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Good news: I finished this chapter. Ehehe, it's been, what, nearly a year? Anyways, thanks for being so patient, so if anyone is still reading this, enjoy!
Chapter 11: Haydens and Greenwillows
November already, May thought, strolling down the hall, eyes glued to her phone. Everything goes by so fast nowadays.
It had only been weeks since the student elections, since Misty joined the student council, but to May, it felt like it had all taken place last year. That short period of time had been so action-packed, and now, school days were dragging on as usual. Even slower than usual, really, considering she didn't really have anyone to hang out with anymore. Sure, there was Misty, but they could only meet up at lunch, and she was usually doing something concerning the student council. And Ash … well, he was more Misty's friend. It was fine hanging out with him when Misty was around, but it somehow became awkward when she wasn't.
But isn't that how I became Misty's friend? May thought distractedly. I randomly went up to her and declared we were friends, and she didn't have a problem with it. And Ash seems even more open to new people than she does. It shouldn't be too hard to start some random conversation or something.
Her walk was interrupted by an unpleasant collision with someone.
"S-sorry!" she said, looking up. "My bad! I wasn't looking where I was –"
"It's fine. I wasn't really paying attention either."
The voice made her pause and focus on who was in front of her. She huffed in annoyance. "Why do you always show up when I'm trying to do something around here, you dumb cabbage garden!"
Drew raised his eyebrow and gestured to the locker he was walking away from. "Um, because this is my locker?"
May frowned. He'd actually sounded civil when he'd accepted her apology. Now, his voice had returned to the usual haughtiness she had always associated it with. "Oh."
She looked back down on her phone's screen, walking around him and continuing down the hall. Her thumb travelled from letter to letter as she typed in a response to the text message she'd received.
"Hey, wait a minute."
She looked up again, and turned to face Drew. "What?" she asked, confused.
"You know, it's rude to walk off in the middle of a conversation."
"What conversation? I apologized, you said it was fine. We weren't talking or anything."
"Well, that's a first. Every other time, you basically blew up in my face."
May's eyebrows creased. "I did not!"
"Uh, really?" He smirked. "What do you call throwing a poster at my face?"
"Advertisement!"
"Right." He was looking more and more amused by the minute, and with it, May's annoyance level was rising. "So I guess –"
"Why are you even talking to me?"
"People generally respond to the person they're talking to."
"No, I mean…" She paused, considering him. "I don't think you've ever talked to me before. Okay, I get that the first time, I might have possibly been getting in your way – from your perspective, at least – and then later, you wanted to know more about Misty as a president candidate. But you don't really have a reason to be talking to me at this point. Like I said: I said sorry, you said it was fine. There is nothing more to be said after that."
Drew shrugged. "Maybe I'm bored."
"Maybe I'm not."
"That doesn't change the fact that I am."
"That doesn't change the fact that I don't want to talk to you."
"You're talking to me right now."
"People generally respond to the person they're talking to," she said, throwing his words back at him. "Doesn't mean I want to."
"Yeah, well."
"Hey, wait a minute. You're in the student council, aren't you?"
"Good to know you actually pay attention to who your own class representative is."
"Misty said there was a meeting right now. Why aren't you…?"
"How do you know it's not over?"
"Um… Oh. I guess that means Misty's done too."
"It's not over, actually."
"But you just said –!"
"I asked how you knew whether or not the meeting was done."
"Well!" May crossed her arms, fuming. "First of all, stop bugging me. I don't know you, we've never really talked, you have no reason to acknowledge my existence, we aren't friends and likely never will be, so stop bothering me already!"
For a moment, she glimpsed something that looked very close to disappointment on his face, but it disappeared. She nearly rolled her eyes. Quit with the fake tears. You should join the drama club with that acting.
"Second," she continued, "I can see how good of a choice voting you as class representative was. Wonderful seeing you slack off, ditching the meetings –"
"I'm not," he interrupted, suddenly sounding a little irritated. "I forgot something in my locker. I went to get it." He held up the folder she hadn't noticed he was holding. "See? I'm heading back now."
