Riyao: Just like before, I have a lot (well, not a lot but it's doesn't sound right when I say I have some. Plus, it's a lot more than the last one) to say.
1) Sorry I delayed this story. I was writing it but then I got to this one point where I didn't know what the next sentence was going to be. It's not that I don't like this story, in fact, it's the total opposite but like I said before, I got to this one point where I didn't know what the next sentence was. I gave myself a 10 days limit writing this story. If I didn't finish it in 10 days, I'd kick myself. It was really difficult trying to finish this in ten days because then I was rushing and pushing myself so it was like, "Day 6; 4 Days Left" kinda thing. Usually, I like to give myself some time before I write anything.
2) I don't know French very well so if the words look funny, tell me because I used a translator for it. I understand a bit of French, but not enough to make the sentence I want.
3) I should really try to be nicer to Enrique. Remember, I said try.
4) For those of you who want to review this chapter but already reviewed chapter 3, review chapter 2 if you haven't (and make sure you say it's for chapter 3). If you did, send an anonymous review saying it's for the REAL chapter three.
5) Note that when Enrique says 'she', he's talking about Oliver unless another female was introduced. If after he says she or her right after the other female was told about, then he's talking about the other woman and not Oliver.
6) I got really bored so I decided to write this in 2 different point of views so you can chose to read what point of view you want. Scroll down for Enrique's and scroll down even farther for Oliver's.
7) I'm sure this is the way I want it but if something's wrong, tell me NICELY and I'll fix it. Noticed how I emphasized nicely.
8) Since I finished this before Christmas, I guess this is my present to you readers out there!
"speech"
~other self~
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Okay, in case you forgot what happen before, right now, I'm on a date with the green-headed girl to get ice-cream.
~Why haven't you gotten her name yet?~
Don't mind him. He's just angry cause he can't accept the fact that I can get a girl without..... err...without......I can just get a girl!
~Who are you talking to?~
The readers.
~What readers?~
"THOSE READERS!!!" I shouted.
Uh oh.
"What....readers?" She said slowly in confusion.
"Uhh, those readers," I said, panicking, "they're just awful, reading on someone's life while that person hasn't a clue that their being watched their every move. Don't you agree that it's bad enough that you're being watched while you suffer?"
~That's a nice recover.~
"Hmmm, I guess you're right."
"Yeah, which is exactly the reason I don't read!"
~Or so I said.~
"Too bad. I enjoy literature."
"Well, we all have different taste. You like books to read and I like books to throw at my trigonometry tutor so I can make a run for it, which reminds me, I wonder how his cast is doing? His leg was hurt pretty bad."
I wonder what's wrong with her? She's just standing there, her mouth gaping open and her eyes big like I said I grew an extra arm or something. Frankly, I wouldn't look like that if someone told me they grew an extra arm.
"Just how heavy was that book you threw at him?!"
What the heck is she talking about? I only threw the textbook at him three times. It wasn't that bad compared to the encyclopaedia I chucked at him five times, almanacs twelve times, the whole bookshelf once and kicking him in the shin and running away twice. Wait...she thinks I'M the one who broke his leg. So that's what she's gaping about.
"I didn't break his leg! He fell down the stairs!"
I don't believe this! She still looks worried AFTER I told her that!
~Well, other from that, look! There's the ice-cream shop you've been looking for!~
Hey, you're right! Let's go.
"Hey look there! It's the ice-cream parlour!"
And man, am I hungry! And because of that, I ran ahead. I walked up to the counter and ordered two hot chocolate sundaes. The waiter (or whatever you call the person that's at the counter taking your order) just stared at me. What is it with me and waiters today?
"HELLO!" I yelled at the waiter. Maybe he's deaf or something. "DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID I WANT TWO SUNDAES!!!"
He just looked at me funny and said, with a thick accent I do not recognize, "Je ne comprends pas un mot seul vous dites parce que je ne parle pas anglais." [1]
~Oh lookie here, he's not deaf. Now you don't have to be loud anymore.~
Ack! How rude! Someone just shoved me from behind! Oh wait, it's the green-headed girl.
"Je plains mon ami INCROYABLEMENT bruyant ici mais nous aimerions un sundae de chocolat chaud et une glace-crème de vallina [2]," she said (though I didn't really hear it too well) to the waiter. He nodded and went to get us our orders. The only word I caught there was I, my, we, a chocolate sundae and something about ice cream and vallina. I think I heard corn in there too.
