Does anyone actually read these? Most people tend to hate author's notes, but I think they are quite interesting to read. It gives me an idea of what's going on people's minds. Sounds creepy, but it's all good. I'm a bit of a creeper anyways! Well, this is my first fic so; love it, hate it, slam your keyboard into your screen, or do whatever the hell you like!
I want to make this interesting and a bit entertaining on my part, so I want to do a bit of involvement throughout the story. I don't really care about reviews or anything so I won't ask you for that. Instead I'll give you options. The first person to message me something interesting will get to pick a random word or phrase to put in to the next chapter! Whoo! *crowd cheers* I'm not really expecting this to be overly popular, so I don't think my message box will be flooded. So without further ado, enjoy?
There I was just sitting at a small table all by myself in a small café in the Åland Islands. The weather was a bit dreary as a drizzle of raindrops was a constant downpour. I sluggishly looked out the window at the little droplets that were gently tapping the window. I was in mid stir of my coffee when I saw him. He was a perfect two meters of pure, chiseled Adonis. That short golden halo of hair and those stunning blue eyes hidden behind specs. His bone structure wasn't bad either. I wanted him. No, scratch that.
I needed him.
So what did my little self do? I followed him-but of course. That sounds a little creepy, I know, especially for me. But, I just had to do something that would allow me to incidentally run into him sometimes. Not be like a stalker or anything, just to run into him on occasion accidently.
So there I was, tailing an unknown man of striking features. I would pause here and there, pretending to look at random objects so as he wouldn't suspect. Although he didn't seem to notice anything other than the streets he was going down. He was so focused on getting to his destination, it was a bit scary. Come to think of it, the somber look he had on his face was just a bit frightening. But even with the stern look on his face, no one could deny his handsome features.
And then finally, he stopped. I was across the street just as he reached a small furniture store. The place was dark, but it was still pretty early in the morning so I assumed the owners hadn't opened yet. I half expected him to get disappointed and turn back around. That's when I saw a flash of silver. He had a key! Did he work there? Did he own the place? I had to stop myself from running across the street and practically thrusting myself through the door. I then realized that this officially made a creeper. I was getting too hyped up over some guy I didn't even know. And last time I had checked, I was straight. Well, there goes any ounce of masculinity out the door. Speaking of doors, the closed sign had just changed to open! I looked around and saw that not too many people were loitering around. I looked both ways even though there were no cars around, and scooted my little behind across the street. I took a peek in the windows and found that my prey was nowhere in sight. I sighed and decided to take a look inside anyways.
I walked in and the pleasant smell of wood reached my nose. I let out a small moan as the aroma was rather relaxing. Seeing as if I didn't set off any alarms, I decided that taking a look around wouldn't hurt. There was so much furniture, and the designs made everything look antique. Such intricate patterns; they were so beautiful. I could only imagine just how much time was spent on the complexities. I was caressing a table that I thought was extraordinary when I noticed it. The feeling as if I was being watched suddenly crept on me.
"What are you doing?" Said a deep voice. If I hadn't been scared out of my skin and fallen obnoxiously on the floor, I might have actually taken the time to admire the baritone voice.
There I lay, strewn across the floor. Not only was my face bright red, but I probably had the most ridiculous of looks on my face. I was looking up into those aquamarine eyes that I had admired mere minutes ago. If I had thought they were beautiful before, seeing the hue of them up close nearly sent me to dream land.
"Are you okay?" Came that deep voice again. This time it sent shudders down my body. Could I even muster a reply at this point? That's when I noticed a hand reach out as an offering of aid. A blush rose to my checks.
"Thanks." I managed to utter, taking his hand. He pulled me up with no effort and, me being me and having a weakness for muscles, smiled up at him admiring his strength in my own mind.
"You're pretty strong." I imagined that my face had a pretty stupid grin right around now…
"Umm, thanks." He was blushing a lot and I soon found the reason as we both looked down at out still-connected hands. Immediately letting go of his hand, I was so flustered I almost fall back again. Apologies kept spewing from my mouth, epically failing to explain myself.
"It's alright." He said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. A pink tint still spread across those marvelous checks. Having to stop myself before I started staring at him again, I let out a small, awkward chuckle to try and move on from the discomfort that was floating around in the air. Well, in perspective, it was just a bit amusing.
"What's funny?" He asked with a confused look on his face.
"Just the situation I guess." I gave him a genuine smile as I tried to reassure him. He still seemed a bit confused, so deciding that an explanation would help, I continued.
"Just the fact that, despite being a grown man, I got scared and fall to the floor just after hearing your voice." A blush rose to my checks from the embarrassment. He looked at me skeptically but decided to shine me a small smile.
