And then it Happened...
By: Kimmy-Sama
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me! Enough said!
Chapter Two: The Next Day
A splitting headache is what I woke up to. The light was way to bright and I knew if I tried to sit up, I would roll over and vomit. So I laid there, completely still.. except for my eyes opening just barely. I made out white walls, with many different sketches on them. I was back in my room. Somehow, I got here. Finally I decided to move a little.
"Lay still. You old baby. Can't even hold one glass of beer."
I wanted to explain that it had some kind of drug in it, but I couldn't even move my mouth. I ached so much, from the tip of my long hair, to the top of my big toe. Whatever was in that drink was way to strong for my small body.
Tira came over to my side, her eyes bright and full as she brushed some of my hair from my face. "You're hopeless. But I still love you."
I smiled lightly, and alowed her to help me up. As she held the mug, I took a long sip of the hot drink inside. It was some kind of herbal drink.. and soon I felt like I could move again. But my headache was still there.
"Thank you Tira... did I pass out?"
"Did you pass out? Ha! I wish!" With a laugh she stood and put a hand on her small hip. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans, a pair I got her one Christmas, and a large red sweatshirt that hung off one of her shoulders. Her hair was tied back and her glasses on. I swear she could have been a model.
"More like you dropped dead. I was dancing, then all of a sudden you were laying face down on the concrete. Better be glad that someone showed up to help you. I couldn't drag you back home without a strong person."
I rubbed my temples, and noticed I was only wearing a bed sheet. "Why am I naked?"
"You smelt bad. So we got you undressed."
"We?" I looked up at her face. "Who else besides you?"
A smile danced across her features. "Gateau."
"Who is Gateau?" I suddenly felt a little queasy. Someone got me undressed?
"A new friend. He's really nice. Not to mention that he was the same man I saw staring at you from the corner."
My insides went into a loop, and tightened. "Him? He... helped you... undress me??"
"Aw Marron!" She laughed and touched my cheek. "Your blushing!"
I did feel a little warm, but not just on my face. My mind was rushing, asking a million different things at once. Who was this man? And why did she let him undress me? I took a deep breath and watched her turn and walk off. "Where are you going?"
"To the shop. It has to be opened, so hurry up and get a quick shower in before you come downstairs." With a cheery smile, she left me alone in my bedroom. I stared down at my white sheets for sometime, then managed to get up and head to my bathroom.
The rest of the day went by slowly. Our book shop that was right under our home, got a few customers. It was just like a normal, uneventful day. Around lunch time, the two of us took our hour break and started walking down the street of our small town that was right outside of the city. There was a bistro just a few blocks away that we loved to eat at.
"A fresh salad, with plenty of Italian please."
"The salmon. With lemon."
After placing our orders, I went on to explain to her that the drink was drugged. She hadn't drank any of contents of the cup, so she didn't know. Then came the wave of apologies for giving me the drink in the first place. I just shrugged it off with a hand. The lunch was perfect and delicious like always, and we headed back toward the store.
"So... aren't you going to ask me about Gateau?" She said as she paused at a clothing rack outside a small store. I stopped walking and looked at her.
"He helped take me home. That's all I need to know."
"But... he asked me about you.." She held a yellow sundress up to her form. "Does this look nice?"
"Yes,... what do you mean he asked about me?" My interest suddenly shot up as she put the dress over her shoulder and proceeded in browsing.
"Just.. what your name was... if you had anyone, "special" in your life..." She shot me a small smirk as she pulled out a black skirt. I just stared at her, my mouth open slightly. "What's wrong Marron? You surprised that he was asking that?"
"No.." I lied, and looked at some clothes in front of me, trying to act very intrigued on who designed it. But soon I was staring at my friend once more. "But... what did you tell him?"
"That you were single.. and looking..."
"Tira!!"
"What?" She put a shirt back on the rack. "I just thought that you would maybe want to get to know him a little better! He's nice! And you need to get a boyfriend!"
I turned red and crossed my arms. I did that a lot when I got a little angry. "Don't try to play cupid in my life, Tira... I am capable of finding myself someone."
"Then why don't you have someone now?"
I felt as if my heart was cut in two. I shook my head and started walking. "I'm going back to the shop." And I left her there, not caring to talk to her any more.
So what if I didn't have someone right now? I didn't really need one, did I? I have a great life just selling books and relaxing at home. I don't need to complicate myself with a lover. They only confuse things all the more. As I thought, I reached in my pocket to fish for my key to the shop. I knew I was coming up to it, even if I was looking at the sidewalk. I got closer and finally glanced upwards.
Only to meet with the same ice blue eyes I locked with last night. Gateau stood in front of my book shop, wearing jeans and a plain T-shirt. He looked surprised to see me.. almost as much as I was surprised to see him.
We were only a few feet away from each other. I told myself that I should keep going, say something and un lock the door he stood in front of. But my knees seemed to be locked into place.
His big hand ran through his blonde locks. "Marron.... right? I.. hoped that you would be up by now..."
I found my voice after about one full minute. "Oh.. yeah.. just getting back from lunch."
"Was it good?"
That was an odd question. "Yes.. salmon.. very good."
"Ah.." He looked as nervous as me. "I'm Gateau.. in case you didn't know.."
"Oh.. yes... Tira told me this morning.."
"Good.... good..."
There was an awkward pause.. until I finally got the courage to walk to the door and open the lock. He was so.. big next to me. Taller, much more built. I felt as if maybe I was a boy... I looked back at him with a small, welcoming smile. "Why don't you come in? And... have a drink?"
"Thank you.." He smiled back, and I almost tripped as I stepped inside. He was definitely handsome. How the hell was I supposed to get through this?