"Well, you're supposed to be, but you're fooling around and bothering me. Get going already." She huffed. "You're as annoying as Max. Maybe even worse."
"Who's – Wait, did you say you voted for me?"
"Yeah. So? Is that surprising?"
"From the way you're acting now, yes."
She shrugged. "Everybody did. Though now that I'm seeing the real you, I'm really starting to regret it."
"This is not the –" He stopped, his eyebrow giving a little twitch. "Actually, you're right. I should get going." He started walking down the hall she'd come from, only sending back one lazy wave. "Later."
"No, not later!" May yelled after him as he disappeared around the corner. She stared after him for a moment, and shook her head.
What's with him? He always seemed like the guy I wanted as class rep, calm, cool, collected, polite, but in reality, he's just an arrogant bonehead! I should have known. After how rude he'd been when I was trying to advertise Misty, I should have figured it out, even when he started helping out for no reason. He didn't deserve my vote.
But then again, there hadn't been any other good options. The next best would have been Dawn, but she was the student council secretary.
She began heading down the hall again, but when she looked up, she stopped. There was someone standing at the very end, staring at her. Someone she knew very well.
Or had thought she knew very well.
Brianna.
She was standing by herself, none of her friends accompanying her. No Melody, no Ursula, no Giselle.
And no May.
She shook the thought away and continued walking, her eyes glued to her phone, though she couldn't remember what she'd been trying to type. She was going to walk right past Brianna, she thought. Right past her, and not look at her. She was going to show her that she was over her; Brianna had chosen her new friends, and May had made new ones, and they were better, more genuine than Brianna ever was!
Right when she was beside her, right when May was about to walk past, Brianna suddenly grabbed her arm. May looked up, right into her eyes. Brianna was struggling with something; May could see it. Her eyes stared at her, conflicted, her mouth trying to form words. And somewhere, in the features of her face, an apology was looming, so close to bursting out.
Say it, May thought desperately, forgetting everything she'd been trying to convince herself only seconds ago. Say sorry, and let's be friends again. Let's leave all this behind, maybe even laugh about it some day. I don't want to keep doing this. Please, Brianna. I need you.
And finally, Brianna spoke.
"I…" she said hesitantly. "I… It's not fair!"
May stared, shocked. She'd heard it, the shift in her tongue. She'd been about to say 'I'm sorry,' so clearly about to say just that. How had it transformed to an accusing 'It's not fair'?
A familiar, hurting bubble rose up in May's stomach, threatening to burst.
"What's not fair?" she snapped. "You abandoning me for three idiots you barely know?"
"You, you're not fair," Brianna said. She sounded betrayed, as if she were the victim, and May couldn't fathom why.
"Me? Oh, sorry, but I think your new friends' idiocy has been rubbing off on you. How am I not fair? What could have I possibly done now, other than realize what a fake you were? I'm only sorry I didn't figure it out sooner. If you never wanted to be friends with me, why didn't you just tell me sooner?" She was yelling now, and using every bit of her strength to prevent herself from crying.
"I'm not a fake!" Brianna yelled, her eyes near tears. "You are! You've known for years that I admire Drew, that I've been planning to get him to be my mentor as a coordinator, and now that I'm out of the picture, you just thought you had the perfect chance to get all buddy-buddy with him and rub it all in my face, didn't you?"
"WHAT? You think that I…! I don't…! Why in the world do you care? It's none of your business who I talk to!"
