Hiyas! I know, I'm supposed to be revising, but y'know, you need to take
rests right? Yeah. Also, it's good practice for ummm, English, yeah,
English *Shifty eyes*, even though we're not even writing stories, but
anyway!
Disclaimer- I do not own basically any of the stuff I use.
Yay, my mum and dad just came back from Ireland, and they got me a leprechaun (plushie), not a real one :( He's called Ralph.
Pretty soon, I'm gonna run out of relevant chapter titles, so if it has nothing to do with the story, then sorry, I shouldn't have chosen this song
I'm sorry if this chapter turns out rubbish- I'm writing it really early in the morning (I just woke up and have nothing to do) and I'm kinda in a rush, need to revise.
Oh yeah, I'm calling Enrique's butler Piddlesworth cos he called him that in the show, even though it sounds like a bit of a fake name to me.
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Chapter 4: I could be an angel in your eyes
I was at home, a while later, running my arm under the cold tap. Manicured nails can really hurt when they're repeatedly dug into your arm and draw blood. Lets just say that Rosetta and Bianca weren't too happy that Enrique had chosen me over them, so they had obviously tried to make me unable to go to the disco, but it hadn't really worked, although my arm was killing me, but that wasn't going to stop me.
My mum wasn't home, so no questions were asked, which was good. I looked around for a first-aid kit, I couldn't find one, so instead, I hastily went upstairs to change into a long-sleeved t-shirt, so that she wouldn't notice. I might be boiling, but at least my mum won't ask me questions. She will eventually notice, but I have to think of a good enough excuse before she does. I don't want her to start worrying about me.
The dress was gone. They had taken it, I didn't object of course, I wasn't going to wear it anyway, who wears dresses to discos? More problems, oh well. I re-entered the kitchen to the sound of the door-bell and answered it, it was my mum. She had lots of shopping, she was going to make me help her.
"Why are you wearing a long-sleeved shirt?" She asked as soon as she saw me
I racked my brains for the best excuse I could think of "Umm, I was cold and my other clothes got wet, so I changed into this"
She seemed satisfied with the excuse, and bought all the shopping in. I breathed a sigh of relief and quietly helped her.
It was late now, and I was lying on my bed, stroking Pumpkin. Thunderclouds rumbled outside, but I was un-phased, I don't find thunder scary. Tomorrow was the disco. I couldn't get to sleep, it was all I could think of. If I turned up, those girls might do what they said they would, which isn't good at all. They could just be empty threats though. If I don't show up then, everyone except Enrique is happy, hmmm. Hard choice. Not.
"You all will attend the disco, to raise money for the less-fortunate" My teacher's voice rang out in my head. I have to go; everyone does, so I guess I'll have to put up with whatever they plan to do, for better or for worse.
I woke up the next morning, and looked out of my blinds. It was much like the morning of my first day of school here, warm, with clear skies. I looked out the window for a while, watching a helicopter fly up towards the mansion on the hill. A few minutes alter, another helicopter did the same. I had a suspicion who that house belonged to, but I would need to find out before I jumped to any conclusions.
Suddenly, there was a loud roaring sound outside and I opened the window and stuck my head out of it to get a better view. I saw a big shadow flying overhead, which I soon recognised as a blimp, when it descended further. It circled around a few times, then landed in a nearby field. I wonder who that belongs to? I shrugged, closed the window and got ready.
It was Sunday afternoon and 7:00 was drawing ever closer, it's funny how when you don't want things to happen, the time just flies by. It was 2:30, then suddenly it was 6:00. Where had all the time gone?
I trudged upstairs and searched through my wardrobe for something to wear. I settled with a pair of jeans and a blue top. I wore a jumper, just to go out of the house, so that my mum wouldn't see my arm. Part of it had gone very purple from bruising and had a few nasty scabs on it, she wouldn't want to see.
I made no real effort, to make myself look pretty or anything, I just re- did my plaits and sat and waited. Hopefully Enrique wouldn't like me anymore if I didn't wear tons of make-up and mini-skirts.
7:00 came and went, I sat, hoping that he'd forgotten, but at 10 past, the doorbell rang.
"I'll answer it, don't worry mum" I called, and opened the door. A person who looked like they worked as a butler stood there. I saw that there was a limo parked outside our house. I gasped, I'd never been in a limo before.
"Bye mum, see you at about 11" I walked out the door, and down the path, following the person. The door of the limo was open, so I got in. I was about to close the door, but the butler did it for me.
"Thank you, Piddlesworth" Enrique was sitting there wearing his usual clothes. Does he have any others?
"Hi" In said, looking round the limo, it was huge; there was a TV, computer, mini fridge and bar, and a whole load of things, which looked quite out of place.
"Hey, where's the dress?" Enrique asked, frowning
"Wrong size" I said, more excuses, "So, why are you late?" I asked, changing the subject
"Well, you see, we had a few guests round earlier and they talked, ok, argued, for a little longer than I'd expected and they drank all the tea, by that time it was 6, so, Piddlesworth had to go and buy some more for them, and because they only sell it in one shop in Italy, which is ages away, he had to take the helicopter and only just got back a few minutes ago, sorry."