"I suppose that is just a bit funny. Is there anything I can help you with?" That oh so beautiful man offered up another smile.
"Oh not really, I was just kind of looking around. The furniture in here is so beautiful! Do you design it?"
"Mmm. I make it too." The Swede offered.
"Really? That's so cool!" I probably looked like an overenthusiastic fan girl at this point…. Well, might as well try and introduce myself.
"I'm Tino by the way. Tino Väinämöinen. A bit of a mouthful, I know. It's Finnish, no further explanation needed." A small giggle escaped my mouth at the thought of non-Fin's trying to pronounce my name
"Berwald Oxenstierna." Berwald gave a small nod and continued, "Did you say you were Finnish? Are you from Finland?"
Excitedly nodding my head, I responded with a beam on my face. "I'm from Helsinki! My mother kind of sent me here so I could practice my Swedish. Even though I was already fluent before… I think she just wanted me out of her hair." Another chuckle came from my lips before adding, "Something about exploring the world, experiencing new things, meeting new people, and maybe even falling in love. You know how mothers can be." A slight blush appeared on both our checks at the mention of romance.
"Your Swedish is already pretty good." Berwald said, probably wanting to move away from the awkward topic.
"You think so? Thanks." My face growing an even deeper red by the second.
"Your Swedish is a lot better than my English. Every time tourists come in here, they all seem to have a difficult time understanding me." A small from showed up on his face.
"It can't be that bad." I replied.
"Y' w'nna b't?" Retorted the Swede, but found myself looking at him curiously.
"Well others might have a bit of trouble, but I can understand you just perfectly." Beaming up at him, I tried to reassure him that it really wasn't all that bad. It was actually kind of cute…
"Plus if they are American tourists, then I can see why they wouldn't understand you. They are pretty harsh and refuse to even try to understand anyone with a thick accent. They can be a bit rude sometimes. Back in Finland, my mother owns a bakery, and occasionally we get American Tourists. My mother's English isn't very good, her accent is also rather thick, and one time these groups of idiots came in and were being complete jerks! So I pretended to not know English and kept spewing insults at them in Finnish with a polite voice. The whole place was roaring with laughter! They just looked around really confused, so they ended up leaving! It was hilarious!" I let out a rather boisterous chuckle!
"Sounds a bit upsetting, I'd be mad if someone was picking at my mother too." He looked at me doubtfully as if he couldn't imagine me hurting a fly.
"I know! But back to you Berwald, your accent is not even that bad! I just think people's ears are full of cotton!" Berwald was probably thinking that I had a lot of energy to spare as I talked with such enthusiasm.
"I suppose. But even so, it'd be a lot easier if I had some help running the place. I'd need someone who's English is pretty good." He glanced over at me and, not being able to stop myself, couldn't help but blush. He did just look at me right?
"I-I could help out if you needed. I've kind of been looking around for something to do. I already have a job, so you don't need to pay me or anything. Your companionship is compensation enough!" A shy smile escaped my lips as the rouge on my face got slightly darker.
"You sure?" Berwald asked, the puzzled look he had on his face wad adorable!
Again nodding my head furiously, replied, "Even in this short time that we've talked, I've really enjoyed your company, Berwald." If it was even possible, my face turned an even darker shade of red before I opened my mouth to spew out more stupid things.
"To be honest, I think you're the only person I've really talked to here. Especially since I don't think talking to the butcher about the price of meat counts as a conversation…." A small jolt of laughter from both our mouths was released.
"Thanks, I like your company too." A blush was also apparent on his checks, and, did he just sneak a peek at me?
"If there's anything else you need help with, you can always just ask me and I'll be happy to help." Berwald turned an even deeper color of crimson as he openly offered his service to me. Now that I think about it, there was one that one thing…
"Anything?" I looked up at the Swede for conformation, who gave me a nod of his head. Beginning to fidget with my hands, nerves welled up inside my chest. Oh what the hell, since he was kind enough to offer, might as well and at least ask for his help!
"Well, you see, I've kind of been living in a hotel room since I've been here. Would you mind accompanying me to go house hunting?" He didn't give me a response, but did just the opposite and pursed his lips together while giving me a violent nod of his head. Maybe it was just the chill from the winter air, but his checks seemed to turn the brightest color of crimson as I took his hands in mine and looked up into his eyes exclaiming,
"Thank you so much! I really appreciate it!" To show how happiness growing in my chest, I grinned the widest my face would allow. I really did need to get out of that affordable hotel room; really I did, no, really…