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"Well, well, well, if it isn't the one and only Blue Mary." Joe said to her. Max was like (again) @_@ looking to and fro Mary and the guys.
"You're not kidding!" he said to his sister. Mary flicked her hair and smiled.
"I told you, you never listen." She glanced at Terry and saw him looking like a zombie. "Terry, sit down and don't touch your face." She warned him and walked to the stage but she stopped midway and pulled Terry along with her. "On second thought, you better be at backstage. Max, don't do anything stupid, you hear?" she asked strictly.
Whether Max was listening or not, she didn't know as Joe and Max were too deep in their conversation. She rolled her eyes and continued pulling Terry backstage. There were a lot of boxes here and there but no dusts. It seemed as though the place had just been cleaned.
Mary was preparing a bowl of warm water, a clean towel and some other stuff. Terry was forced to lie on a collapsible chair. She disappeared and reappeared 5 minutes later. "Hey." She said. "Sorry for the poor service." She apologized.
"Why here in the first place?" he asked.
"Too many people outside. I wouldn't want them to see me aiding a man and have them 'stalking' me for it for the whole week now would I?"
"Yeah, 'guess not." He smiled, shutting his eyes.
She took out a clipper and carefully plucked out the glass shards sticking on Terry's face. He winced slightly at first but relaxed and pretended it was nothing.
There was a moment of silence. "Hey,.." "Uh..." they both started at the same time. Then, stopped and smiled. Then said simultaneously, "You first." And finally, laughed.
Terry started the conversation. "So, what have you been doing for the past 3 years?" he asked. Despite not seeing each other in 3 years, she hasn't changed one bit. And she was thinking of the same thing as he was. Only difference was her thoughts was about him.
She shrugged before replying. "I've been around." She dabbed his face with a soaked towel. "I tagged along with Billy and Ryuji for the King Of Fighter tournaments. And then I met King, the owner of this bar, and she said she'd really love it if I could help around. That's how I ended up here. My brother just came here from time to time after school to help, and he get paid for it." She removed the towel and dried his face with a dry towel. "How about you? You disappeared completely for the past 3 years." She said.
Terry thought about it for a moment but then sighed and shut his eyes again, "Trust me, you don't wanna' know." He said. For some reason, Mary didn't push him to go on. That's what he likes about her. She doesn't push him into saying stuffs he refused to talk about. But she didn't stop talking there either.
She was slowly sticking some plasters onto his face, "So, what brought you here?"
Terry hmphed and said, "Just accompanying Joe. It's too boring at home."
She nodded okay but said nothing. Terry opened his eyes and watched her at work. Their faces were mere centimetres apart and a slight jerk could cause a 'surprise'. She was focusing on her job too much that she didn't realise he was staring at her. After a few moments, she caught a pair of intense blue eyes staring at her.
She smiled a little, feeling a little blush coming. "What? Something on my face?" she asked.
"Nah." Terry replied and closed his eyes again, smiling.
25 minutes later, after numerous plucking, dabbing and plastering, she stretched. "Ok, Terry, you're as good as new." She said. No response. She looked at him and saw his chest slowly and steadily rose and fall. He was asleep. She leaned forward and looked at his sleeping face. Damn, he was gorgeous. His face was very peaceful yet, hid a deep and aching sorrow. She traced his face with her fingers so lightly that he didn't feel a thing. Then, her fingers rested on his lips. She knew he was good looking since the first time they met but at this distance, it took her breath away, even with the plasters on his face. 'I wonder...' she thought and absent mindedly bent down to brush her lips with his. His lips were firm but gentle, and it felt as if time stood still. She only meant to make it a peck but somehow, she can't let go.
If I told you how I feel about you
Would you say the same and
If I wrote it in a letter
Would you keep it or throw it away
I never thought I'd feel the way I'm feeling lately
When everything you seem to do just drives me crazy
She always thought she had a thing about him and thought he felt the same way too about her but, nah, who was she kidding? This is Terry Bogard we're talking about here. The strongest fighter in the world who has millions of girls chasing him and just dying to be his Mrs, what makes she think he'd settle for an ordinary, tomboyish rascal like herself?
Every waking day you take my breath away
With every word you say you take my breath away
You look at me that way, baby come what may
I hope that you'll always know how to take my breath away
How to take my breath away... (how to take my breath away...)
She pulled away when she heard some footsteps coming and Terry seemed to stir as the sound grew nearer. He opened his eyes and looked at Mary who, in turn, looked at the door expectantly. The footsteps were getting clearer and from the sound of it, the owner was angry as he/she was stomping on the floor as he/she walked.
The door flung open and came...
To Be Continued...
Well, what more can I say? I have done this piece 'o work now, it's up to YOU to review and give some support to ME! Just remember this equation:
Your review + my brain = faster chapters!!!!
Therefore, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!
Tyrant-Scizor: NNNOOOO!!!! NOT A CLIFFHANGER!!!!