"Oh, that's ok" I made no effort to talk to him after that, but he kept talking all the way to the disco. The limo stopped a few blocks away, apparently, not to attract attention, but I think that Enrique was trying to avoid Rosetta and Bianca. We got out and Piddlesworth took out a newspaper and began to read it, he was obviously going to wait there until 11.
As we walked towards the hall, Enrique repeatedly kept trying to put his arm around me, but I stepped a few paces away, but he only kept trying until I eventually let him, just as we were about to walk in. We paid the money for the poor, 2 Euros, per person, not that it would make much of a difference really.
The hall was very big; the music was very loud and bright lights illuminated spots in the darkness. Enrique dragged me into the middle of the hall. It was a slow dance and it seemed to last forever, but not in a good way, even though the song itself was only short. They kept staring at us. The song ended quickly (we had entered ¾ of the way through), and a faster song started, then, Bianca walked up to us, wearing what looked like the shortest skirt ever made.
"May I have the next dance?" She said, not even waiting for a reply, she pushed me out the way and started dancing with Enrique, obviously trying to get him to like her again. It seemed to be working. Good, I don't care. I walked over to the side and sat on one of the chairs, glad to be away from dancing.
I lost sight of them through the many people in the hall, but by the crowd gathering and the wolf-whistles, I guess that I didn't really want to see what was going on. I think I won't be seeing Enrique again tonight.
After a few more songs, the crowds parted, and I guessed that Bianca must have got upset because sure enough, Enrique came and sat down next to me.
"Enjoying yourself I see" I said, he looked slightly hurt, but then he grinned,
"You're jealous aren't you?" I looked away, smiling
"Maybe" I said, still not looking at him, he grabbed my arm, to pull me up and I yelled out in pain.
"What did you do that for?" He looked really confused; I guess I had to explain. "Sorry, I hurt my arm and it kinda stings when people touch it, so please, don't do it again"
"What did you do to it?" He looked concerned.
"Never mind" I didn't want to tell him that they had done it, or who knows how mad they'd be.
"Alright, I won't ask again. Can you still dance?"
"Of course I can" I stood up, but Rosetta came over, she was struggling to walk in the stilettos she was wearing. Enrique ignored her and he walked over to a corner, leaving me. She took one nasty glance at my clothes, laughed and tried to run after Enrique, but failed because of her shoes, so she took them off and went to greet him.
This went on all night. Every time that Enrique asked me to dance or was about to, they interrupted. By the end of it, I could see that he was getting a bit tired of them. He no longer agreed to dance with them in the hope that they would leave him alone, but preferred to walk away. I admired his determination.
It was now 10:30.
"This is the last song, so make it worth it" Said the DJ over the sound system, immediately a slow song started playing, I didn't recognise it. Up to now they had been playing music that I recognised from other countries. But this, I didn't know, it must be Italian. It sounded like Gondola music.
There was a rush to find a partner and everyone started dancing. I looked around for Enrique, I caught a glimpse of him on the other side of the hall, he was coming this way, being followed by both Rosetta and Bianca.
When he reached where I was, Enrique turned around and addressed the two girls
"Will you just......" The rest of his words were drowned out by the music but I got the gist of it. They both walked off, looking shocked.
I stood up and Enrique asked me if I would dance with him. I agreed. He had wanted a proper dance all evening after all.
This time, they weren't watching us, so it was so much more enjoyable. Enrique isn't the best of dancers, but he isn't the worst, still, he is quite good. So I enjoyed the dance while I could.
He smiled at me and I smiled back. He's ok I suppose, just a little too desperate. If he dropped the arrogance and stopped flirting all the time, then maybe....
He pulled me in closer; the song was nearly over, I didn't mind too much, just so long as it wasn't too close.
"Natalie" he whispered in my ear,
"Yeah"
"You know you said that if you went with me to this disco, then I had to leave you alone"
"Yes?"
"Well, I was thinking, could you please give me one more chance? You see, I got interrupted quite a lot this evening and I don't want you to judge me by this" He looked down at me with his sky-blue eyes.
"Alright" I said, not regretting what I'd said for once. I want to give him another chance, to see what he's really like
He grinned, looking pleased and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Rosetta and Bianca standing by the exit, looking curious. I ignored them and soon the song was over.
The main lights then came back on and we were all rushed out of the hall, there was a lot of confusion and luckily, the girls didn't get a chance to bother us.
As we walked back to the limo, down the dark streets, Enrique stopped and turned to face me. I knew what was coming next.
"Natalie" He whispered my name softly and started to lean in, towards me, Enrique put his arms around my waist, and his lips were barely an inch away from mine when I suddenly felt a stinging sensation in my shoulder. Rosetta or Bianca, I don't know which one, slapped me in the shoulder. I jumped and glared at them both. They walked past laughing. They seem to like violence don't they? I was so angry at them. Enrique looked as if he was too.
"Ignore them," I said quickly, Enrique was about to go after them, he looked furious, but instead of pursuing them, walked to the limo, and waited for Piddlesworth to open the door. We got in and Enrique sat screwing up pieces of paper and throwing them on the floor, for the whole trip.
