HEY EVERYONE I'M ALIVE! :U
*immediately brick'd*
I know, this should've come up a long time ago. In my defense, I couldn't think of anything, and I was busy with my other story. BUTTT, my awesome buddy, Quinn Fiberoptic, gave me a LOT of good ideas, so if I procrastinate again it's because I'm busy with my other story. Seriously, having two chapter stories to maintain at the same time is HARD. -_-
Tabby-tan: Heh, okey. :3
EnharmonicAngel: YESH I HELPED! :D I think algebra should crawl in a pit and DIE. The only career using algebra is an algebra teacher. Seriously.
Rose Thourn: Thanks! I LOVE Liechtenstein, she's so adorable. Switzie is adorkable. :3
Canadagirl52: *blush* *Prussia* Hey! *pouting* *Mem* Oh, shut up, Gilly...o/o Thanks!
LadyoftheLake13: Thanks! Okey. You've probably already finished by now. I should really update more. XD
Me Squared: Heh, yeah. I have this weird gift of humor-filled-awkwardness. I try to mix it in with the serious-ness, but when that fails, you get it in the AN's. :3 Aw...*hugs* Some people are stupid, I'm just glad to help.
Why, yes. Yes they are. :3
AccessBlade: O/U/O Fankyew~ Heh, yesh, I need to work on that...we'll see how well I do this chapter!
AILOVE-withcake: Fankyew~ o3o
Hetalia-EnglandthePirate: Why, yes. Yes I am. o3o
Quinn Fiberoptic: Thanks! :3 XD You should focus more on your friends. Although, this was like, a month ago, last I updated. XD
Art and Soul: Almost end of June now! I should update this more! XD Me and mah procrastination...*shakes head*
ZeldaLove Akira-Chan: Yesh, she is~ *high five* Good for you! You show them! :3
Kitana Lunara: Your welcome! I just like to help people. Makes me feel useful. :3
xxxWARGIRLxxx: *hive five* You go, girl! :) I don't have many friends, either, but only because I'm kinda a little bit sociophobic. Maybe. ^_^; It varies. On the internet, everyone is my friend. Then I get at school, and I'm all "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU WITHIN THREE FEET OF ME? :U"
EqualDemise731: Yeah. Some people just need a good talking to, then they're scared off. :D
Anon: Fankyew~ So, I had a lot of debating about whether or not I should do that...Because I'm a Christian, and it's kind of bad, in my eyes, but I'm not homophobic. My best friend was, and he was the absolute first person who made me feel welcome, and he helped me make other friends. But, I eventually decided that I would, and I'd mix other reasons to why he's being picked on, like his accent, scary looks, and stuff. :3
Cryers Cross-Save-My-Soul: ...Wow...If they were really your friends, they wouldn't pick on you like that. *hugs* Hugs are freaking duct tape, okay? :)
Any-Chan: Heh heh, yeah. I'mma try to work on that. ^_^;
Wow. That's long. o.o
*Prussia* That's what she said~~ Kesesese~~~
*Mem* GOT THE FREAK OUT OF MY AUTHOR'S NOTE! *weilds a frying pan*
*Prussia* *screams and runs away*
Heh, so, yeah. Before I forget, I've think the victims for the next few chapters will be Italy, Norway, Sweden, Hungary/ Austria, and S. Korea. Maybe or maybe not in that particular order. Depends on what mood I'm in.
Alright-y, I'll shut up now. o3o
By-standing: verbal
"Rawr!" Feli Vargas shrieks as she jumps up behind Ludwig Belishmidt. Said German jumps violently, losing his page in his book.
"Feli," he scolds, "You scared me!"
Feli tosses her long red ponytail over her shoulder and plops happily on the seat next to the blonde boy. "I thought you weren't scared of anything!" she says, taking his hand. Ludwig blushes and untangles his fingers from her's.
"How's this: You startled me," Ludwig corrects, opening his book again. Feli bends over, trying to see the cover. How to deal with Italians: Sisters.
"Why are you reading that?" Feli asks. Ludwig doesn't answer for a minute.
"I'm, uh, learning how to be better...friends...with you and your sister," he finally says. Feli doesn't notice the pause, chirps, "Oh, okay~!", and begins poking Ludwig's slicked-back hair.
"What do you do to make it like this?" she asks, running her fingers back across his head. Ludwig blushes deeper at her touch, but he doesn't make her stop.
"Hairspray..." he answers. "I just don't like it in my face." Finally, he gently shakes his head, and Feli pulls her hands away. She sits still for a minute, then pokes Ludwig's face.