By: Kimmy-Sama
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me! Enough said!
Chapter Two: The Next Day
A splitting headache is what I woke up to. The light was way to bright and I knew if I tried to sit up, I would roll over and vomit. So I laid there, completely still.. except for my eyes opening just barely. I made out white walls, with many different sketches on them. I was back in my room. Somehow, I got here. Finally I decided to move a little.
"Lay still. You old baby. Can't even hold one glass of beer."
I wanted to explain that it had some kind of drug in it, but I couldn't even move my mouth. I ached so much, from the tip of my long hair, to the top of my big toe. Whatever was in that drink was way to strong for my small body.
Tira came over to my side, her eyes bright and full as she brushed some of my hair from my face. "You're hopeless. But I still love you."
I smiled lightly, and alowed her to help me up. As she held the mug, I took a long sip of the hot drink inside. It was some kind of herbal drink.. and soon I felt like I could move again. But my headache was still there.
"Thank you Tira... did I pass out?"
"Did you pass out? Ha! I wish!" With a laugh she stood and put a hand on her small hip. She wore a pair of tight blue jeans, a pair I got her one Christmas, and a large red sweatshirt that hung off one of her shoulders. Her hair was tied back and her glasses on. I swear she could have been a model.
"More like you dropped dead. I was dancing, then all of a sudden you were laying face down on the concrete. Better be glad that someone showed up to help you. I couldn't drag you back home without a strong person."
I rubbed my temples, and noticed I was only wearing a bed sheet. "Why am I naked?"
"You smelt bad. So we got you undressed."
"We?" I looked up at her face. "Who else besides you?"
A smile danced across her features. "Gateau."
"Who is Gateau?" I suddenly felt a little queasy. Someone got me undressed?
"A new friend. He's really nice. Not to mention that he was the same man I saw staring at you from the corner."
My insides went into a loop, and tightened. "Him? He... helped you... undress me??"
"Aw Marron!" She laughed and touched my cheek. "Your blushing!"
I did feel a little warm, but not just on my face. My mind was rushing, asking a million different things at once. Who was this man? And why did she let him undress me? I took a deep breath and watched her turn and walk off. "Where are you going?"
"To the shop. It has to be opened, so hurry up and get a quick shower in before you come downstairs." With a cheery smile, she left me alone in my bedroom. I stared down at my white sheets for sometime, then managed to get up and head to my bathroom.
The rest of the day went by slowly. Our book shop that was right under our home, got a few customers. It was just like a normal, uneventful day. Around lunch time, the two of us took our hour break and started walking down the street of our small town that was right outside of the city. There was a bistro just a few blocks away that we loved to eat at.
"A fresh salad, with plenty of Italian please."
"The salmon. With lemon."
After placing our orders, I went on to explain to her that the drink was drugged. She hadn't drank any of contents of the cup, so she didn't know. Then came the wave of apologies for giving me the drink in the first place. I just shrugged it off with a hand. The lunch was perfect and delicious like always, and we headed back toward the store.
"So... aren't you going to ask me about Gateau?" She said as she paused at a clothing rack outside a small store. I stopped walking and looked at her.
"He helped take me home. That's all I need to know."
"But... he asked me about you.." She held a yellow sundress up to her form. "Does this look nice?"
"Yes,... what do you mean he asked about me?" My interest suddenly shot up as she put the dress over her shoulder and proceeded in browsing.
"Just.. what your name was... if you had anyone, "special" in your life..." She shot me a small smirk as she pulled out a black skirt. I just stared at her, my mouth open slightly. "What's wrong Marron? You surprised that he was asking that?"
"No.." I lied, and looked at some clothes in front of me, trying to act very intrigued on who designed it. But soon I was staring at my friend once more. "But... what did you tell him?"
"That you were single.. and looking..."
"Tira!!"
"What?" She put a shirt back on the rack. "I just thought that you would maybe want to get to know him a little better! He's nice! And you need to get a boyfriend!"
I turned red and crossed my arms. I did that a lot when I got a little angry. "Don't try to play cupid in my life, Tira... I am capable of finding myself someone."
"Then why don't you have someone now?"
I felt as if my heart was cut in two. I shook my head and started walking. "I'm going back to the shop." And I left her there, not caring to talk to her any more.
So what if I didn't have someone right now? I didn't really need one, did I? I have a great life just selling books and relaxing at home. I don't need to complicate myself with a lover. They only confuse things all the more. As I thought, I reached in my pocket to fish for my key to the shop. I knew I was coming up to it, even if I was looking at the sidewalk. I got closer and finally glanced upwards.
Only to meet with the same ice blue eyes I locked with last night. Gateau stood in front of my book shop, wearing jeans and a plain T-shirt. He looked surprised to see me.. almost as much as I was surprised to see him.
We were only a few feet away from each other. I told myself that I should keep going, say something and un lock the door he stood in front of. But my knees seemed to be locked into place.
His big hand ran through his blonde locks. "Marron.... right? I.. hoped that you would be up by now..."
I found my voice after about one full minute. "Oh.. yeah.. just getting back from lunch."
"Was it good?"
That was an odd question. "Yes.. salmon.. very good."
"Ah.." He looked as nervous as me. "I'm Gateau.. in case you didn't know.."
"Oh.. yes... Tira told me this morning.."
"Good.... good..."
There was an awkward pause.. until I finally got the courage to walk to the door and open the lock. He was so.. big next to me. Taller, much more built. I felt as if maybe I was a boy... I looked back at him with a small, welcoming smile. "Why don't you come in? And... have a drink?"
"Thank you.." He smiled back, and I almost tripped as I stepped inside. He was definitely handsome. How the hell was I supposed to get through this?