Girl-of-Action updated! Run for your life, its the apocalypse! *screams of terror as people run in small circled, flailing their arms wildly*
On a more serious note, hello everyone! Long time no update, heh. ^^;; I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed/favorited/followed since I left. When I returned to see all of it, I was honestly stunned and honored! So, without further ado, here is chapter four. :)
You clear your throat finally, feeling discontented, like a statue out for display. "The swelling has gone down." You observe, voice firm in an effort to make it clear you wished to be let go.
"That it has," is the chirpy reply, with his seemingly ever-present friendly grin. He seems oblivious to your intent.
Time to make it more clear then. Setting a hand on his wrist, you stare at him in the eyes with determination. Your cousin was waiting for you after all and you needed to get back to her before she got herself into trouble, the poor, ditzy girl. "I need to find some tape to wrap them together." Motion vaguely with your left hand to your index and middle finger. "And I need to get back to Ally."
One of his blond eyebrow arch up, perhaps in surprise or bemusement at the steel behind your words. Unknown to him you guessed, Ally was more like a sister to you than a cousin. "Of course." Then out of apparently no where he produces duct tape. Pink duct tape.
You blink. Was everything this fella own brightly colored? Mumbling your thanks you take hold of it with your left hand and taking out some purple, plastic scissors you had spotted earlier in one of the drawers, you proceed to cut off a generously sized piece. You wrap it around your injured finger and middle finger, concentrating wholly on this delicate operation with tongue unknowingly, slightly sticking out to the side.
Once this task is completed you look up to see the blond taking something out of the oven, wearing cherry red cooking gloves. Setting it on a place mat above he takes off his gloves and picks up a cupcake, you realize, humming as he sets each on a nearby large, purple plate. He also closes the oven door with his knee and a slight /clink/ sound.
Upon realizing that you were staring, you open your mouth to thank him for everything and make your exit. He beat you to it, though says the opposite. "No need to thank me, poppet..."
A shrug from you. "Maybe no need, but I want to."
"Well then..." He pauses in his work for a moment to look up at you with pleading, light blue eyes. "If your truly want to thank me you could do it by helping me decorate these cupcakes." The expression he made wasn't like any forced, puppy dog eyes your cousin made. It looked sincere, sad, lonely, yet the smile still plastered on his face, like he was so used to wearing that happy mask that he forgot it was still donned...
You find yourself pitying the man. He probably was having a hard time in college, if he still went, as did almost all those who were unique, who stood out. He definitely did both. An apologetic smile from you, as you shift your stance a bit. "My cousin..." You mumble in worry automatically and he hears it.
A flash of something enters his eyes for a brief moment, but its gone a second later. "Isn't the security positively the best?" Is the question, tone dripping with sweetness and reason. One hand is places on the white marble counter and his nails tap against it lightly, rhythmically.
Think of the guards posted at every door, every arch way and find yourself nodding in confirmation. "Yeah," is the pensive admittance.
"And isn't your cousin a big girl now?" One blond eyebrow archs up some in a questioning manner.
Take a deep breath. "You're right, I'm being pretty ridiculous. I'll text her and tell her I'll be a few minutes." As promised, you remove your IPhone from your shirt pocket.
"Oh, goody!" Your companion exclaims, clapping some before going to the fridge and removing the colored icing. They were in tubes, you notice absently as you begin to text Ally, in several different flavors and colors, bright colors that is. No surprise there.
After explaining to Ally where you were and what you would be doing, you request that she meets with you at the stack of chairs after your done. She agrees with happy face emoticon and a tease, saying that if you start to have some fun with your mystery boy to be sure to invite her. You roll your eyes in amusement at reading this and respond with a simple, 'Sure, but nothing like /that/ is going to happen.' This is returned with a pouting emoticon and the message of 'your no fun!' Another roll of your eyes as you put your phone away, deciding not to reply this time.
Walking back to the counter, you find a few icing tubes set before you. Pick one up, treating it like a deadly, foreign object as you held it with you left hand's thumb and index finger. You never were into arts in crafts or cooking, only doing the latter when it was absolutely necessary since you no lived on your own in the States. An amused chuckle from your companion, and you find your face heating up slightly as you quickly begin your first design on a cupcake that you suspected to be vanilla flavoring.