Brianna was clenching her teeth, hurt and betrayed, and May could feel a reel of memories playing in her head: Brianna telling her how her mother was Drew's mother's friend, and how they'd met during a visit; Brianna rambling about how Drew entered junior Pokemon contests from time to time, and how talented he was, how his performances were perfect; Brianna dreaming of become as good as Drew in Pokemon coordinating some day and coordinating full-time; Brianna admitting that she wanted to try befriending Drew, maybe getting pointers from him and training with him, since she always wanted to have someone as passionate as her about coordinating to talk to; May hanging back as Brianna tried to have a small, friendly chat with him, only to have him politely say that he had to get to class, leaving May to comfort her disheartened friend…
May had no interest in Drew, and Brianna did. It was understood between the two of them; it had always been. And now Brianna was acting as if she had some kind of right to him that May was stealing away… It made her boil all over.
"I never promised you anything!" May screamed. "So what if I'm his friend? If you can be friends with a bunch of obnoxious fakes, I can be friends with anyone I want to, all right?"
Without waiting for a response, she wrenched her arm from Brianna's grasp and sped down the hall and around the corner. Once the other girl was out of sight, she fell back against a wall, heartbroken.
She'd been so close to apologizing, so close to coming back. If stupid Drew hadn't insisted on talking to her, Brianna would have said sorry right then and there, in that very hall. And everything would have been all right.
Why don't you take the initiative and forgive her? a voice whispered. If it's so hard for her, why don't you say it first, tell her how you feel, that you want to be friends again, and if she does too – which she definitely does – she'll accept. Why leave it up to her?
May closed her eyes. No. She wasn't going to ask to be friends again, not when it had been Brianna's fault. She wasn't going to beg her to come back when Brianna had been the traitor.
Even when she thought it, attaching 'traitor' to the name of her ex-best friend hurt.
She had fallen into a pit. A deep, never-ending abyss with nothing but a rope to hold onto so she wouldn't fall to the bottom. She so desperately wanted to climb back up herself, but a part of her refused to, waiting for Brianna to start pulling her out first, waiting for Brianna to admit her wrong, to apologize.
But Brianna still hadn't come. And the rope was starting to rip…
Drew walked briskly in heavy, impatient steps. Partly because he'd taken so long to get just one folder, and partly because he had somehow succeeded in making May announce that she would most likely never be his friend.
Way to go, Drew. You just made her hate you even more, he thought irritatedly as he made his way to the student council meeting. How is that even possible? You had all the chance to make a good first impression, and, somehow, you messed that up!
He tried to think back to when he'd first finally, finally gotten the chance to talk to her without it seeming like it was for no reason. She'd been standing in front of his locker with that fan-girl Brianna nowhere in sight. A perfect chance to say hello. And what had happened? He had somehow ended up annoying her and getting a poster slammed on his face.
How had that ended so badly?
And then he'd tried to make it up by helping her with the posters.
That only made her confused.
And today, he'd tried to talk to her, have a small chat since he'd managed to become an acquaintance.
Or so I thought. She doesn't think anything of me!
It was frustrating. Brianna had always been stuck to May's side, giving Drew absolutely no chance at getting acquainted. Plus, since Brianna was one of his squealing fans, it made it even harder, since May tended to disappear whenever Brianna approached him. In fact, he'd been… glad they'd broken their friendship. It meant he got a chance to properly talk to May.
I sicken myself, he thought, smiling bitterly. Have I really sunk so low that I relish broken friendships because it means I might get what I want? How selfish can I get?
But he couldn't help it. He'd admired May since they had first ended up in the same class in grade six, admired how she stood up for her friends, how she was proud of who she was and declared everyone should be proud of themselves too. It was due to her that he'd been encouraged to start pushing for what he wanted, to start really striving for his goals and to stop thinking that his future was cut out for him.
But what interested him the most was how much of a puzzle May was. The simplest of puzzles, yet the most difficult to solve. He knew how people reacted in society from his sixteen years of experience: when there was an opportunity for fame or elevating status, people jumped at it. May had had that opportunity. She'd had access to the most popular girls in school: Giselle, Melody, and Ursula.
But she'd left them, didn't even bother trying to win their favour when she had the chance, simply because she didn't like them. It led to them picking on her – he'd seen them.
