You may find out I am weird, but you may never find out what is it weird about me.
Location: England, Durham, Coffee Shop
Time: 3:17 PM
"Are you sure about this...? I don't really like coffees..." Arthur muttered as I pulled him over to the table.
"I'll guarantee you'll love it!" I smiled.
We sat down as a waiter walked towards us. "Coffee for two please," I stood up snatched before Arthur could say anything. Arthur only stared helplessly as I proceeded to order food and other stuff - no tea of course.
As I sat down once again, I folded my arms in a business-like manner.
"So, you like tea...?" I asked stupidly, not knowing what else to say.
"Yeah, tea, especially red tea... I mean, I never said I hated coffee, I just..." he muttered the last few words quickly, and I could not catch what he said.
"Why not coffee?"
Arthur paused, and looked down a bit. I thought he looked sad, and wondered whether I said the right thing.
"Um... Did I say... anything wrong?" I asked more carefully this time.
"Nothing... It's nothing!" he blushed and looked up. "It's just that... Someone whom I used to love a lot but betrayed me...Likes coffee..."
"Eh-Eh? Sorry for such question!" I apologised immediately. So he do love someone before, such a lucky girl. He's quite hot... But who would betray him...? How? "Oh, and, um, this place sells red tea, do you want it? I can ask for you..." I trailed.
Arthur shook his head. "Nevermind, I guess I might try coffee for once."
Wow. I wonder what he is really like... That meeting a month ago caused us to feel a feeling of deja vu, or simply, I feel like I had met him before, so I went up to him and asked him so, even mentioning my name to him. However, the weird thing was, he knew nothing about me, though he said he might had met me before. Weird man. Also, he does everything gently, and often says about he being a gentleman.
"Ivy?"
"Oh? Er, yes,what is it?" I replied quickly.
"Nothing, you looked spaced out there just now," he replied as the waiter brought our coffees. Then he stopped. And stared at the cup. I giggled a bit. Let's see how he will drink this...
Location: School hostel
Time: 5:43
I sighed and immediately after that, slumped onto the bed. Who cares if it's messy, I'm tired. The room's empty, everyone else was outside. Who cares, I'm practically alone all my life, I'm an orphan...
Slowly, I drifted off...
Who was that?
"... Ivy... Her name's Ivy Ajax... Rare name..."
Arthur Kirkland? That's his voice... My name?
I turned into the corner, but backed away immediately as I saw some people having a conversation. None of them saw me...
"England-san, I remember that name..."
What? England? What 'san'? That sounds like that country's way of speaking... What's that country's name... I wanted to cover my ears, but I can't...
"No, that time it's not that name... It was something else, I believe..."
"It can't be, we obviously don't know who's she. Get us a photo of her."
Who? Me?
…
"I can't simply do that, it's too hard..."
What's going on?
…
I jolted awake. What was that? A bad dream? Who're they?
I should keep my mind off this...
Standing up shakily, I decided to make myself something to drink. I glanced over the table.
Darn. Nothing. Oh well, I guess water should do.
As I took a plastic cup and filled it, my mind went back straight to the weird dream. That voice sounds like Arthur. But someone was calling him England. England-san, to be exact. Is that... Oh, I remember, my roomate from Japan calls people with that accent. They say it's a form politeness to call people 'san' or sometimes 'kun' or 'chan' or whatever. But seriously, calling Arthur England? What was that all about now?
My mind slowly went to my 3 other roomates. They're quite rich, having all from other countries of the world. Sakura's the one from Japan, she says her name means some some sort of flower in Japan. Maria, on the other hand, says she comes from this place called 'Prussia', but I simply suspect it's Germany, she's always speaking German. And there's another one called Monika, Maria's sister. Unlike Maria, Monika simply says she's from Germany and she's very different from Maria in terms of attitude. However, if you observe them closely, they're also quite similar. Like, you should see the difference between hers and ours clothings. Theirs are neatly folded while... Um, I don't think I should say about it.
Now that I think of it...
Arthur's from England...
I'll meet him again somehow soon...
Alright. I can say I may have made millions of mistakes in Grammer in the story, correct me, do whatever you want.