A French girl ehh? That'll make things even more interesting.
"So you're French huh? I like French people. They seem to interest me."
She raised an eyebrow at me.
Anyways, we walked over to a table. At our tables, the same waiter came over with one sundae and one ice-cream cone. As soon as he placed them down at our table, I yelled, "Hey! You got the wrong order! I didn't order this!"
"No, I did." she said, "I'm not a fan of chocolate sundaes."
"Oh..." I said quietly to myself. Didn't want to make a fool out of myself.
"Quatre dollar, s'il vous plaît." [3]
She started to speak. "He said four-"
"I know what he said!!"
"You do?" she replied, "Then why are you speaking English?"
"I was told that people here knew English. Like you for instance. Beside, I know English better than I know French."
She chuckled and then started to eat her cone. I don't get what's so funny. Watching her eat made me hungry so I started to eat mine too. This is boring. If I wanted to eat with someone without doing anything else (no, not THAT anything else), I would've just eaten in front of a mirror.
"Hey," I said, trying to make conversation, "Seeing on how I know where you're from now, I'll tell you about me."
She looked up at me.
"I'm from Italy. Rome to be exact. I'm the son of the royal family in Italy."
"Really?" she said. She seems to be interested, "What a coincidence, I'm from the royal family in France."
"I also have a beyblade. Do you want me to explain to you what a beyblade is?"
"No need too. I, myself own one."
"Wow! That's really a coincidence. Why don't we have a battle right now to see who's the better one?"
"Sure." she replied, "I'll take you on anytime." Her face then had a smile on it that looked somewhat cocky.
"Let's go!" I said, getting up from my seat. Then I remembered about the sundae and looked down at it. I sat back down and then started to finish off my sundae.
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Oliver's P.O.V
What just happened here? First thing I know, I'm at a cafe just wanting a glass of water and next, I'm "officially" on a date with his blonde guy whose too close for comfort, seems to be looking at me in a sort of devilish way and doesn't look like he has the slightest clue what's he doing at all. But, I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. He looks deep into thoughts. I wonder what's he thinking.
"THOSE READERS!!!"
............what?
"What....readers?" I asked.
"Uhh, those readers," he panicked. I could tell. "they're just awful, reading on someone's life while that person hasn't a clue that their being watched their every move. Don't you agree that it's bad enough that you're being watched while you suffer?"
This smart (noticed I emphasized smart if I could) comment made me think about what he said.
"Hmmm, I guess you're right."
"Yeah, which is exactly the reason I don't read!"
"Too bad," I replied, "I enjoy literature."
I really do and right now, I rather be at home, reading one of my novels than be on a date with this guy. People are giving me strange looks.
"Well, we all have different taste. You like books to read and I like books to throw at my trigonometry tutor so I can make a run for it, which reminds me, I wonder how his cast is doing? His leg was hurt pretty bad."
...........
"Just how heavy was that book you threw at him?!"
He looks confused at first and now looks like he just got what I meant.
"I didn't break his leg! He fell down the stairs!"
Is that how he broke his leg? Phew but better to be safe than sorry. Better to be paranoid than dead.
"Hey look there! It's the ice-cream parlour!" I heard him yell while running ahead. It's not like I want to go but it's rude to leave right now and plus, it's rude to refuse free food even though I don't swing that way. I'll tell him I'm not gay eventually. After the free food.
While walking to the door, I could see him say something to the waiter (I couldn't hear too clearly) and then getting mad because of what I saw, the waiter did nothing. I manage to come in the parlour in time to hear him yell, "HELLO! DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID I WANT TWO SUNDAES!!!" I also heard the waiter say, "I do not understand a single word you are saying because I do not speak English." (By the way, I'm French so what I just told you was a translation from French to English.) I'm assuming that he doesn't understand a single word of what HE'S saying so I pushed him aside and said to him in French, "I'm sorry for my INCREDIBLY loud friend here but we would like a hot chocolate sundae and a vanilla ice-cream." The waiter left to get our orders.
"So you're French huh? I like French people. They seem to interest me."
