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Hi guys!
Yes, I know what a lousy updater I've been for this story. Basically, I went on holiday and thought you guys would prefer updates in my other story so this was on the back burner. But now I have more time to update... I just need ideas.
Thank you all so much for your reviews. I'm glad you liked the Interview one-shot; I enjoyed writing it. Thank you!
Btw, this chapter includes Lucky – the dog that Eight gave Marina in the Surprise one-shot. I just thought I'd remind you guys.
So read on!
Nine
I know something's up. But I don't know what.
Five's been out all day with Six, with is perfectly normal but everyone else seems to be acting weirdly. All day I've been asked strange questions and received funny looks.
What the hell is going on?
It started with Eight. I had returned back from food shopping, I was impressed that I did it too, and he had watched me with a knowing smirk.
"Seriously, why are you still staring?!" I demand, turning on my heel and glaring at him. Lucky is in his arms and licking his face; that dog is mad. I would not want to lick his face.
"I'm simply stunned that you're actually doing some housework" Eight replies, but there's something in his eyes that tells me he's lying.
"Fine, if you don't want to tell me..." I trail off, hoping he'll take the bait. He doesn't and instead, focuses on trying to stop Lucky from eating his hair. I turn around, giving in.
"Am I missing something?!" I demand again but Eight just merely smiles.
"Interesting... pretending you have no idea" he muses. I groan and walk away.
"You're so annoying!" I yell to him, deciding he's just winding me up. He simply laughs.
After that, it had been Marina. She was even worse and I swear had probably read my mind at some point. I had to block it off after a while; she was freaking me out.
"Sooooo, you doing anything this evening?" she asks. I sigh and glare at her; what's with these weird questions.
"No, why?" I reply. She furrows her brow in confusion.
"Nothing at all?" she asks again. I groan and put my head in my hands.
"Why do you even care?" I ask. She shrugs and smiles.
"I don't want you to be in all the time... you need to get out and enjoy life" she says but it's clear she's only making it up.
"What's going on?" I demand. She smiles innocently and hops down from her chair.
"Nothing!" she sings.
After that, I had the same question from both Adam and John. I escaped to the gym where I hoped I wouldn't be bothered by anyone. These questions were starting to freak me out a little and I'm really starting to think I've missed something. A birthday, maybe?
I finally leave the gym after a couple of hours, wiping the sweat from my face and taking a long swig from my water bottle. I enter the apartment and see Six lying on a sofa, her head in John's lap. I eye him warily, annoyed after our last encounter.
"Hey, I thought you might be getting ready" Six says, sitting up with a grin. I freeze in my tracks; what have I forgotten? Were Five and I going out tonight?
"Um, what?" I ask. Six also freezes and looks at John in shock.
"He's forgotten?" she asks. John is looking at me, genuinely confused. By now, I'm seriously freaked out. Oh god, what's happening?
"What have I-" I begin when Five enters the room, a huge smile on her face.
"Happy Anniversary!" she calls.
Oh shit!
How the hell did I forget this? Oh shit, oh god, this is not good, not good at all.
Five is dressed in a cute little dress with a present in her hand. She's still smiling and looks so gorgeous and I fucking forgot!
God help me.
"Um, happy anniversary" I squeak back, my terrified eyes landing on John. Why didn't they give me some warning?! He looks back just as worried and then grabs Six's hand, dragging her off the sofa.
"We'll give you some privacy" he mutters, cowardly running out of the room. I wish I could.
"It's been two years!" Five announces, walking over happily. She's completely oblivious to my failure.
"Two years, huh" I manage to say before she wraps her arms around me tightly. She nods into my chest, despite the fact I'm still a little sweaty.
"I know, how have I managed?" she sighs dramatically as she tips her head back, waiting for me to kiss her. I lean down, slowly closing the distance between us. How can I get out of this?! I haven't got her a present!
I kiss her deeply, thinking of all the possible excuses that can run through my mind. I'm really sorry, I thought it was next month? Decent. My brain has been high-jacked for the last two weeks so I haven't been me. Definitely not.
"Are you ok?" she asks, pulling back. I nod quickly as she presents me with my gift. I hope it's really bad so that I can feel slightly better.
I slowly unwrap it, my hands shaking. It's a good thing I have this mental block up otherwise she would have read the problem in my mind by now. A box is revealed and I open it, already having an idea.
Perhaps the most beautiful watch I've ever seen lies there, taking my breath away. This is the exact watch I was admiring a week ago and Five must have taken note. Oh dear Lorien, please help me.
"Do you like it?" she asks, biting her lip nervously. I nod at once, smiling at her despite my panic.
