Oh wow. Never has it taken me so long to update a story. The bad thing is that my story has been waiting in my computer forever. Please forgive me all of you; I'm so sorry! However, I feel as if my school work and family life should come first...and it was a very dramatic time in my life. I always thought that I was the type of person to not get stress...ah well here is your long waited last chapter!
"Class," my teacher half sang the next day. "I've hung up your baby picture projects so feel free to look at them." She walked over to the board and stood in front of it. "Some of you are really learning a lot. Good Job!" She ended with that allowing the class the rest of the bell to look at the other project.
I stayed at my desk wanting to avoid the crowd gathering at the board. I had other things to do anything. I pulled out my math book and began working on an extremely complicated problem.
"We didn't have homework did we?"
I looked up. "No."
"Oh, hey, where's yours?" Horohoro was staring back at both me and the board so quickly that I could see blue streaks forming by his head.
"It's up there," I replied. It really was, it just wasn't the one that he made. Yesterday before my teacher collected the assignment, I taped my baby picture, which I found buried underneath all of my unwanted items, onto my back up project. I let her collect that project and I kept the one Horo wrote for me.
His eyes scanned the board again. "I don't see it." His eyes opened wider. "Unless that's it." He pointed at a little boy with two missing holes where teeth used to be in his smile. A red shirt that was too large for him hung over his legs allowing only a little bit of his black pants to show. The shirt wasn't large enough, however, to enough to cover up the toes that were standing on tip toes as an attempt to be taller than the table next to him where a panda bear doll was laying.
I muttered a small "Yes."
"Aw!" I flinched at his reaction the picture was the only one I could find. "Who knew you could look so...innocent." His eyes squinted as he read the text under the picture. "But that's not the one I wrote." He turned his eyes to me expecting an answer.
"I didn't want to use yours." He raised an eyebrow and sat on my desk.
"Why not?"
I thought about it. Why not? Maybe since I was too touched by the words, his words, to give it up. It was cause I was selfish and only wanted the words for myself. They were directed to me anyways.
"Hey!" His hand moved side to side in front of his face, "Why not!"
"Oh...I wanted...to keep it," I said each word with a growing embarrassment
Around us the class was screaming, laughing, picking at the pictures on the board, but between the two of us, it was quiet. The silence was enough to take my embarrassment and make me blush.
"Well," he said as he ran his hand through the spikes of his hair. "Why?"
I blinked, my face still growing red. "It was...sweet."
He smiled. "Really! I thought that you didn't like it and wanted to keep it to throw knives at it or burn it or something." I couldn't help but chuckle. "So...what did you think?"
Besides that it was sweet? I thought that it was amazing. For one thing I didn't know that he could write so well in English. For another, it made me feel...special. A love confession written in the form of a homework assignment, who would've thought? "I think...that the person who loves me is really something. I also happen to know that I feel the same the same way."
"How do you know who it was," he questioned.
I rolled my eyes. "It's you isn't it."
He chuckled, "Well yeah."
"I thought so." He leaned toward me, face close enough for our lips to touch. "That was the other thing that I forgot to write. You're so sure of yourself. It's damn sexy." As he spoke, I could feel his breath on mine, but I wanted more. I wanted his lips. I leaned towards him wanting to meet him halfway. My eyes hovered shut. So close, our lips almost touching...
Then, of course, he pulled way ticking his tongue in a way that showed disapproval but not disappointment. "We're still in school," he teased. So instead of getting my kiss, I got an arm thrown lazily across my waist, staying there, holding me. "I started to describe you and then I felt that I should tell you that I loved you." I leaned into his arms simply amazed at how a project could change our relationship. "Which I guess was a good thing since now I know that you love me back."
"What would you have done if I rejected you," I questioned curious to know the answer.
He shrugged. "I guess I wouldn't have cared and I would've continued as if nothing was wrong. I would've gotten you sooner or later." He pulled me closer to his body with his one arm. "What would you have done if I never written that paper?"
"I would've written my own paper and wait."
"That's all? You wouldn't have taken the offensive?"
"That's a weird way to put it but no. I wouldn't have. You should really learn to be patient, Horohoro."
"If I was patient than we wouldn't be doing this, would we?" he had a good point but I didn't like being proved wrong.
We sat there, him holding me, looking at the baby pictures from the back of the class. Then I noticed a baby boy who looked very similar to the one next to me. I raised my arm pointing to the boy who had his blue hair plastered over his forehead lying down in a pile of snow. That was Horo all right. "Is that you?"
"Yeah."
I smiled loving the words that were about to come out of my mouth. "What an ugly baby."
"...what!"
There! I am done for you all! I really enjoyed writing this fic, especially the pictures in general, and felt that I just had to end with something...something that had bite to it. Besides, no one can make snappy remarks like Ren can! I can imagine what goes on from there, can you? Review for me please? Thank you for your patience and for reading Baby Pics!
