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I've only been getting three at a time lately...
'Tis a sad panda.
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soggypotatoes. Fine. Ill keep your damn wombat. Theyre freaking creepy looking!
The Fujoshi. We ALL need a little more sleep.
This chapter is for you guys. I hope you enjoy.
-This is a taco eating line that is married to soggypotatoes. I hope they are happy.-
After school I go and meet Ivan. I was still slightly dazed when I got to him, and I promptly tripped. I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting to meet the ground personally, but instead, I felt two strong arms catch me.
"OOH! I see why you're ditching us today!" Tony yells
"Does Maria know you have a boyfriend?" Yong Soo joins in.
"ahhaha. I forgot how to laugh." I grumble.
"Are you okay?" Ivan asks.
"Sure." I say flipping the bird at my friends when the make an 'aww' sound.
Aaaand that's when I realized that I was still in his arms. I blushed and pushed him away. He smiled at my reaction, and that only made me blush more.
"S- so, where are we going?" I stutter. I wanted back into those arms as soon as possible. And I mentally bash my face in for thinking that.
"There's a coffee shop nearby. You like coffee, да?" He said, turning and walking away, making me have to catch up.
"You like coffee?" I ask, looking at his face. He seemed so much more relaxed. He even had a small calm smile on his face. I like him better like this.
"Да, actually, I do." He said.
"What does 'dah' mean?" I ask.
"'Да' means yes, I suppose." He said, looking at me.
"then what does this mean?" I ask, pulling out the note from earlier.
"'Ya tebya lyu blu'." he said.
"What does it mean?" I ask.
"Nothing special."
I groan. He's being difficult on purpose!
That's when the rain started. Like a wall of water from above. I HATE ENGLISH WEATHER!
I look up at the sky and stop walking. I give it a 'really?' look.
"WHY?" I yell.
I heard Ivan jump, then felt him looking at me.
"WHY DO YOU HATE ME?" The rain fell harder. "THANK YOU! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!" I wave my hands around to prove my point.
"I take it that you don't like the rain much?"
"No. I don't. It's all wet and gross and cold and wet." I pout. It was a manly pout. Not all girly like other people's pouts. It's all manly and adult like. So ha. The hero wins again.
-This is a line commissioned by the flying mint bunny.-
I held back a laugh at how cute Alfred looked. His arms folded in front of his chest, face down, lip sticking out slightly. His eyebrows scrunched together and his blue eyes looked at me accusingly through long, thick, blond eyelashes; as though I was the reason it started raining. There were drops of water on his glasses and his hair was dripping wet, much like the rest if him.
I had more protection, considering how I never left home without my trench coat and scarf.
"The coffee shop's close, come on." I say, grabbing his hand and dragging him off.
Shortly afterward, we reached our destination. Katyusha was a greeter today. She finally left the other restaurant.
" Oh! Hello Vanya! Hello Alfred! What are you doing here?" she asks, pulling me into a hug.
"We want coffee." I reply.
"Oh, of course. Is it your day off, Vanya?" She asked.
"I'm here, aren't I, Katy?" I ask, good naturedly.
"Yes. Ill get your orders. Please take a seat." she said, running off.
We sit by the window, and Alfred stares off, looking melancholy.
-France and this line are friends... with benefits...-
"Hey, Ivan?" I ask after Katyusha gave us our coffees. "Do you think I would accept their deaths better if it had been raining that day?"
"Who's death?"
"My parents."
I heard a sharp intake of breath and I looked at Ivan. He looked shocked. I wanted to cry, just by bringing them up, but I couldn't keep them back when I saw his face. He looked as though he was too broken to fix. I feel his hand grab mine for the somethingth time that day.
"No. Even if the weather fit the occasion, it wouldn't help. You lost something that you will never get back that day. Nothing will make their deaths any better. Time will help heal, but it won't make you forget." He said
"And you have friends to lean on for support. And family. And if you think about it, I suppose that event was lucky. I mean, look at everything you've done without them. Look at all you've accomplished and all the people you've met. You must have been born with an insane amount of luck, because I could only dream of having a life like yours."
it may have been the cheesiest thing I've ever heard, but it made sense.
And then he told me about his past.
After he was done, I looked up from staring at my coffee.
"You know... You're pretty lucky too." I say.
"What do you mean by that?" He asked, almost defensively.
"You met me."
It took a second to sink in before he gave me the most beautiful grin I've ever seen. I couldn't help but smile back.
HELLO!
It's been a while.
I wanted to see if I got any more reviews before I got too anxious and posted anyway.
(I didn't.)
I want at least 4 reviews before I post again.
That's only asking for one more than what I got last time.
That's not that hard is it people!
Sorry if I seem rude.
I feed off praise.
And nobody sends praise.
Sad day.