A/N: Yellow there people! Ms. Mellow Yellow has hit me hard this week. No, I'm just kidding. I've actually had some er…trouble as well as another wave of gaming obsession with an urge to try to run from my stories. But eventually, writing this is my only way out to allow me to play more (mom thinks I'm doing homework and leaves me alone) so yes. Here I am…writing, just like I should have been. A week ago. When this was actually due. I was a bad girl. (-sits in a dark corner-) Well in many aspects I was a bad girl, and one of them…I shall tell you. I came up with ANOTHER story idea but I know I SHOULD'NT write it because I already put off another story to do this one. I think it'll just be a short one though. Maybe 2-3 shots and that's it. I personally think it's a really interesting concept though but I won't (try to) introduce it until much later. Anyways, going on…
P.S. – I didn't proofread this again. Maybe I'll do it later when I have time later, OR if anyone is willing to point out any obvious spelling, grammatical, or awkward errors, please do so. I appreciate all forms of criticism (so please help improve my grammar while you're at it) :D
Disclaimer: I'M TIRED OF THIS! LEAVE ME ALONE!! (-cries-)
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The Heartbreaker
Chapter 3: The Request
Rosette stared at the girl sitting in front of her, looking determinedly up at her. Her mind did a sudden double take as she stared back into eyes that could compare in brightness to her own.
"You want…you boyfriend back…?" she asked uncertainly. Mary nodded. "BACK?" she repeated, her eyes showing disbelief.
The pale girl scratched her head nervously and looked away.
"W-weeell," Mary dragged out. "Not necessarily."
Rosette puckered her lips thoughtfully. "What do you mean?"
Beginning to fidget, Mary readjusted herself in her chair and cleared her throat. This girl. She made her feel horribly intimidated. It was no wonder she was an expert in her own sense, and it was no joke either. The waitress was practically burning her questioning eyes through her forehead like some child intently trying to fry an ant with a magnifying glass.
"Well? What do you mean by not necessarily," she pushed on, tapping the table impatiently. Her poor, victimized client held her breathe and upon letting it go, she blurted everything as one word.
"Iwanthimbackwithme!"
Rosette smirked and tsk-ed, making her way to the other side of the table. Pulling the chair out, she sat down across from her flustered client. She raised her hand and hailed a co-worker over for two drinks before turning back to the other girl.
"So what's your exact request?" she inquired. "Actually, I want the story first."
"The story?"
"Yup. How it started, what happened, how it came to be, why you're here, etc., etc." she waved dramatically.
"Oh. Um…," she hesitated, wondering if she should really tell this complete stranger her life story. Maybe not her life story but it was definitely personal and absolutely important to her. "It started out when my parents met his parents through a transaction deal. Eventually, our families became close partners and then that was when we finally saw each other for the first time. It was love at first sight...or that's what I thought it was. We had good times and he really was a sweet guy but…," she sniffed. "One day, he told me it was over and continued working towards his goals, without me."
And she proceeded to babble on about what a great guy this "Chrono" was. All throughout the story, Rosette's head swam in the same thought. Obsession, obsession, obsession. Girl, you have an obsession. Ugh, shut up shut up shut up. She rolled her eyes and reached over to grasp the girl's hands.
"Ever thought that maybe you should let it go?" she asked kindly, her voice hinting a slight irritation. "Like maybe it really is over?"
"NO!" Mary shouted. "No, no. I love him. Please help me get him back."
Rosette sighed and shook her head.
"Please. PLEASE! I'll pay you anything, however much you want!"
Pushing the chair out, Rosette got off from her seat and pushed the chair back in place.
"I'm sorry Mary," she said. "I can't accept your request. You're talking to the wrong person. You'll have to find someone else for that."
She picked up her drink and nodded towards Mary's inclining that it was free of charge before turning around to head back inside.
"Wait! I'll seriously give you anything. I'll even pay for your food and housing."
Rosette froze, ears flicking. She wheeled around, stampeded up to the girl and slammed both her hands on the table, wide eyed.
"You'll do what?!" she cried.
The girl was taken aback at the sudden reaction, but repeated her form of payment.
"I'll pay for your things…for a week?"
"A year."
"A month."
"Deal."
Both girls grinned as they shook hands affirmatively.
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"Soooo…" Satella echoed, her impressed smile evident. "You got yourself a huge deal this time?"