And done nothing, a voice in his head added.
And even then, she didn't cower in fear. Why? Because she knew there was no reason to. She wasn't weak, and she didn't want to suddenly become something she wasn't because other people tried to intimidate her. She'd been like that ever since he'd first seen her: cut off from all societal influence, simply living her own life because that's what made sense. Not bothered by society's pressure.
But how could she resist? How was everything so simple as 'do it if you want, and not if you don't' for her? Drew knew he couldn't be like that even if he tried. Not when his brain insisted on branching to the infinite possibilities of what might sprout from his actions, weighing the pros and cons of everything and making decisions according to those. Not on whether or not he'd actually wanted to do something. And he knew many people were like that. I was a reasonable thing, looking at the long term effects.
Yet May was an anomaly.
And he'd figured that the best way to unravel her secret was by getting to personally know her.
And that's going really well, he thought sarcastically.
"Yo, Drew! Hurry it up!"
Drew snapped out of his thoughts. The door to the conference room, where they were holding their meeting, was open, and Gary was standing there, gesturing him over.
"We've been waiting for so long, man! Lunch's almost over!"
Drew hastened through the door, Gary swinging his arm around his shoulders as he did. "Too bad Rudy's a patient guy. Would've loved to see him blow up in anger," Gary muttered in his ear. Drew suppressed a smirk as Gary went back to his seat.
"Sorry," Drew said, handing the student council president the folder he'd brought. "Took longer than expected."
"No problem," Rudy said, flashing him one of his signature smiles. Drew was sure Gary was inwardly dying.
"You know, if you're going to be on the student council, you shouldn't forget things that you're supposed to bring to the meetings." Drew's eyes went to Giselle at her honey-sweet voice. He almost rolled his eyes at how much her arrogance reflected his sister's.
"I'll do better next time," he said, smiling politely and sitting down beside Gary.
Even though I left it in my locker on purpose so I could escape when the meeting became too boring.
"You know, these are really good," Rudy said thoughtfully, pulling out three sheets from the folder. Posters, in fact. Each of them made for a bake sale they planned to have next week to raise money for the school. "You hand-drew these?"
"Yes." Drew flipped the fringe of his hair. "It's no big deal."
"All we need to do now is photocopy these, right?" Rudy said, peeling his eyes from the posters. "Can some of us stay after school and ask to use the school office photocopier and make enough copies to put around the school by tomorrow?"
"The school photocopier is broken," a grade ten class representative, Sawyer, interjected.
Rudy frowned. "What, really? I'm sure that it was working yesterday, wasn't it?"
"Actually," Trip, the other grade eleven class representative, drawled, "it's been broken for the past week. It's driving everyone nuts."
By everyone, you mean everyone in that club of yours, Drew thought. "I have a photocopier at home," he offered. "I can make copies for tomorrow."
"But we needed these to be up by tomorrow," Rudy said. "The sooner, the better." He sighed. "But I guess if it's only one day late, it'll still be all right…."
"Or I could come early tomorrow and put them up before class starts," Misty spoke up. "I don't live far from here. It wouldn't be too bad to wake up an hour earlier than usual."
"Um, are you forgetting that Drew would have the copies?" Gary said, amused. "Are you going to magically transport them from his house to yours or something?"
Misty rolled her eyes. "In case you've forgotten, oh Wise One, it doesn't take teleportation to go to someone's house yourself."
Misty at… my house? Drew stopped himself from frowning. He was perfectly capable with interacting with her as a student council member, or even a schoolmate. But having the hotheaded, temper-flaring, loud Misty Waterflower within the comfort of his home was an entirely different story.
"Sounds good," Rudy said. "Drew can photocopy these, Misty can pick them up from his house and put them up tomorrow morning. Everyone okay with this?"
There was a ripple of agreement, and Drew found himself included in it. After all, what was the big deal? She was just going to be at his doorstep. He'll just hand her the photocopies, and she'll be gone. It will be like she wasn't even there.