"Will you play football with me?" she asks. Even with her eyes half-closed, she looks hopeful.
"Nein. I'm reading," he answers, turning back to his book.
"But it's so pretty outside~" Feli protests, pulling on his sleeve. "Pleaase~?" Ludwig looks over at the Italian.
"You're wearing a skirt," he points out. Feli looks at her white, ankle-length skirt and shrugs.
"I know,"she says. "Please?" He sighs and stands up.
"American football or...?"
"No, soccer. Yeah, that's what Americans call it." Feli looks proud of herself for remembering the name. Ludwig picks up a soccer ball from the bin of the school's balls.
(I couldn't write that with a straight face. That. Is. What. She. Said. XD XD XD)
Feli is a natural at the sport, even with the restricting clothing: bouncing the ball off her head, easily kicking the ball into the goal. Ludwig has to admit, the more she plays, the more radiant she looks. Her red hair falling slightly out of her ponytail, sweat making her tan skin glisten in the sunlight, her beautiful amber eyes opening for once in order to see where she's kicking. When the bell rings, the pair is panting heavily and wiping sweat off their foreheads.
"Ve~ That was fun, Luddy~" Feli chirps, twirling around in a circle. Her skirt flows around. Feli had let down her hair, so it spins as she does. Ludwig can see cat hair on her blue top; she was playing with her kitten before school. Ludwig has always been more of a dog person. Looking down, dog hair is indeed embedded in his shirt.
Feli takes his hand without a warning and sprints into the building like she's being chased. Why can't she run this fast when I'm training her? Ludwig thinks, struggling to catch up. And why does she have this much energy after playing that much?
A group of boys laugh when they pass. "What a retard," one of them says. By the time Ludwig is able to turn his head to see who said that, a massive flow of students has piled in the hallway. That wasn't very nice... Ludwig thinks. He turns around and sees Feli balencing a pencil on her lip.
"Ve~~ Look, I have a- whoops!" Feli giggles, making the pencil drop. "I had a mustache," she corrects after picking it back up.
"Amusing. Let's get to class," Ludwig says. Feli peeps, "Ve~ Okay!" and follows the German like a lost puppy. The class they have is Science. Ludwig sits down, and Feli jumps into the chair next to him. The bell rings, and the last of the people file in.
"Alright," Mrs. Valenzuela says as the class settles down. "Who's up for a science experiment?" The whole class groans. "Sorry, kids," she says. "It's mandatory." She then begins to talk about the requirements for it. "You need to have a project that your whole group agrees on-" The teacher stops when most of the class gasps and grabs at their friends. "No, nice try, I get to pick."
The class groans again. Feli "Aw~"s and lets go of Ludwig's arm.
Mrs. V lists off the requirements. Ludwig writes down everything. Feli stares off into space, occasionally saying "Ve~".
Finally, the times comes for the groups. "Maddie, Toris, Lixie, and Caitlyn are group one. (Caitlyn is a person. YOU KNOW WHO YOU IS! :D) Lauren, Sakura, Alice, Alfred, and Ivan are group two. Yes, you get to be the only group of five." (Lauren knows who she is! o3o) She stops when Alfred goes "Aw..." as Ivan's name follows his. Ivan smiles his creepy, childish smile. Ivan came back from Out-of-School-Suspension after a week.
Mrs. V continues. "Lovina, Feli, Dylan, and Max are group three. (Dylan and Max are random people of whom I have not met. They came from my mind. :3) And Sophie, Dahlia, Maura, and Ludwig are group four. No changing your partners, and no complaining about them." (Sophie, Dahlia, and Maura are people I know. :3 If you're reading this, HI AND I MISS YOU! :D *waves furiously* *knocks over a lamp* :B)
Feli says, "Yay, I'm with Lovi!" Then she turns to Ludwig. "But I still wish I was with you! Or Sakura, you two are the best, even better than pasta!"
Ludwig smiles. If Feli says you're better than pasta, then she really, really likes you. "Thanks. You should get with your group now."
Almost as soon as he said that, three shadows fall over him. He suddenly gets a feeling that he should be very, very afraid. "You remind us of an anime character," the girl named Maura says eagerly. The three girls are grinning more than Ivan.
Ludwig sweatdrops. Fangirls! he thinks. He had heard of these girls' obsession over an anime. He knew how they mob others for looking like the characters, asking for pictures and asking questions about what their character does, like asking Alfred if he has a pet alien named Tony, or if Alice has a pet Flying Mint Bunny (she said yes, yes she does). Help...me...
