R: I am trying to catch up with this, but things are looking bleak.
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Chapter 3: confrontation with dismay
Rico's pov
I don't know why I have this strange feeling in my gut. It feels so sensitive and mushy. I thought I hated those feelings. But every time I am around dismay I get that feeling again. That sensitive, caring, sweet feeling. Maybe I like her more than a friend.
She's so pretty. Her beautiful feathers reaching out across the distance. Her dark pink eyes. They stare at you like stars in the midnight sky. I wonder, did I always have this feeling for her. Well she was so sweet. She loved playing pranks as well. She was sort of like Julian.
I think I need to tell her how I feel. But will she feel the same way? Well I can't just sit around here, and do nothing about it. I slowly get up from the HQ floor. I walk outside because dismay had gone to her favorite spot in the park.
Near the fountain it was. It was a bush hidden behind the fountain. I'm not sure why she stayed there. Every time she felt sad, angry, or confused she would go to this spot.
I walked past the fountain and stared at the bush when a thought overcame me. Wait if that's why she comes here than that means she's unhappy! I quickly bolted into the bush. I was met by a pair of dark pink eyes staring at me.
"Rico why are you here" she said franticly as she hid something behind her back. "Help" I said with as much normalness as I could. I was bursting with intensifying flames that burned my insides.
"Help me with what" she asked. "Sad" I asked her. "Um well I can't keep a secret from you" she said slowly as she looked down to the green ground. "Rico I admit it I am a bit sad" she said. "Why" I ask her. "Well it's about the Christmas party" she said. She kept saying more, but my ears stop listening when she said Christmas party.
Did she want to kiss someone else? Maybe it is because I can't talk. Or maybe she likes private; I've seen the way she looks at him. Maybe I didn't deserve her. She was too sweet and considerate. I always pick up a crowbar or chainsaw and expect an answer to come. My parents told me to rely on actions and impulses instead of emotions and kindness.
Though they died that way as well. I felt something slap me across the face. I look up to dismay. "Sorry rico, but the least you could do is listen" she said with tears coming down her cheeks. Oh no I thought to myself. I can't belief I made her cry.
Dismay looked down and pulled the thing behind her out from her back. It was a wooden plaque with some sort of picture in it. I looked over her shoulder to see the photo. It was a penguin, but not just any penguin. This penguin had a Mohawk with a scar, and baby blue eyes. It looked sort of like me.
"Who that" I asked her. She jumped in surprise at my voice. "Rico I thought you were in lala land" she said hiding the picture again. "Sorwy" I said with as much enthusiasm as I could manage. "This penguin in this picture is someone real special to me" she said pulling it back out.
"What happened" I asked her. "Well nothing really; I think you might know him quite a bit" she said giggling. I cast a confused look to her. "He's really close to you" she said trying to give me some hints. I pondered that statement. Someone real close to me. "Private" I said with less enthusiasm. "No silly it's you" she said with a shy smile. "Oh" I said when realization caught me.
"You know rico, you're funny and cute" she said with a giggle. Funny I might be, but cute. My scar was anything but cute. "Why" I asked her. "Why what" she asked me; her eyes turning me on with crystal light. "Why cute" I asked her.
"You're cute because your eyes look like a lake that's been burning in an afterlife" she said her eyes turning to dream-like state. "Your feathers rise and fall like a puff of smoke just setting into orbit" she said. "Your Mohawk makes you look like one of those southwestern boys" she said.
"Then there's your scar…" she said her voice drowning out like an opera. "Then what" I asked her. "Your scar makes you look like a real army man, a true soldier; others may not think your scar is cute, but I do" she said finishing her statement.
She looked over to me. She had shock in her eyes. She probably expected me to run because of my love sensitivity, but someone actually thought my scar was cute. I smiled softly at her. "Rico your still here" she said.
I looked at her softly. "Uh-huh" I said as I leaned in. then I put my beak on hers. I looked at her. Her eyes were wide as the sky. But then she kissed back.
I am the luckiest penguin in the world…
R: what do you think now? Rico might be a bit oc but oh well. It's my story so I leave it at that. The next chapter will be up tomorrow.