Misty rang the doorbell and waited. It was some hours after school, and she was now in front of what was presumably Drew Hayden's house. They'd switched numbers after the meeting, and a short while ago, he'd texted her his address saying that he was done with the photocopying.
Nice house, she thought, glancing around. Someone in the house must have a love for gardening.
The November chill had left a layer of frost, but it had not effaced the evidence of a well-maintained lawn. There were even rose bushes, though the flowers had disappeared along with the warm weather. The house itself wasn't incredibly large in size, but it was in a more pricey neighbourhood. Although Misty didn't need to know about the neighbourhood to deduce that this house belonged to people who had the ability to satisfy their expensive tastes.
The door opened, and she came face to face with Drew. "Hey," he greeted, holding a thick, large envelope out to her. "Here are all the copies."
"Thanks." Misty took it, tugging out a few posters halfway to take a look.
"See you tomorrow, then."
"Yeah. See you."
He closed the door.
Misty started heading back, her eyes glued to the posters. They're not bad, she admitted to herself. But if Rudy thinks these are good, he should see what Paul can come up with. Her mind briefly went back to the posters he'd made for her during the elections. She hadn't seen him drawing as much since. She still went over sometimes to get some homework done, but even then, he was usually doing the same thing as her (though he refused to show her his answers – Misty suspected it was because he doodled all over his work).
She'd barely walked a minute when she snapped out of her thoughts and realized something. There were only copies of two different kinds of posters. But there were supposed to be three, each giving the location of one of the three places they were going to set up the bake sale stands.
Before she knew it, she was ringing Drew's doorbell again. This time, a woman answered the door. She had loosely braided light brown hair, a gentle smile, and green eyes that matched Drew's.
"Hello," she said kindly in a soft-spoken voice.
"Hi," Misty said politely. "Is, uh, Drew home?"
She mentally hit herself. Of course Drew was home. She'd only just been talking to him.
"Oh, yes, he was saying something about someone from the student council coming over. Come in."
She stepped aside and let Misty enter, and Misty felt eternally grateful for a chance to step out of the cold. But what struck her after the warmth was how quiet the house was. Everything was so tidy, it felt even the sound had been put away. It made her jump when a Pokemon's voice suddenly spoke up from a corner.
"Rose." A Roserade was standing near a large pot, apparently adjusting the flowers planted in it. Something about the way it greeted her was very reminiscent of Drew.
"My son said you'd just picked up some things and left," the woman said, directing Misty's attention back to her. "Is there something else?"
"Yes, um, he forgot to give me something," Misty said, lowering her voice. How silent it was was unnerving, maybe because she was so used to always having some kind of background noise. Here, it felt as if being equally quiet as the house was obligatory.
"All right, I'll let him know."
Misty wasn't sure how Drew's mother was going to call him without interrupting the quietude, but her thoughts were answered when, instead of using her voice, the woman picked up her cell phone and typed in a text.
"He'll be right down," she told her.
"Right. Thanks Mrs. Hayden."
The woman smiled. "Actually, I kept my maiden name, so my last name is Greenwillow. But either way, please, just call me Fia."
"All right…"
"Um, yes?" Misty turned as a new voice entered the conversation. Drew was standing at the bottom of a staircase, raising an eyebrow at Misty. "What is it?"
"You only gave me two different kinds of posters," Misty said. "Where's the third?"
Drew's eyebrows furrowed. "What?" He took the envelope from Misty and flipped through the pages inside. "Did I…?" He closed his eyes. "Shoot. I might have forgotten to photocopy the last one. But I could have sworn I did…"
"Can you do it now?"
"Yeah, I guess." He shrugged. "It'll take a while though." He handed her back the envelope and headed back upstairs. Misty stared after him, unsure if she should follow.
He didn't tell me not to, she reasoned. Besides, he can't expect me to just sit around here doing nothing for who knows how long. She smiled and nodded politely at Fia and made her way upstairs after him. By the time she reached the top, he was leaving a room, which she figured was his, and he went to stand in front of another shut door.