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A week later, Ludwig's and the Fangirl's science project is finished. Their subject was going to a highly-populated area, waving at people for three minutes, and counting how many people wave back. They went to a mall (Ludwig's patience with these girls was running very, very thin...), picked four stores, and assigned jobs. Sophie stood outside American Eagle Outfitter's (two people waved back; four did not); Dahlia stood outside Dillards (three waved; ten did not); Maura got Rue 21 (two waved; eleven did not; and Ludwig, praying for patience, stood outside Victoria's Secret (five people laughed while waving; thirteen just laughed and walked on or ignored him).
Then it was time to do the control of the experiment. The control is something about an experiment that does not change whatsoever, such as, if a florist planted the same type of flower in four pots, put a different fertilizer on three of them and let the fourth one be, the fourth would be the control. The dependent variable would be whatever he was looking to seek, whether it be flower count or how tall it grows, and the independent variable would be the type of fertilizer. The constant variables would be whatever did not change in the experiment, such as the pot it's in, or where it is.
Ludwig's group's control was in the very center of the mall. Dahlia had volunteered to do it. No one waved back, and the nine people she waved at walked on.
The Fangirls, as Ludwig calls them, had offered to do the poster together if he wrote the report; Ludwig agreed, glad to have some alone time.
Sitting at his computer desk the night before it was due, Ludwig typed. The Face book that Gilbirt forced him into having was open, behind the window for the writing program he was using. Without any warning, a loud ding! made its self present in the German's room.
He jumped, deeply enveloped in the report. Then he realized what that sound was. Somebody was chatting with him. Ludwig minimized the program and saw Feli's profile picture next to the words Hai luddy :3
Ludwig stared at the text before replying. Hello, Feli. Have you finished your science project yet?
yep! Feli sent. Ludwig sighed.
Are you ready to present?
Feli's reply took a while, so he wrote a bit more. Finally, she wrote, the boys are doin the paper.
Ludwig nodded in approval. Good.
btw, what does retard mean?
Ludwig glared at the text. Why? he asked.
thats what the boys call me. Lovi doesnt like that name, tho, so its their secret nickname for me.
Secret nickname... Ludwig facepalmed. If he wasn't (Cough, totally and completely in love with her, cough XD GerIta! :D) friends with Feli, he would chastise her for this.
Feli, that's not a name they should be calling you...Ludwig typed, trying to let her down gently.
Y? Whats it mean?
Ludwig's fingers hesitated over the keys. Then they moved on their own. His hand grabbed the mouse and clicked 'Logout'.
Immediately, Ludwig wanted to log back in. But he didn't. He sat there that night, barely able to finish the report and print it out. He was ashamed at himself. Completely ashamed.
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The next day, Ludwig sits in his seat, two copies of his report in his hands. One for Mrs. Valenzuela to grade, and one for them to read from when they present to the class. Feli skips in the classroom. Today she is wearing jean shorts and a light pink shirt. Her auburn hair is tied back in two loose braids. Around her neck is a simple silver chain. Earrings of the same color glitter on her ears, hiding slightly behind her hair. When she sees Ludwig, she grins and waves like the last night didn't happen. Ludwig gives a hesitant smile; he thought she'd hate him. Feli needs constant attention. If he had to compare her to a certain type of dog, he would classify her as a blue heeler: energetic, and they can't be left alone, lest they go a bit crazy.
"Ve~~ Hi, Luddy~~!" Feli chirps.
"Hi. Ready to present?" Ludwig asks.
"Yeah. Lovi's sick, though, so it's just me and Dylan and Max," Feli says, plopping in the seat next to the blond. "Since they wrote the paper and Lovi did the poster, I get to talk," she announces proudly.
"Good for you," he says. The bell rings, and the attention goes to Mrs. V.
"I trust everyone has their projects?" she asks. There is a murmuring of agreement in the room. "I'll ask for volunteers first, and then I'll assign. Who wants to go first?"
The room is silent.
Mrs. V laughs. She assigns group one to go first. Their project is about straws and music: how can you make straws work like reeds? They cut straws different lengths, and for extra credit, they play a song on the straw-reeds. Caitlyn, a misplaced member of the Fangirls, waves at her friends.