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the one and only Blue Mary." Joe said to her. Max was like (again) @_@ looking to and fro Mary and the guys.
"You're not kidding!" he said to his sister. Mary flicked her hair and smiled.
"I told you, you never listen." She glanced at Terry and saw him looking like a zombie. "Terry, sit down and don't touch your face." She warned him and walked to the stage but she stopped midway and pulled Terry along with her. "On second thought, you better be at backstage. Max, don't do anything stupid, you hear?" she asked strictly.
Whether Max was listening or not, she didn't know as Joe and Max were too deep in their conversation. She rolled her eyes and continued pulling Terry backstage. There were a lot of boxes here and there but no dusts. It seemed as though the place had just been cleaned.
Mary was preparing a bowl of warm water, a clean towel and some other stuff. Terry was forced to lie on a collapsible chair. She disappeared and reappeared 5 minutes later. "Hey." She said. "Sorry for the poor service." She apologized.
"Why here in the first place?" he asked.
"Too many people outside. I wouldn't want them to see me aiding a man and have them 'stalking' me for it for the whole week now would I?"
"Yeah, 'guess not." He smiled, shutting his eyes.
She took out a clipper and carefully plucked out the glass shards sticking on Terry's face. He winced slightly at first but relaxed and pretended it was nothing.
There was a moment of silence. "Hey,.." "Uh..." they both started at the same time. Then, stopped and smiled. Then said simultaneously, "You first." And finally, laughed.
Terry started the conversation. "So, what have you been doing for the past 3 years?" he asked. Despite not seeing each other in 3 years, she hasn't changed one bit. And she was thinking of the same thing as he was. Only difference was her thoughts was about him.
She shrugged before replying. "I've been around." She dabbed his face with a soaked towel. "I tagged along with Billy and Ryuji for the King Of Fighter tournaments. And then I met King, the owner of this bar, and she said she'd really love it if I could help around. That's how I ended up here. My brother just came here from time to time after school to help, and he get paid for it." She removed the towel and dried his face with a dry towel. "How about you? You disappeared completely for the past 3 years." She said.
Terry thought about it for a moment but then sighed and shut his eyes again, "Trust me, you don't wanna' know." He said. For some reason, Mary didn't push him to go on. That's what he likes about her. She doesn't push him into saying stuffs he refused to talk about. But she didn't stop talking there either.
She was slowly sticking some plasters onto his face, "So, what brought you here?"
Terry hmphed and said, "Just accompanying Joe. It's too boring at home."
She nodded okay but said nothing. Terry opened his eyes and watched her at work. Their faces were mere centimetres apart and a slight jerk could cause a 'surprise'. She was focusing on her job too much that she didn't realise he was staring at her. After a few moments, she caught a pair of intense blue eyes staring at her.
She smiled a little, feeling a little blush coming. "What? Something on my face?" she asked.
"Nah." Terry replied and closed his eyes again, smiling.
25 minutes later, after numerous plucking, dabbing and plastering, she stretched. "Ok, Terry, you're as good as new." She said. No response. She looked at him and saw his chest slowly and steadily rose and fall. He was asleep. She leaned forward and looked at his sleeping face. Damn, he was gorgeous. His face was very peaceful yet, hid a deep and aching sorrow. She traced his face with her fingers so lightly that he didn't feel a thing. Then, her fingers rested on his lips. She knew he was good looking since the first time they met but at this distance, it took her breath away, even with the plasters on his face. 'I wonder...' she thought and absent mindedly bent down to brush her lips with his. His lips were firm but gentle, and it felt as if time stood still. She only meant to make it a peck but somehow, she can't let go.
If I told you how I feel about you
Would you say the same and
If I wrote it in a letter
Would you keep it or throw it away
I never thought I'd feel the way I'm feeling lately
When everything you seem to do just drives me crazy
She always thought she had a thing about him and thought he felt the same way too about her but, nah, who was she kidding? This is Terry Bogard we're talking about here. The strongest fighter in the world who has millions of girls chasing him and just dying to be his Mrs, what makes she think he'd settle for an ordinary, tomboyish rascal like herself?
Every waking day you take my breath away
With every word you say you take my breath away
You look at me that way, baby come what may
I hope that you'll always know how to take my breath away
How to take my breath away... (how to take my breath away...)
She pulled away when she heard some footsteps coming and Terry seemed to stir as the sound grew nearer. He opened his eyes and looked at Mary who, in turn, looked at the door expectantly. The footsteps were getting clearer and from the sound of it, the owner was angry as he/she was stomping on the floor as he/she walked.
The door flung open and came...
To Be Continued...
Well, what more can I say? I have done this piece 'o work now, it's up to YOU to review and give some support to ME! Just remember this equation:
Your review + my brain = faster chapters!!!!
Therefore, REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!
Tyrant-Scizor: NNNOOOO!!!! NOT A CLIFFHANGER!!!!