"I think I left it in there," he said, gesturing his head to the door before turning the knob. He frowned when the door didn't open. "Great, my sister…" He knocked lightly. "Hey, open up."
No answer. He knocked again. "I need something. Open up."
"You're never going to get anything if you're that quiet," Misty interjected. "Trust me, I have three older sisters."
"Really?" Drew smirked. "Three of these?" He jerked his thumb towards the door. "And you're still alive?"
"Yup. Why'd you think I'm so well-rehearsed in the art of yelling?"
"My respect for you has just risen to a level I never thought possible."
"You want me to give it a try?"
"I'd rather you not." Drew jerked his thumb towards the stairs. "We rent out our basement, and one of the things we guarantee is quietness. If you start yelling, our tenant's going to start complaining." He smirked and flipped his hair. "But do you really think I've lived with my sister my whole life to have no clue on how to get under her skin?" He turned back to the door and knocked. "Last chance. Open up."
No answer. Misty could feel her patience slipping. Was this all he was going to do?
"You asked for it." Drew folded his arms, and said in a sing-song voice, "Oh, Leeeavannaaaa! My dear, sweet Leavanna! Leavannaaaa!"
The door flew open so fast, Misty was convinced his sister must have been standing right by it the whole time. But when her eyes landed on the girl's face, her mouth dropped open.
It was someone she knew. Someone she knew quite well, actually.
"How many times," his sister said, her voice low, dangerous, "have I warned you that I would burn down your precious little bookshelf if you call me that, you little pest?"
"Enough times for me to know you're bluffing," Drew said, grinning.
"Not this time."
"Sure, Leaf. Sure."
Leaf. Leaf Green was Drew Hayden's sister.
Or was that even her name? Drew had called her Leavanna.
Leaf is short for Leavanna, Misty realized. She uses a nickname, like me. But then where did 'Green' come from? Why not 'Hayden'?
The answer was so obvious Misty nearly hit herself.
Greenwillow. Greenwillow. Duh!
Now that she thought of it, she might have come across the name 'Leavanna Greenwillow Hayden' in the yearbook when she had been searching for the identity of 'Leaf Green', back when she'd made that deal with Gary.
Stupid Gary expected me to find her when he hadn't even given me her real name.
"Oh great," Leaf said, her eyes landing on Misty. "You brought a Gyarados into the house."
Misty rolled her eyes. "You didn't tell me your sister was a Seviper, Drew."
"A Serperior, actually," Leaf shot back.
"Yeah, yeah," Drew said dismissively, shoving into the room, which, from the looks of it, was a kind of study.
"What do you want, Pest?" Leaf snapped, her eyes following her younger brother as he went to the photocopier.
"Forgot something here."
"You mean that stack of posters? I put it there." She pointed to the corner of the desk.
"Oh, thanks. So I did photocopy it…"
"What kind of guy forgets an entire stack of papers he photocopied in the photocopier?"
"The kind of guy you're related to," Drew said, flashing a smile at her as he, with the stack of posters, went out the door. Misty was expecting Leaf to slam the door after him, the way she would when she wanted to keep her older sisters out, but instead, Leaf huffed in a mildly irritated way, and quietly shut the door after him.
Misty frowned. She's not really like my sisters, actually. Leaf and Drew's banter seemed a lot less vicious and more playful than when she and her sisters were fighting. She followed Drew into his room, slightly jealous that she couldn't have their kind of relationship with her siblings.
"Paperclip," Drew muttered, opening one of his desk drawers. Misty, though, found herself more fixated on his room than his search for a paperclip.
Everything was so tidy, so perfectly furnished, and expensively too. His laptop, which was lying on his desk, was one of the priciest Misty had seen in stores. His desk was of polished wood, with nicely organized drawers and shelves. The bookshelf Leaf had mentioned was nowhere near "little"; it nearly reached the ceiling and was packed with books. One book lay on his bed, something like 'Death Note' written on the cover. She was pretty sure she'd seen Leaf with it in the library once.