Is that why he's here in France? I really didn't pay much attention to what happened after we sat down at our tables except for hearing him say, "Hey! You got the wrong order! I didn't order this!" The waiter was holding his order and my order. Better tell him why it's like that before he gets mad at him for nothing.
"No, I did. I'm not a fan of chocolate sundaes."
I'm sure he said something because his mouth opened a little and then closed.
"Four dollars please." the waiter said.
Better translate for him. "He said four-"
"I know what he said!!" he yelled, his head suddenly shot up.
He does? It didn't seem like that when he was talking to the waiter earlier.
"You do? Then why are you speaking English?"
"I was told that people here knew English. Like you for instance. Beside, I know English better than I know French."
I laughed but not "HAHAHAHA!!!" laugh. After that, I started to lick my cone away. Even though I wasn't looking at him directly, I could see he started to eat his sundae as well.
"Hey, seeing on how I know where you're from, I'll tell you about me."
I looked up at him to see what he was going to say.
"I'm from Italy." he said, "Rome to be exact. I'm the son of the royal family in Italy."
"Really?" What a coincidence, I'm from the royal family in France."
"I," the blonde Italian said with great pride in his next statement, "also have a beyblade. Do you want me to explain to you what a beyblade is?"
"No need too. I, myself own one."
"Wow! That's really a coincidence. Why don't we have a battle right now to see who's the better one?"
"Sure. I'll take you on anytime." Might as well show him I'm not what he thinks. He'll never be able to beat Unicoylon.
"Let's go!" he said, charging up. I did the same too but not in his lead. Then I realized about the ice-cream I was holding. Better finish it before the battle so I sat done, finishing off what was left of my cone.
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For those of you who are only reading Enrique's P.O.V
[1] I do not understand a single word you are saying because I do not speak English.
[2] I'm sorry for my INCREDIBLY loud friend here but we would like a hot chocolate sundae and a vanilla ice-cream.
[3] Four dollars, please.
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Riyao: Wah! I know this chapter's short (in story, not words). Sorry but I didn't really have a good idea what was going to happen. All I wanted was to have Enrique mention something about his beyblade and for them to have a battle. If you have any ideas, then tell me. I might not use them, but I also might use them. Reviews would be greatly appreciated so send those reviews in!
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1) Sorry I delayed this story. I was writing it but then I got to this one point where I didn't know what the next sentence was going to be. It's not that I don't like this story, in fact, it's the total opposite but like I said before, I got to this one point where I didn't know what the next sentence was. I gave myself a 10 days limit writing this story. If I didn't finish it in 10 days, I'd kick myself. It was really difficult trying to finish this in ten days because then I was rushing and pushing myself so it was like, "Day 6; 4 Days Left" kinda thing. Usually, I like to give myself some time before I write anything.
2) I don't know French very well so if the words look funny, tell me because I used a translator for it. I understand a bit of French, but not enough to make the sentence I want.
3) I should really try to be nicer to Enrique. Remember, I said try.
4) For those of you who want to review this chapter but already reviewed chapter 3, review chapter 2 if you haven't (and make sure you say it's for chapter 3). If you did, send an anonymous review saying it's for the REAL chapter three.
5) Note that when Enrique says 'she', he's talking about Oliver unless another female was introduced. If after he says she or her right after the other female was told about, then he's talking about the other woman and not Oliver.
6) I got really bored so I decided to write this in 2 different point of views so you can chose to read what point of view you want. Scroll down for Enrique's and scroll down even farther for Oliver's.
7) I'm sure this is the way I want it but if something's wrong, tell me NICELY and I'll fix it. Noticed how I emphasized nicely.
8) Since I finished this before Christmas, I guess this is my present to you readers out there!
"speech"
~other self~
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Okay, in case you forgot what happen before, right now, I'm on a date with the green-headed girl to get ice-cream.
~Why haven't you gotten her name yet?~
Don't mind him. He's just angry cause he can't accept the fact that I can get a girl without..... err...without......I can just get a girl!
~Who are you talking to?~
The readers.
~What readers?~
"THOSE READERS!!!" I shouted.
Uh oh.
"What....readers?" She said slowly in confusion.
"Uhh, those readers," I said, panicking, "they're just awful, reading on someone's life while that person hasn't a clue that their being watched their every move. Don't you agree that it's bad enough that you're being watched while you suffer?"