"I hope so." Darryl replied, swirling his glass of juice. (a/n: For easier reading purposes, I've kept the names that the other characters see Rosette as)
"I see. That's good. So what does this job entail again?"
"Some girl wants her boyfriend, I mean ex-boyfriend back. Supposedly, he left her for no reason and personally, I'd say she must be blind if she can't see why he did what he did."
Satella cocked her head to the side, watching the boy tip his juice from time to time.
He continued as if feeling her confusion. "She's obviously a fanatic. Can't stop thinking about him probably. I think he just got scared off because of that, judging by first impressions. She seems kind of snobby if you ask me. The guy might actually be some high class jerk who dropped her for some other chick but he also seems normal from the way she described him too. Ah well, I'll just give her a huge bill when she pays up."
The redhead placed a hand on top of Darryl's glass to fully settle it back on the counter.
"Stop that. You keep making me think that you're actually drinking wine or something," she frowned.
"Something wrong with that?" he smirked, but thought otherwise when he saw her face. He exhaled and downed the last sip. "It's only three weeks away you know. You better get me a present." Darryl pinched her cheek lightly, yet hard enough to squeeze the blood into that one spot and redden it. She puffed out her cheek and shook his hand off.
"As if brat. I'm not the one who's getting a huge limitless paycheck for a month."
"Oh? Then I'm assuming you want something out of it?" he teased.
Satella turned around, rustling around for something, and then turned back. She slapped a four foot-long list down right by his glass and tapped at it.
"Your unpaid tabs."
"Ah crap. You really kept tabs on my meals?" Satella crossed her arms and nodded triumphantly.
She rubbed her fingers together expectantly. "Time to pay up buster."
Darryl, in turn, slapped air into her outstretched hand and smiled at her.
"I don't get paid in ACTUAL money you know. My things are just paid for and that's that."
Satella growled a "Fine!" and rolled up the long receipt. She shoved it back into colorful mug with her name printed artistically on it. Darryl watched her jam the thick roll of paper until a whimper escaped his lips. She looked over her shoulder to see his eyes blown up to the size of a begging puppy dog's.
"Aww, that's what you use the mug I gave you for?" he whined.
"What else should it be used for?!" she huffed as he turned away mumbling dejectedly. "Did you actually expect me to drink out of this lump of earth?"
"…yes."
She grimaced at the sight of his quivering lips and kept her mouth shut. Looking down at the cup, she ended up distorting her face even more but realized that even if the cup didn't actually look like a cup, a gift was after all…a gift. It couldn't be helped though, as the cup looked like someone had smashed their flower pot, glued it together the wrong way with cow manure, and then tried to paint on it with nail polish. Guess that was pretty mean of me, she thought, bearing in mind that Darryl might be artistically challenged.
They sat in silence while Satella set the pot-like structure down and turned her attention to a bumbling man who looked like he'd had enough drinks for that night. It seemed like the night had suddenly taken a dreary twist. Darryl's life force appeared to have been nearly sucked clean from his body whereas Satella's face darkened and the bags under her eyes, which had not been there a moment ago, grew and sagged down her weary face. Loud talking in the bar began to quiet down to a low hum and several glasses could be heard clinking somewhere in the back area. The clock above Satella ticked softly as the second hand flicked onto the number 8 and the hour hand slowly inched closer to the 2.
The slim boy laid his head into the crook of his arms and sighed deeply.
"What do I do Ella?" She looked over at Darryl in surprise.
"What do you mean what do you do?" she asked. "Did you just poop your pants or something?"
With his face still muffled in his arms, Darryl shook his head.
"…I took it."
"Huh?"
"I took the request…"
"Isn't that a good thing?" she said, trying to cheer him up. "I mean you're going to get a huge reward for it, aren't you?"
"I can't do it. She wants to be together with him. I break up people, not reunite them." A gurgle resonated in his throat as he flipped up his head and looked pleadingly at her. "What should I do?"
Satella opened her mouth for a second, and closed it. She opened it again, but thought better of it and closed it again. The plump man in front of her hiccupped and pushed his cup towards her for another refill. Gingerly plucking the glass from him, she tried to avoid his mindless, wandering hand.
"C'mon, what kind of policy do you have if you don't keep it huh?" she poked him. Darryl snapped at her fingers before retreating back into the den between his arms. Satella placed her hands on her hips and breathed out, readying her usual pep talk. "Ok, how about this. What's going to happen if you fail?"
"…"
"Hm? What was that?"
"….."
"I can't hear you. Speak up."
