Is it that hard to tell you I love you?
"Francis, I told you to drive fast and this isn't fast. You're going slower than a snail."
"Emily, am going 60 miles an hour in a New York traffic. It's only a miracle I haven't been caught yet."
"Pfft, it's nothing compared the driven in the "Fast and the Furious."
"Then you would love Daisy's driving so much. Crap." Barely avoiding a collision with another car in front of him by having to drive into the next lane, pressing on the gas more till the car was a good feet away before returning into the right lane. Francis would do anything to back to regularly speed.
"Sweet safe dude, that was pretty cool."
"Am going to die."
"Frankie you'll be fine, no worries. Oh, I've been kinda curios but how do you know where Ivan lives? You don't stalk him do you?"
"Emily, you're just full of jokes tonight aren't you. With me going faster." Nervous laughter slid through his lips.
"I wasn't joking about the driving or if you've been stalking Ivan." Giving a serious expression, that Francis thought he would never see in his life.
"Well you always had a weird sense of humor. No, no, my father and his father are good friends and so on Christmas parties we would visit his house or my house to celebrate. Nothing to be jealous, oh I mean nervous for Ivan's safety." The last would have been believable if he weren't trying to hide the smile so hard.
"Shut up, you frog and get to Ivan's place already." Micking Alice perfectly.
"Oui, oui, anything for you lovely."
Giving a silly grin back, she looked at the window wondering how she was going to convince Ivan that she loves him.
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Already drinking second bottle vodka from his dad's stash, Ivan was controlling his character through the battlefield in Paris, France. Avoiding so far the major damage from the opposing team, Ivan mind was finally starting to engross into the game of Modern Warfare 3 that his brain wasn't always drifting back how Emily laughed at his face and how his heart shattered at that moment. His heart still aches as bad from the truth but that's where the positive side of drinking vodka comes in, the more he drinks it, the more his mind is only focusing on the game and the aching of his heart reduces.
Though Ivan knows the negative side as well because the moment his body can't handle the alcohol, his mind will black out, giving him a painful hangover in the morning when he wakes up in the morning. A 100% guarantee that he'll be staying in his bed all day, recalling the wonderful and awful times he had with Emily. He only hopes that he doesn't become a totally crying mess when having his flashbacks. Now, all he has to do is keep his character out of major danger and keep drinking.
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"We're almost there Emily. Have you thought through what you're going to say to him?"
Making a left turn into Baker St., that's crowded with expensive looking places no matter where you look.
"Yum, yeah I think I know what am going to say. I think." Sighing, sliding further in her seat, hoping that if she slid enough in the seat she'll disappear never having to come face to face to this problem.
"Are my ears deceiving me or is Emily for once hesitating on her actions." Asking in a dramatic way, trying to get on Emily on the energetic version of her instead of this gloomy Emily beside him.
"Yeah, I am." Barely mumbling the words out.
"Well, here we are!" Pulling up to a stop, Emily eyes followed a red brick pavement following all the to entrance of the house to what appeared to be a new 2 story red brick med-evil castle. Not only was there a castle but even the front yard had different kinds of rose bushes and just to complete it all, there a statue of Aphrodite, standing in a middle of a pond with fountain spraying water 6 foot in the air behind her.
Flabbergasted at the look of Ivan's house, she yelled the question come out of her lips.
"Is Ivan, like from a rich royal European family? What his family from Russia so that makes his parent's Tsar's or something like that. So does that make Ivan a prince?"
Blushing at the idea of Ivan wearing a crown on a white horse; one of her secrets that she haven't even told her sis was that she was a suck up for Princess and Prince's fairy tales especially ones that end up with a happy ending.
Smirking at Emily's response to the place, he thought it would be best to explain the truth of the place.
"Non, non, his father has a taste for med-evil castles. My father told him he shouldn't build a house like that in New York but Mr. Braginski was stubborn to build his house like this. Even I admit I thought this was too much but I like it all the same."
"That's amazing, I love it." Without thinking, she unbuckled herself, open the car door and ran up to the entrance of the house.
Francis looked at Emily at shock for a second, before he bended over with laughter thinking Emily's actions were hilarious. "One second she nervous, but give her a castle and she'll forget all her problems."
"These doors are huge and there's even a lion head holding a door knocker in his mouth. Man does Mr. Bransiky have class." Grabbing hold of the iron brass knocker, she pounded it against the wooden door.
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Glued to the spot on his bedroom floor, Ivan kept playing his game despite the pounding at the door, thinking it was an obnoxious girl scout at his door. No way was he going anywhere except maybe the bathroom and kitchen but that was about it.
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Oh, god am so stupid what am I doing. Am right front of his house, pounding on his door without even realizing.
Bringing both of her hands on her head and started starching it all over in frustration.
"I should leave, while I have the chance." 5 minutes passed until Emily realized that she was still in front of the house, knowing she's not going anywhere with this.
"Come on Emily, all you have to do is lift up one leg then the other. That's all. He's not coming out." Looking at the door once more, Emily took a deep breath before pounding on the door with both fists like a wild Gorilla.
"Ivan, Ivan, Ivan."
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Frustration running up so high, he didn't though it was even this possible to be this mad. Oh, how he was hoping the person at the door could feel his anger right now. Maybe they can. Removing himself from his blissful place, her walked to the door and was about to yell at the person when he opened the door. Instead "Emily" escaped barely as a whisper from him, as he saw a heavy breathing Emily with messy hair with a both fist up in the air ready to pound the door to death once more.
"Ivan." Disbelieve in her tone of voice. "You finally came out." Laughing heartily at her success.
Seeing Emily laugh again in front of him, he only grinched.
"I admit I didn't think you would go as far to go to my house to laugh at me again. But hey, what am I to know am only a stupid commie."
Lowering his head, he stepped into the house again, pulling the door along with him.
"What, Ivan, I, I, am not laughing at you." Putting her foot in the door way, to keep the door from shutting.
"I'm here to say something important to you, please listen. Am sorry I laughed like that, I didn't mean to laugh at you back there, I was making it all up. I don't know what came over me or I didn't know what to do but please don't shut that door."
Sighing in defeat, he reopened the door.
Smiling as Ivan was giving her another chance. "Am sorry that I treated you like that, back there."
"It's okay but you could have said no back there instead making me feel such an idiot."
Thinking to himself how he shouldn't easily forgive Emily but he couldn't help it. Emily always had a certain charm where you couldn't stay mad at her for too long. How Ivan always envy and admire that about her since he could remember.
Emily here's your chance don't screw. "I, I,"
Emily, say it now. You could do it. Emily thought self consciously but she could bring herself the 3 words she always wanted to tell Ivan.
Feeling the throb in his head as he noticed the downside of the vodka starting to take its toll.
Ivan asked in annoyance "Could we talk about this tomorrow. Am not in my best state right."
Wait, no. I have to tell you. Screaming inside of her head as if Ivan could read her thoughts that way.
Not even bothering to hear a reply, he was stepping back into the house when he felt powerful strength on his arm pulling him forwards into a forced kiss.
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Finally I got this chapter done. Woot. One more chapter to go. XD
Sweet, anyway I've been meaning to ask the readers but do you guys want me to add a sex scene in the story? Your choice, although I can't guarantee it being describe very well but I'll try my best.