Mrs. V makes Ludwig's group go first. Oddly enough, the Fangirls are only crazy when they don't have an audience. When they're in front of the class, they're shy, which baffles Ludwig completely. Maura reads the paper, Dahlia and Sophie hold the poster, and Ludwig stands awkwardly to the side, acting somewhat like Vanna White. (Wheel of Fortune. I don't own the show. Or anything, really, just the OC's. :B)
When they finish, group two goes; Alfred sulks to the side as Ivan holds the posterboard proudly. Their project is about gum; which brand truly lasts the longest? Lauren is also part of the unofficial clique of hyper girls.
Finally, Feli's group goes. The two boys, Dylan and Max, hold the posterboard and hide their heads behind it. Are they...laughing...? Ludwig can't tell. Feli smiles brightly, drawing the attention to herself. She looks at the paper in her hands and frowns slightly, and she begins to slowly read.
"Our ex-expirim-ment is ab-bout c-color and m-music..." she says. The two boys' laughter grows slightly, and the rest of the class joins in slightly. Ludwig is confused; Feli is literate. She can read perfectly. So why is she like this...?
"We tes-tested s-seven p-people. W-we had th-them p-paint a...picture...? Yeah. We had them paint a picture while lis-listening to dif-...differ-..different types of mus-music. Here are some sam-...samples..." Feli gestures to the poster, at two pieces of paper with multi-colored lines on it. "We ask- asked them to keep it ab-...abstrak-...abstract...? Yeah, abstract..."
The rest of the report is just as forced and shaky. Ludwig wonders why. And why do those boys keep laughing? The rest of the class laughs too. By the time she's finished, Feli's face is crestfallen and blushing.
Feli takes her seat, and the boys put the poster in the back of the room next to the teacher. They still haven't stopped laughing.
The bell rings; presentations took all period. Ludwig catches Feli in the hall, who looks on the verge of tears. Usually, she doesn't hesitate to burst into loud and noisy sobs, so this worries Ludwig greatly. "What happened back there?" he asks.
Feli, in answer, holds out the paper she was reading from.
OuUUr EexPIRimmMENt IIs ABoUt CcOolLOR AND MUusciC. WeE tSeTED sSeVVeN pEEOplLe. WEEE hd tHM PAINTTT a PpiiIIcCctTUURREE WWHIle LIsteninG to dDIfFeTRNT TTypEES og MuusSicccCC. WEEee AksED tHeMM To KEepp it ABastericcktt...
Dumbstruck, Ludwig looks up. Feli is gone. He catches a glimpse of her red hair before it's engulfed in the massive flow of students.
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"Sakura, have you seen Feli?" Ludwig asks his Japanese friend at lunchtime.
"She has been in the bathroom since third period," she answers. "She's crying, and she won't come out. She won't talk about it, either. Do you know anything?" she adds. Ludwig hands her the report.
After Sakura looks at it, she folds it in quarters. Then she looks up at the blond, her eyes wide and sad. "Who wrote this?" she asks.
Ludwig points at the table across from theirs, where two loud and obnoxious boys laugh with their friends.
Sakura, surprisingly, glares at them. It is rare to see her the least bit fazed at anything, so Ludwig shifts uncomfortably on his seat. If there is anything you do not want to experience, it's the rage of Sakura.
"So...I want to talk with her," Ludwig says, momentarily breaking Sakura's glare. "And, would you coax her out of the bathroom? Since...you know...I am male."
"Yes, of course," Sakura answers. She picks up something from her bento box. She gets up and Ludwig follows. (A bento box is a box that Japanese people use like lunch boxes. Its size varies, and they usually have different compartments to store different food. Common foods to put in are vegetables, rice, fish/meat, etc., etc...)
Alfred intercepts Sakura by giving her an unexpected hug. "Heeeey, girrrl," he chirps.
Sakura softens a bit. "Hello, Alfred," she says, pulling his arms off.
"Hey, where's my atmosphere-searching-buddy?" he asks suddenly.
"We're going to get her," Sakura answers lightly.
"She okay?" he asks.
"Yes, she's fine," Sakura answers, dismissing Alfred.
They go down the hall and Sakura enters the women's bathroom. She hears quiet sobs, and is surprised. When Feli cries, she is usually loud and wailing; she must have been more humiliated than Sakura thought...
Sakura knocks on the closed stall door. "Feli...?"
"Go aw-way..."
"Feli, may I come in? I brought you an onigiri..." Sakura says. She gives the plastic-covered rice ball in her hand a slight squeeze.
"Nuh-uh," Feli answers.
"...Ludwig wants to talk to you," Sakura offers. Feli doesn't answer for a while.
