Drumming Song Love Sick Remix; - ; Gold/Crystal

There's a drumming noise instead my head that starts whenever you're around. You got me high you got me low you make me go go go out of control.
For fugthimble! :D I-I suck at humor but I tried?


She wonders if he can hear it, it's so loud this beating of her heart like some drum. It makes her shake, rattles her brain- who can hear this? Can everyone hear it? Do they know do they know?

Crystal hopes to whatever higher power that no one knows, that nobody can hear her heart beat this hard against her ribcage as if she'd run for miles and miles.

There is a reason, a damned culprit for her illness of wild heart rate. It takes the form of a boy who is taller than her with cool black hair and golden eyes that gleam with mischief. It makes her cringe because he's not serious at all and makes crude jokes and burns potatoes and oh god here he is again to mess up the lab with his fidgety nosiness of Hey Kris, what's this? Or hey, lookit this Kris! Oh wow what the hell is this? And there will be things breaking and papers strewn over the floor and stains on the couch with his recently bought snacks from wherever he'd come from before here.

He at least has the courtesy to help her clean up the mess properly, handing her paper towels and the loose leaf papers of data and data and more data. And she'll glare at him for making a disaster area of the lab- Professor Oak will kill her for letting it get this bad. But luckily he's out in the field in another region so she has time to make the place spic and spam clean and ordered.

She wonders if he can it because it got louder at their proximity, this throbbing in her heart that beats in her eardrums and thrums through her veins like fire. Crystal can easily put her blush off as an angry flush but he's staring at her with those eyes like he knows and she hopes he doesn't because then she wonders what will become of her.

And when the mess is cleaned and she delegated him to the sofa in the lab with some random magazines pushed into his hands, she demands him to keep still. He sulks on the pristine sofa and she prays he won't spill his berry fizz pop on it because that's hard to get out and that means she'll have to go over and no doubt he'll hear it she know he's just musing over how to break the news, the embarrassing news, to her.

Crystal turns to her work and after a while goes to reach for her tea when he speaks after lovely silence.

"Do you like drums, Kris?"

Her tea spills over documents and flash drives of information and Crystal curses loudly and hurriedly swipes the flash drive from the puddle of murky green liquid and dries it on her once-clean lab coat. Gold goes to the kitchenette in the lab and retrieves another roll of paper towels and begins to mop up the mess. When the mess is clean and the papers are stained some tea-colour and are pinned to a line strung across the lab to dry, Crystal puts her head in her hands and groans.

She feels his hand on her shoulder and says he's sorry for giving her a hard day. The beating of her heart palpitates against her chest and she peeks a look at him with pink cheeks.

"I am beginning to dislikes drums," she says in answer to his question that caused her to spill her tea.

Gold stares at her before smirking. He swoops down and presses his lips to her.

"I like the drumming of your heart though," he grins widely.

Crystal gapes at him in mortification; he could hear her heart! She stands up abruptly and says she's going to the bathroom with a raw throat.

"I'll be waiting," he calls after as she goes to a confined space to calm her stampeding Taurus of a heart.

Fin.