A few minutes later your ears pick up the sound of humming. Your companion was starting up that tune from earlier. It was a catchy tune in a cute, twinkle twinkle little star type of way. Every once and a while if you listened very closely you could hear his soft voice sing a few lyrics. Something about a Miss Lucy not giving a bunny and a tea party. You find yourself humming along.
He sets down the white icing tube he was using to look up at you, short blond hair just covering one eye and fond smile in place.
Stop in embarrassment, clearing your throat.
"Oh, don't stop on my account!" He pouts. You mumble something incoherent even to you as you continue making a sun design on one cupcake.
The Brit sighs in disappointment, now quiet as he worked. Feeling guilty, you pip up rather awkwardly. "So, do you live around here or...?"
"Oh, yes!" He responds brightly, in obvious good humor again and you marvel at his ability to switch countenances so swiftly. "Just moved in!"
"Cool," is you lame reply, shifting your weight from one foot to another in a bit of restlessness.
"And you?"
"Huh?"
"Did you just move near here?"
"Oh," you say in understanding, rubbing your neck sheepishly. "No, just visiting my cousin."
"You seem awfully close to her," he comments lightly, delicately as he sets another finished cupcake back on the purple plate.
"Her family moved to the States for awhile when she was five and stayed until she was sixteen. Their house was only a few block from my own so we naturally became child-hood friends, by prompting from our parents."
"Naturally," he repeats lightly, voice free of any emotion besides that of friendly interest.
This conversation went on for a few minutes, every time you prod the mystery man for information he'd drop a crumb of information before some how always turning the conversation around again. All you had found out thus far was that he just moved here and he has a large family. One older sister, three older brothers, one younger sister and two younger brothers. His mother had passed away, but his father was still around apparently and... That was all you knew. On the other hand, you felt as though you had told him your whole life story, though you were careful not to give your last name, address or anything of the sort.
Give a satisfied sigh as you put down the last of your cupcakes you were given to decorate. Look up, childishly proud of your work only for the expression to melt away in astonishment. Your silly designs and pictures were nothing compared to his. /His/ was art. Among was creations was a few inches tall cherry tree on one cupcake and several, perfectly made one inch flowers on another. While gaping at this, said companion runs over to your collection, cooing and calling them things like 'adorable'. Feeling mocked, even against your better judgement, you step back grimacing. "Yeah, well... Cya."
Realizing your thoughts her quickly steps forward, grabbing your uninjured hand. "It's not any flamboyant flare to something that makes it lovely, but the love and heart put into it."
Any other guy and you'd laugh out loud as such a cheesy pick up line... But with him, it didn't seem to be a line for flirting at all, it seems sincere, you determine, one again against you better judgement. You smile warmly. "Thank you."
He lets go of you hand. "No need to thank me," The colorfully dressed blond states flippantly, waving one hand some in a dismissive manner.
"Maybe not need to, but I want to." You jokingly repeat your words from earlier and he gives a pleased chuckle/giggle.
Go to wash off your hands as he moves on to a large white mixing bowl, probably to make another batch of cupcakes. He takes out an unlabeled, black bottle out of the cabinet, measuring it with the help of the measuring cup and pouring whatever it was into the mixing bowl.
"Whats that?" You inquire curiously.
He glances at you, winking. "My secret ingredient," He purrs happily.
When he doesn't go on, you decide to leave it at that. "Alright, well, been nice talking to ya." You say honestly.
"Feeling is mutual, sweets." Is his pleasant rejoinder, stepping away from the mixing bowl and walking over to you, gripping your good hand lightly. Some of the icing smudged on his hands was rubbing off of your own that you just washed, but you really don't care. "Perhaps we can chat more later?"
A small pause from you. "Sure," you agree without much thought.
"Excellent!" He exclaims joyfully, leading you toward the kitchen door and opening for you.
Let go of his hand and walk through. "Until later, then."
"Until later, poppet."