"...N-no. I wanna go home."
"Please Feli...?" Sakura asks.
"No."
"...I'll make you pasta after school..." Feli hesitates, and Sakura expects the door to open.
"...N-no..."
Sakura is taken aback. Usually, all it takes is an offer for pasta to cheer the Italian up. "Feli..."
"Go away...P-please..." Feli sniffles. Slowly, Sakura backs out of the bathroom.
"Well?" Ludwig asks.
Sakura shakes her head. "She won't come out."
Ludwig sighs. He didn't want it to come to this.
"Is there anyone but Feli in there?" he asks.
"No, it's just her...Wait, why?" Sakura asks.
Without answering, Ludwig pushes open the door and enters.
"Feli, please come out," he says.
"You're n-not allowed in here," Feli says.
"I know," he answers. "You wouldn't come out, so I had to come in. Please, come out of the stall."
Feli sniffles softly, and slowly opens the door. She's a mess: her hair, let down from the braids that she wore this morning, is messy, her clothes are creased (which awakens Ludwig's inner perfectionist; he ignores it), and tears glitter on her face, which she determinedly keeps pointed at her shoes.
"Listen, it's going to be alright," Ludwig says, putting a hand on her shoulder. She flinches.
"I'm just t-tired of everyone treating me like I'm stupid..." she says quietly.
Ludwig hugs her, bringing butterflies to his stomach and lighting his face like a Christmas tree. "I know you're not," he says. Feli buries her face into his shirt and cries.
After a while, Ludwig says, "Come on, let's go outside..." Feli takes his outstretched hand and allows herself to be led. Sakura follows them once they exit the bathroom. She takes Feli's other hand.
Outside, the trio sits on a bench. Ludwig wraps his arm around Feli's shoulders as she cries into his. Sakura gently pats her on the back. This is a time where words would do no good. The only comfort that will work is a hug.
Hugs are the world's way of telling people things without ever saying a word. It could mean I love you, or good luck, or it can simply mean I'm here for you. It's just immediately understood; the universal sign of comfort and care. You don't need to say anything when a hug will suffice.
The bell rings. Feli immediately sits up and wipes her face with her sleeve. "Thank you..." she says, wrapping them both in a hug.
"You're welcome," Sakura says. She smiles, and walks with Feli to her locker.
Ludwig turns and sees the two troublemakers. He points a finger accusingly at the ringleader. He stops, rigid; Ludwig is the captain of the wrestling team. "I've got a bone to pick with you two."
TA DA.
I know. It's about time. I've been working on this for a while, and it's still pretty short. It's just, sometimes I can do amazingly, and then it's all...meh. I really like how I did chapter four (Despite the subject...=~=) , and I wish every chapter can be like that. This one wasn't, really.
Feel free to ignore this part, I'm just ranting. :3
I'm in a car right now. I'm a looooong way from home. I'm taking a trip to a random state to pick up my dog. I'mma have her back on Thursday, and I'll be home Saturday. :3 So, if you read my profile, you know I've lived in Japan. Our family's doggeh HAAAAATTESSS Kennels. She actually let herself out of one when we tried to start training her. Anyway, we couldn't take her to Japan with us, because the trip would change her completely. Wee decided that would be too cruel, so we gave her to some neighbors who had babysat her a few times; she knows and loves them, and they know and love her. Anyway, a few months ago, the neighbor Emailed my mom telling her that they were starting to develop dog allergies, and she asked in we wanted her back. and we said YES. I'VE MISSED HER SO MUCHHHH! :'D
Even in the two years we were away from her, we'd still say the names of tricks she'd know (Ex: when we drop food, we yell "Kiki, it's your lucky day!" and she'd come running. Another, if we want to take her for a walk, we'd either say walk, or she knows how walk is spelled. "Double U, A, El, Kay?" *perks ears*), and we'd still yell "KIKI!" every time we'd come home. You can probably imagine how hard it was when no happy doggeh came to meet us. And her birthday, we weren't there, and we still made a cake in her honor. We've had her since she was one and a half, and we gave her away the summer she was seven; we were gone for her eighth and ninth birthdays. Ooh, and my sister made her a facebook, and I'd post things on her wall about how much I miss her, even though she's a doggeh and can't use the computer. XD
Anyway, that's what's new with me. What's up with you guys?
Please review and try not to hate me if another late update happens! Just message me and say something along the lines of "STOP BEING LAZY AND START WRITING! :U" and then I'll try to start.
Okey. I'm done. Please review. :B
