[Author's note]
A friend told me that my tenses are mixed up. I'm trying to fix that, but apparently it seems to be my worst part of the language. I hope it won't bother readers. In any case, I'm extremely grateful if you could point out my mistakes so that I could fix them.
Thank you, and enjoy the story.
Chapter 1 : Beautiful Dress
The bride giggled as dazzling as could be when she said the final 'I do', letting her man know that he has got the best he had ever wished. Gentle pastel coloured their reception hall, bouquets that queues from the front door glamouring the couples' union. The bride wore a flamboyant fluffy white dress with yellow lining while the groom wore some probably expensive same looking tuxedo men usually wear.
I wound have it A-cut. Definitely. White, straight, following my curves would be some sweet pink, no, maybe red, or green lining. Just straight up elegant. None of these pastel fluorescent fantasy colours.
"What are you watching?" asked Agasa, suddenly emerging from his lab after the many hours of dedication on his cute little research hobbies.
"Nothing. Lady stuffs," I replied looking over the couch to confirm his presence.
"It's still too early for you to think of marriage, Haibara," commented Agasa after peaking at the television.
"Though I'm sure you'll be a pretty bride when the time comes. And I'll be very sad," he added, sulking at his own thoughts.
Hn.
Naturally, that was replied with a smirk. The remark made me happy though. I guess I'm just not the sweet kind of girl full of rainbows and smiles.
"Don't be ridiculous," I said, switching the television off, "Dinner's on the table. I'm going to take a shower first. You can eat without me".
"It's fine. We'll eat together. I'll sort out some of those piled up letters while waiting," the old professor said as he retreated back to his office.
We were hyping over Higo and his team leading in the season's league when Agasa suddenly brought up earlier conversation.
"You know I'd be totally supportive of whoever you might want for a partner in life later on, right?" he asked.
I sigh. What brought this topic on? Is he giving me a lecture because I'm a Higo fan?
"You see, you have a childhood to enjoy before that sort of stuff. So… what I meant is… I mean… do you have thoughts on getting married?" came the next bomb of question.
"Woah there mister. I was watching a show that was coincidentally covering about marriage to-day. I have no such plans. I'm a kid, remember? Still figuring multiplication tables in maths," I replied.
Damn. Should have stopped at 'no plans'.
"Yeah. Well. Yes. I know it's complicated about you. Since you're not really a kid. And since – I mean – since you're, don't take this wrong Haibara, but you're a girl, so probably you think of these stuff –" struggled Agasa trying his best to word his concern.
"Professor, don't worry. I like being a kid. It's a fresh start. But you're right on that – I'm not really a kid. So you don't have to be concerned about me having some teenage rage or anxiety, or some climatic desire for affection. Also, I'm was a mad scientist, remember? My research was the only thing on my mind," I assured him.
Was. For a woman in her 20s, the pressure have not yet gotten to me but I sure do have the wants. Mostly for the dress.
Agasa accepted my reasoning and changed the subject to one of his inventions. Seems that he was still stuck on the mechanism of one of his latest design. It can't seem to be molded the way he sketches them. So we resumed our dinner with the topics of precision in the chemicals combination for good molding technique.
As I went to bed that night, I dreamt of Higo scoring the winning goal and cheekily came to me with a sunflower bouquet. He drove an antique Benz and after some recaps of his game, he stopped at my house, commented on how he'd like to see his sporty girl wear a nice dress and then handed a wrapped gift. When he left, I ran inside, ignoring the questioning look in my odd parents, and the knowing giggle of my sister as I past her by the stairs, into my room and unwrapped Higo's gift. It was a beautiful lime-coloured dress, with reflecting edges. It's a perfect strolling under the sunshine sort of dress but the dull reflection gives the moonlight effect of the night. I wore it greedily, enjoying the fabric brushing against my skin. Grinning from ear to ear, I went by the mirror to admire the perfection. A generous dimension of the dress draped itself on the floor because I was too short. I was too little, the supposed to be curves now just flapped its bagginess. I was too much of a kid to wear such fine clothing.
Then I woke up.
Dress. Higo. Higo, huh. Is he becoming an obsession? Oh well, it's not like I'm the only girl with a crush on a football player. It's normal.
I went back to my restless sleep, hoping that the kids in school would have something interesting going on the next day. At least they would be able to come out with the most ridiculous ideas to be turned into adventures. That should be fun.