He must have been reading that before I got here. I guess both the siblings like to read.
Her eyes travelled to the walls, which were adorned by framed pictures, each depicting Drew as what looked like the winner of several junior Pokemon contests, a Roselia or Roserade at his side.
The same one as the one downstairs?
And in some was a young woman with long pink hair at his side. Was she a judge? She didn't look young enough to be a competitor in junior Pokemon contests.
"Yes, I know, I'm talented," Drew said, snapping her back to reality. He flipped his hair and smirked arrogantly in a way that made her skin boil. He handed her the stack of posters, now held together with a paperclip. "But you shouldn't forget what you're here for, should you?"
Misty rolled her eyes and slipped the stack into the envelope. Her tongue was itching to retaliate, but a small framed picture on his bedside table caught her attention.
"Is your hair dyed?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
Drew blinked. "What?"
She pointed to the picture. It was a family picture, with Drew's mother, a man who she presumed was his father, a younger Leaf, and a younger Drew. But what stood out to her was that Drew was the only one with grassy green hair. She'd assumed that his hair colour came from his father (since it clearly didn't come from his mother), but apparently not. In fact, he didn't resemble his father in the slightest: the man looked a lot more like Leaf than Drew. The difference was, perhaps, the fact that his tired eyes and smile looked genuine and hardworking as opposed to Leaf's calculating, condescending gaze.
"Um, no," Drew said, sounding slightly offended. "I come from a long line of green-haired people. From my dad's side."
"Right." She looked pointedly at the picture. His dad's hair was brown, the same shade as Leaf's.
"He was the oddball. His entire family has green hair. Even both his parents."
"And you ended up being the oddball in your family."
Drew shrugged. "I guess, if you want to look at it that way." He yawned. "Anyways, you got your stack of posters. Aren't you forgetting what you're supposed to do next?"
"What?"
"Leave."
"Why'd you wanna get rid of me so badly? Afraid I'll lose my temper and bother your tenant?"
He shrugged. "Something like that."
"Must suck to have to be so quiet all the time."
"Oh, that's got nothing to do with the tenant. We're just a quiet family. Trust me: he's leaving at the end of this month, and once he does, there is going to be absolutely no difference in the noise level of this house."
"Really? How could you be so quiet all the time? It's basically dead silent!"
"Just because you like making noise everywhere you go doesn't mean everyone else does too. Speaking of which, you really have forced me to put up with your noisiness for long enough. So yeah. Run along."
Her eyes narrowed and she was about to snap back when she realized that while Drew didn't like her butting into his quiet house, she didn't like remaining in its unnerving quietude. Perhaps it was time to leave.
"Fine then," she said, trying not to make it too obvious that she was gritting her teeth. "Just a little tip, though, the way you talk all haughty like that is going to end up making people hate you. You probably don't care about me, but any time in the future there's someone you gotta get along with, you might wanna change you're attitude. 'Cause it's the kind that makes people want to rip your throat out."
"I'll keep that in mind," Drew said sardonically, and she caught a glance of him flipping his green locks as she turned and walked out his room.
Arrogant Drew, condescending Leaf, a nerve-wreckingly bizarre quietness? she thought as she walked out the front door, politely waving back at Fia as she did. I am so never coming back here.
And chapter eleven hath been completed! It's funny, though: I'd been planning to make Drew and Leaf siblings in this story since the beginning, and just a short while back, before I posted this chapter, someone left a review for one of my other fanfics saying that Drew and Leaf could be siblings.
Anyways, sorry for the very late posting of this chapter (life stuff hinder my ability to constantly update). Time to start working on the next chapter! (Though who knows how long it will be before I finish it… )
Bye bye for now!
Have a great day, and smile all the way! :)