"It's gorgeous... how could I not?" I say, hugging her quickly. She laughs and shrugs, pulling back and looking at me expectantly.
"Do I get mine now?" she asks cheekily. I open my mouth to answer but only a squeak comes out.
Great, Nine, just making things worse.
I continue to stare at her, fear on my face as understanding fills hers. She bites her lip and looks down, slowly nodding to herself.
"You forgot, didn't you?" she asks, her voice deadly calm. Oh dear, that's a terrible sign.
"Well, I thought it was next month..." I begin but her eyes snap up to me. They're filled with anger.
"Despite me mentioning it to you last week?!" she demands. Oh god, she did and I still completely forgot.
"Well, you've always said I have a bad memory" I say lamely. Bad move.
"Oh right, I'm so sorry" she says sarcastically, moving back with her hands on her hips. "How stupid was I to think that my boyfriend of two years would remember our anniversary?!" she demands, her face starting to turn red, as it does when she's angry.
It's cute but terrifying at the same time.
"I'm so-" I begin again but she laughs bitterly, making me flinch and stop.
"Oh right, now you're sorry! How could you do this?! Do I not matter to you?!" she shouts, her face filled with anger... and hurt. She's genuinely upset that I've forgotten such an important thing to her. She has every right to be.
"When's my birthday?!" she demands, her hands on her lips. I'm sure everyone's listening to this.
"7th August!" I say and she throws her hands up in fury. Oh shit, I got that wrong too. I think it was the 8th come to think of it.
"You don't care! You don't care about me! I don't know why I bother with you! You don't know my birthday, you don't know our anniversary! What do you know?!" she shouts. I move forward and try to grab her to stop her shouting but she moves away from me.
"What's my favourite colour?!" she yells. "Surely you must know!" she says, her voice cracking as she stares at me desperately. I feel my own control snapping.
"Red?" I whisper and she bursts into tears. I feel terrible, like I've disappointed her more than I can ever know. Which I have.
"It's blue" she replies, wiping her tears away angrily. "That's it, Nine. I can't take this anymore! What do you know about me?! Am I just an easy, naive little girl to make out with?!" she yells. My control snaps and I move forwards desperately.
"You know you're not! I love you, Five!" I beg desperately, almost on my knees. I'm about to cry like her.
"No you don't! You don't know anything about me to love!" she shrieks and then she slaps me. I've seriously screwed up and I gladly take the hit. I deserve it.
"Just leave me alone!" she cries as she runs out of the room. I sit there on the floor as she enters the elevator. I can't believe what I've done.
The watch lies on the table next to me.
Xxx
Five
How could he?! How could he not remember?!
He doesn't know anything about me. He doesn't know my favourite colour, film, book... the stuff that most guys know about their girlfriends after two years.
I angrily brush my tears away, ashamed by my weakness. I'm sat on a bench in a park, sobbing to myself as I weakly rub my arms; I forgot to bring a jacket. I sob a little more, angry with myself more than anything.
Why do I bother?
This isn't an over-reaction from me. He's forgotten other stuff before. On the anniversary of my Cepan's death, I had sat hunched in bed crying after he'd had a huge fight with me about me being grumpy. He didn't even realise that I was suffering from the pain of Christina's death. Sure, he had made it up to me but still.
"You all right, sweetheart?" I look up to see three teenage guys nearby, clearly a little drunk. I brush some more tears away and glare at them. I'm really not in the mood for this.
"Leave me alone!" I say but my voice is shakier than I thought. I grimace as they move towards me and I get up; these bastards won't know what got them.
"I said, leave me alone" I say again, my voice more menacing. They laugh and begin to imitate me, making my voice higher than it is. I shift into a basic fighting position.
"Now, why would we do that?" the leader asks, grabbing my arm. I react instantly and throw a punch to his face, making him stumble back. A second lunges for me and grabs my arm whilst the third punches me.
I stumble back a little at the force but manage to free my arm and kick the guy. He flies back into a tree and slowly sinks in a lying position. He's out cold.
The first guy lunges forward but I smoothly duck, punching his stomach. He gasps and bends over when something smashes into my head. A bottle.
I fall to the ground, groaning as glass falls around me. I can feel blood dribbling down my head and I groan again, trying to get up. Someone grabs my arm and I try to throw them off but my head hurts too much.
Man up, Five. You're Loric, for God's sake.
I twist and give one guy a roundhouse kick, knocking him out cold when I'm punched in the face again. The third and last guy grins cruelly at me as I fall to the ground, my head really screwed up by now. It hurts so much.
"No screaming sweetheart" he says as he reaches for me again.
