tis all," I shrugged, "My boyfriend will be home soon."
"Ooh, your boyfriend?" She raised her eyebrows, "You will have to tell us more about him later."
"I will," I murmured, "See you later, Isabelle!"
"You'll never guess who I met today!" I was dangling off of the railing on the staircase when Tintin walked in the door.
"I can't guess, who did you meet?" He pulled off his coat and hung it up before walking over to the sofa and sitting down.
"Another Holmes fan!" He looked at me like it was nothing, like meeting another Sherlock Holmes fan was like meeting another person with blue eyes. "Another Holmes fan who is a girl and my age!" He looked more pleased at this.
"Really?"
"Yes! And she has other friends who like Sherlock, too, and I'm going over to her flat tonight!"
"Tonight?"
"Yes, tonight!"
"But I had…dinner reservations—" He stood before he said dinner reservations and made for the kitchen.
"What?" Did he say dinner reservations? He never did something like that…
"It's nothing, I just thought maybe you would like a night off from cooking supper. But I guess…I guess if you wish to go to your friend's place, that's fine—"
"How long were you planning to keep the reservations from me?"
He looked as though he was trying to find the words to say: "I was going to tell you five minutes ago…but you know, it's great that you found another friend. I'll take you to her flat in a little while." He pulled out the kettle and began to make the afternoon tea—something I always did and he only did when he was stressed.
"If you're going to make a big deal over it, I can cancel—"
"No." He put the kettle down firmly, shaking his head, "No, no, you can go to your friend's place. It's no good for you to be stuck up in here alone all the time. As for dinner, it doesn't matter." But something was up—I could tell by the way he was acting.
Nollie meeting Isabelle is like Once Upon a Time fans meeting other OUAT fans, or like me meeting other R5 fans. And I had a love affair over blue eyes in this chapter. They came up a lot. Haha. And you'll find out why Tintin's acting so funny in chapter two :)
Tintin and Nollie have a blog! Google search #tintinnollie and the first link is the blog :) I'm at 9 followers now! Eee! Remember to review for Chapter 2! ~DP55