"…!"
"I said speak up!" she growled and bopped him hard on the head. Darryl's head shot up.
"I'LL LOSE MY JOB!!" he bellowed, slamming his fists onto the table. Satella backed up grinning, making sure to take in the moments she made drilling him.
"And what if you lose your job?"
"That's a what if. I don't do what if's."
"No present then."
"I'll be broke, can't pay my rent, and be forced to live on the streets like a pauper," he recited in a dead monotonous tone.
"Good. Now if you live like a pauper with no money and no home, what do you think being moneyless means?" she asked on. His eyes widened and he made a grabbing motion at her.
"N-No food…?!"
She nodded gravely. "Exactly. Now-"
"Okay." Satella stopped and pretentiously gave him a quizzical look.
"Okay what?"
"I'll ace the job!" Darryl grinned. His stomach suddenly gave out a giddy burst of energy and vigor rushed back into his body.
"That's a good boy now!" Satella hollered proudly. Forgetting about her customer, she slammed the full glass of beer down on his outstretched hand, sloshing the amber liquid down his front, and received just as lively a holler back in response. She giggled flippantly until she opened her eyes and perked up at a shadow walking towards the counter. At this hour, most of the lights were turned off due to lack of customers and she couldn't make out his face, but instantly knew it was his first time here. She waved over Darryl's head. "Hello there! You must be new here, I assume."
Darryl, who was still full of zest and still "giggling", looked up at Satella waving at someone behind him.
"Hm? A newwy?" he asked. He stretched his arms out tiredly as he spun around in his stool.
When the guy opened the double doors and entered at the nod of the larger bouncer on the left. He stuck his freezing hands into his weather worn jacket and breathed in the warm, slightly stuffy air. Looking ahead, he saw the bar, the brightest spot in the whole building, and observed the interesting revelry between two girls. The pretty one behind the counter was extremely pretty and practically model material, while the other, whom he could only see the back of, was as slim as the redhead but had short, blond, chaotically gelled hair. As he drew nearer to the two giggling girls, he noticed the blond had a deep set voice, possibly manly. The redhead smiled and waved at him, but in his current mood, did not have the same drive as she did and thus, did not respond or even smile back. He was about to seat himself on the other side of the blonde away from the drunkard snoring on the counter when she spun around and completely whacked him in the face with her arm. And as fate would have it, the sullen male's left arm had accidentally shot out and grabbed the girl at the waist as an instinct to not only save himself from falling, but as a bodily response to the pain. They both fell heavily; one forward, the other backward.
"Darryl!" Satella cried, peering over the counter.
The mysterious man groaned under the full burden of the body on top of him.
Darryl…?
"Owww. Sorry about that," squirmed that masculine voice again.
The new guy blinked up at the girl rubbing her eyes, or what he thought was a girl. He blushed, absolutely embarrassed when he didn't feel even the slightest hint of soft "lumps" any female could at least scrounge out from puberty. He couldn't believe it. This tiny person on top of him was a guy. He was checking out…a guy.
Satella ducked under the slab that kept her behind the counter to survey the scene and clasped her hand over her mouth.
"Oh…" she whispered, flushing slightly at the sight of…well, a guy lying on top of another.
Darryl finished clearing his tired eyes and looked down at the person who pulled him down. His stomach lurched and his face drained of all the color it gained during his short celebration. Not only was he lying on top of some random handsome guy, but he had his arm around…his waist. But that wasn't the first thing that caught his eyes. He gulped, gazing down into swirling, golden-like orbs with several misplaced violet strands of hair overlaying his eyelids.
-End Chapter 3-
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A/N: Well! I very much apologize again for the REALLY slow update. I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter because in a way, I just BSed it (-sweatdrops-). Ahem, so…I don't have much to say but I'll leave you guys with a preview of the next chapter of what I don't even know what I'm writing for it. Bluntly put? I'm just going to put a preview to keep you guys waiting for the heck of it, but I don't even know if that's what I'm really going to write (-laughs nervously-). I'm sure I can think of something so please read and review to keep this authoress giddy :)
Chapter 4: TBA (Still thinking of a title)
Rosette has run into a slightly gay (happy people, HAPPY!) moment but recovers quickly. That is until that one guy invites her to a little lunch brunch at the lovely café across the street to apologize for the incident earlier and as a hand towards offered friendship. With a new friend on hand as well as a humongous secret to keep, what can she do to keep herself straight…when it means she has to be gay?!