~That's a nice recover.~
"Hmmm, I guess you're right."
"Yeah, which is exactly the reason I don't read!"
~Or so I said.~
"Too bad. I enjoy literature."
"Well, we all have different taste. You like books to read and I like books to throw at my trigonometry tutor so I can make a run for it, which reminds me, I wonder how his cast is doing? His leg was hurt pretty bad."
I wonder what's wrong with her? She's just standing there, her mouth gaping open and her eyes big like I said I grew an extra arm or something. Frankly, I wouldn't look like that if someone told me they grew an extra arm.
"Just how heavy was that book you threw at him?!"
What the heck is she talking about? I only threw the textbook at him three times. It wasn't that bad compared to the encyclopaedia I chucked at him five times, almanacs twelve times, the whole bookshelf once and kicking him in the shin and running away twice. Wait...she thinks I'M the one who broke his leg. So that's what she's gaping about.
"I didn't break his leg! He fell down the stairs!"
I don't believe this! She still looks worried AFTER I told her that!
~Well, other from that, look! There's the ice-cream shop you've been looking for!~
Hey, you're right! Let's go.
"Hey look there! It's the ice-cream parlour!"
And man, am I hungry! And because of that, I ran ahead. I walked up to the counter and ordered two hot chocolate sundaes. The waiter (or whatever you call the person that's at the counter taking your order) just stared at me. What is it with me and waiters today?
"HELLO!" I yelled at the waiter. Maybe he's deaf or something. "DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID I WANT TWO SUNDAES!!!"
He just looked at me funny and said, with a thick accent I do not recognize, "Je ne comprends pas un mot seul vous dites parce que je ne parle pas anglais." [1]
~Oh lookie here, he's not deaf. Now you don't have to be loud anymore.~
Ack! How rude! Someone just shoved me from behind! Oh wait, it's the green-headed girl.
"Je plains mon ami INCROYABLEMENT bruyant ici mais nous aimerions un sundae de chocolat chaud et une glace-crème de vallina [2]," she said (though I didn't really hear it too well) to the waiter. He nodded and went to get us our orders. The only word I caught there was I, my, we, a chocolate sundae and something about ice cream and vallina. I think I heard corn in there too.
A French girl ehh? That'll make things even more interesting.
"So you're French huh? I like French people. They seem to interest me."
She raised an eyebrow at me.
Anyways, we walked over to a table. At our tables, the same waiter came over with one sundae and one ice-cream cone. As soon as he placed them down at our table, I yelled, "Hey! You got the wrong order! I didn't order this!"
"No, I did." she said, "I'm not a fan of chocolate sundaes."
"Oh..." I said quietly to myself. Didn't want to make a fool out of myself.
"Quatre dollar, s'il vous plaît." [3]
She started to speak. "He said four-"
"I know what he said!!"
"You do?" she replied, "Then why are you speaking English?"
"I was told that people here knew English. Like you for instance. Beside, I know English better than I know French."
She chuckled and then started to eat her cone. I don't get what's so funny. Watching her eat made me hungry so I started to eat mine too. This is boring. If I wanted to eat with someone without doing anything else (no, not THAT anything else), I would've just eaten in front of a mirror.
"Hey," I said, trying to make conversation, "Seeing on how I know where you're from now, I'll tell you about me."
She looked up at me.
"I'm from Italy. Rome to be exact. I'm the son of the royal family in Italy."
"Really?" she said. She seems to be interested, "What a coincidence, I'm from the royal family in France."
"I also have a beyblade. Do you want me to explain to you what a beyblade is?"
"No need too. I, myself own one."
"Wow! That's really a coincidence. Why don't we have a battle right now to see who's the better one?"
"Sure." she replied, "I'll take you on anytime." Her face then had a smile on it that looked somewhat cocky.
"Let's go!" I said, getting up from my seat. Then I remembered about the sundae and looked down at it. I sat back down and then started to finish off my sundae.
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Oliver's P.O.V
What just happened here? First thing I know, I'm at a cafe just wanting a glass of water and next, I'm "officially" on a date with his blonde guy whose too close for comfort, seems to be looking at me in a sort of devilish way and doesn't look like he has the slightest clue what's he doing at all. But, I shouldn't judge a book by its cover. He looks deep into thoughts. I wonder what's he thinking.