Something slams into him and he's knocked to the ground, shouting in rage and fear. I watch as Nine drags him up and then easily knocks him out with one punch. Nice to know he's still got it.
"Five?" Nine's bending over me and looking at me with concern but I push him away. I'm still pissed off with him, despite the fact he sort of saved me.
"I was doing fine" I mutter, stumbling to my feet and walking away. He runs to catch me up, wrapping his arm around my waist to steady me.
"You're hurt. We need to get you to Marina" he says. I push him off again and glare at him.
"I'll be fine" and it's true. I've fought many battles with worse injuries; this one isn't a problem.
"Don't be stubborn... at least sit down" he pleads as we come up to another bench. I sigh but sit down, a little bit weaker than I'd like to admit. I've got a pretty nasty headache but I'll manage.
"I'm still angry" I inform him, crossing my arms. He must know I'm cold as he takes off his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders.
"I know... I deserve it" he says, looking down. I'm secretly pleased when I see he's put the watch on.
"Five" he begins and I sigh, looking at him. I'm still furious with him but I'll let him attempt to explain.
"What?" I mutter, wiping some alcohol from my cheek. The bottle that smashed my head still had some liquid left in it and now I stink.
"I do know you... more than you might think" he says. I scoff and glare angrily at him, my temper rising again.
"Oh really? Because you don't know-" I begin but he interrupts me, talking over me.
"I know that you love coffee. You used to like it black but you prefer it now with milk. The only reason you still drink it black is to prove a point to me" he says. I close my mouth; I thought he didn't know that!
"I know you hate Twilight. You think Becca, or whatever her name is, is pathetic and the whole storyline is against feminism. You think the vampire dude is too protective and an idiot" he continues, making me stare at him confused. I never told him this.
"Yet you love romance. You have a whole collection of romance novels that you keep under the bed and only ever read when you think no one's noticing. Your favourite is Pride and Prejudice; it's been read the most" he says. My cheeks flush when I realise he's found my secret collection.
"You love comedy films as well as romance films yet weirdly hate rom-coms. I'm not sure how it works but it does" he says with a teasing smile.
"And..." he begins with a wicked smile. "You love One Direction. Your iPod's filled with their songs but you hid them well so I wouldn't find out" he says. I blush and look away; I've seriously lost some cool points.
"I may not know your favourite colour or film or food but I know little, important things about you... stuff no one else knows" he says, taking a hold of my hands and looking into my eyes. I sigh and then shrug, looking down.
"I know... it just hurt me, that's all" I whisper. He leans down and kisses my cheek, wrapping an arm around my waist. I don't resist and move closer to him.
"I'll make it up to you... even though I have no idea how" he mutters. I smile and roll my eyes.
"I don't need a huge present, or a fancy meal. I just want you to surprise me every now and then... show me how much you care on days where it's not permitted" I say. He frowns and nods slowly.
"Ok...do you still want a present though?"
Xxx
I'm woken gently by something touching my eyelids and then moving to my cheeks. I frown inwardly as I try to imagine what the hell this could be. The gentle touch moves to my mouth and I react instantly, punching the thing.
"Ow!" Nine yelps as he tumbles back. I sit up, blushing as I realise I just hit my boyfriend.
"Oops" I say, trying not to laugh as he clutches his nose. It's not bleeding or anything; he's just being a drama-queen. And anyway, he's an idiot for thinking that was a romantic way to wake me up!
Although, it was pretty sweet.
"What time is it?!" I ask groggily as I look at my clock. 5 o'clock! "Nine! Why are you up this early?!" I demand. He shrugs and looks at me sheepishly.
"Well, I was being spontaneous and trying to surprise you so I booked tickets for a week away in Paris" he says shyly. My mouth drops open and I stare at him stunned.
"You booked just now?" I ask. He rolls his eyes as he gets out of bed.
"No, ages ago. But we're leaving today... in fact in half an hour to catch our flight" he says. I stumble out of bed as well as I look around my room in a panic.
"I haven't packed!" I say. He frowns and crosses his arms.
"I didn't think of that" he mutters as I dash around, throwing stuff into a suitcase. He scratches his head in confusion as I swear under my breath whilst looking at my wardrobe; doesn't he realise I need time to choose the right clothes?!
He's such an idiot at times.
So, do you want me to do a one-shot of their trip to Paris?
Also, future one-shots include: Three/Ella, Six/Nine (before he meets Five and she gets with John), Six/Sam (maybe, not sure), Marina/Eight (during the war), One/Adam, Crayton/Ella... also would love some diferent ideas! Maybe Marina/Sam?
Anyway, please review!