"THOSE READERS!!!"
............what?
"What....readers?" I asked.
"Uhh, those readers," he panicked. I could tell. "they're just awful, reading on someone's life while that person hasn't a clue that their being watched their every move. Don't you agree that it's bad enough that you're being watched while you suffer?"
This smart (noticed I emphasized smart if I could) comment made me think about what he said.
"Hmmm, I guess you're right."
"Yeah, which is exactly the reason I don't read!"
"Too bad," I replied, "I enjoy literature."
I really do and right now, I rather be at home, reading one of my novels than be on a date with this guy. People are giving me strange looks.
"Well, we all have different taste. You like books to read and I like books to throw at my trigonometry tutor so I can make a run for it, which reminds me, I wonder how his cast is doing? His leg was hurt pretty bad."
...........
"Just how heavy was that book you threw at him?!"
He looks confused at first and now looks like he just got what I meant.
"I didn't break his leg! He fell down the stairs!"
Is that how he broke his leg? Phew but better to be safe than sorry. Better to be paranoid than dead.
"Hey look there! It's the ice-cream parlour!" I heard him yell while running ahead. It's not like I want to go but it's rude to leave right now and plus, it's rude to refuse free food even though I don't swing that way. I'll tell him I'm not gay eventually. After the free food.
While walking to the door, I could see him say something to the waiter (I couldn't hear too clearly) and then getting mad because of what I saw, the waiter did nothing. I manage to come in the parlour in time to hear him yell, "HELLO! DID YOU HEAR ME? I SAID I WANT TWO SUNDAES!!!" I also heard the waiter say, "I do not understand a single word you are saying because I do not speak English." (By the way, I'm French so what I just told you was a translation from French to English.) I'm assuming that he doesn't understand a single word of what HE'S saying so I pushed him aside and said to him in French, "I'm sorry for my INCREDIBLY loud friend here but we would like a hot chocolate sundae and a vanilla ice-cream." The waiter left to get our orders.
"So you're French huh? I like French people. They seem to interest me."
Is that why he's here in France? I really didn't pay much attention to what happened after we sat down at our tables except for hearing him say, "Hey! You got the wrong order! I didn't order this!" The waiter was holding his order and my order. Better tell him why it's like that before he gets mad at him for nothing.
"No, I did. I'm not a fan of chocolate sundaes."
I'm sure he said something because his mouth opened a little and then closed.
"Four dollars please." the waiter said.
Better translate for him. "He said four-"
"I know what he said!!" he yelled, his head suddenly shot up.
He does? It didn't seem like that when he was talking to the waiter earlier.
"You do? Then why are you speaking English?"
"I was told that people here knew English. Like you for instance. Beside, I know English better than I know French."
I laughed but not "HAHAHAHA!!!" laugh. After that, I started to lick my cone away. Even though I wasn't looking at him directly, I could see he started to eat his sundae as well.
"Hey, seeing on how I know where you're from, I'll tell you about me."
I looked up at him to see what he was going to say.
"I'm from Italy." he said, "Rome to be exact. I'm the son of the royal family in Italy."
"Really?" What a coincidence, I'm from the royal family in France."
"I," the blonde Italian said with great pride in his next statement, "also have a beyblade. Do you want me to explain to you what a beyblade is?"
"No need too. I, myself own one."
"Wow! That's really a coincidence. Why don't we have a battle right now to see who's the better one?"
"Sure. I'll take you on anytime." Might as well show him I'm not what he thinks. He'll never be able to beat Unicoylon.
"Let's go!" he said, charging up. I did the same too but not in his lead. Then I realized about the ice-cream I was holding. Better finish it before the battle so I sat done, finishing off what was left of my cone.
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For those of you who are only reading Enrique's P.O.V
[1] I do not understand a single word you are saying because I do not speak English.
[2] I'm sorry for my INCREDIBLY loud friend here but we would like a hot chocolate sundae and a vanilla ice-cream.
[3] Four dollars, please.
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Riyao: Wah! I know this chapter's short (in story, not words). Sorry but I didn't really have a good idea what was going to happen. All I wanted was to have Enrique mention something about his beyblade and for them to have a battle. If you have any ideas, then tell me. I might not use them, but I also might use them. Reviews would be greatly appreciated so send those reviews in!
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