"Thank you" I said as I got out of the limo, when we arrived back at my house. He looked up at me
"See you soon" He didn't seem too bothered, he resumed screwing up pieces of paper. I guess that he was counting how much money he had spent on them in total and despairing.
"Bye" I said quietly as the limo drove off. I walked up to the front door and knocked. I hate those girls, I really do, and I'm going to get them back, somehow. My mum let me in, wearing her dressing gown. She looked as if she'd just got to sleep and then I woke her up again.
"Too tired to talk, must sleep, good night" I went up the stairs and went to sleep almost immediately. I was so tired.
Dreaming about torture methods is so much fun, especially when they aren't there to ruin it.
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Yeah, that was the 4th chapter, please tell me if you like it or not. Thanks. If it's rubbish, please tell me (in a NICE way) and I'll spend more time on the next chapter, and I'll write it when I'm not supposed to be revising. Stupid exams *cries an ocean and floods the world, so she doesn't have to do exams, woo! *
Yeah, I probably won't write any more until after the exams, I REALLY need to revise now.
Anyway, thanks for reading, I'll write more as soon as I can, if there is any point.
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Disclaimer- I do not own basically any of the stuff I use.
Yay, my mum and dad just came back from Ireland, and they got me a leprechaun (plushie), not a real one :( He's called Ralph.
Pretty soon, I'm gonna run out of relevant chapter titles, so if it has nothing to do with the story, then sorry, I shouldn't have chosen this song
I'm sorry if this chapter turns out rubbish- I'm writing it really early in the morning (I just woke up and have nothing to do) and I'm kinda in a rush, need to revise.
Oh yeah, I'm calling Enrique's butler Piddlesworth cos he called him that in the show, even though it sounds like a bit of a fake name to me.
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Chapter 4: I could be an angel in your eyes
I was at home, a while later, running my arm under the cold tap. Manicured nails can really hurt when they're repeatedly dug into your arm and draw blood. Lets just say that Rosetta and Bianca weren't too happy that Enrique had chosen me over them, so they had obviously tried to make me unable to go to the disco, but it hadn't really worked, although my arm was killing me, but that wasn't going to stop me.
My mum wasn't home, so no questions were asked, which was good. I looked around for a first-aid kit, I couldn't find one, so instead, I hastily went upstairs to change into a long-sleeved t-shirt, so that she wouldn't notice. I might be boiling, but at least my mum won't ask me questions. She will eventually notice, but I have to think of a good enough excuse before she does. I don't want her to start worrying about me.
The dress was gone. They had taken it, I didn't object of course, I wasn't going to wear it anyway, who wears dresses to discos? More problems, oh well. I re-entered the kitchen to the sound of the door-bell and answered it, it was my mum. She had lots of shopping, she was going to make me help her.
"Why are you wearing a long-sleeved shirt?" She asked as soon as she saw me
I racked my brains for the best excuse I could think of "Umm, I was cold and my other clothes got wet, so I changed into this"
She seemed satisfied with the excuse, and bought all the shopping in. I breathed a sigh of relief and quietly helped her.
It was late now, and I was lying on my bed, stroking Pumpkin. Thunderclouds rumbled outside, but I was un-phased, I don't find thunder scary. Tomorrow was the disco. I couldn't get to sleep, it was all I could think of. If I turned up, those girls might do what they said they would, which isn't good at all. They could just be empty threats though. If I don't show up then, everyone except Enrique is happy, hmmm. Hard choice. Not.
"You all will attend the disco, to raise money for the less-fortunate" My teacher's voice rang out in my head. I have to go; everyone does, so I guess I'll have to put up with whatever they plan to do, for better or for worse.
I woke up the next morning, and looked out of my blinds. It was much like the morning of my first day of school here, warm, with clear skies. I looked out the window for a while, watching a helicopter fly up towards the mansion on the hill. A few minutes alter, another helicopter did the same. I had a suspicion who that house belonged to, but I would need to find out before I jumped to any conclusions.
Suddenly, there was a loud roaring sound outside and I opened the window and stuck my head out of it to get a better view. I saw a big shadow flying overhead, which I soon recognised as a blimp, when it descended further. It circled around a few times, then landed in a nearby field. I wonder who that belongs to? I shrugged, closed the window and got ready.
It was Sunday afternoon and 7:00 was drawing ever closer, it's funny how when you don't want things to happen, the time just flies by. It was 2:30, then suddenly it was 6:00. Where had all the time gone?
I trudged upstairs and searched through my wardrobe for something to wear. I settled with a pair of jeans and a blue top. I wore a jumper, just to go out of the house, so that my mum wouldn't see my arm. Part of it had gone very purple from bruising and had a few nasty scabs on it, she wouldn't want to see.
I made no real effort, to make myself look pretty or anything, I just re- did my plaits and sat and waited. Hopefully Enrique wouldn't like me anymore if I didn't wear tons of make-up and mini-skirts.
7:00 came and went, I sat, hoping that he'd forgotten, but at 10 past, the doorbell rang.
"I'll answer it, don't worry mum" I called, and opened the door. A person who looked like they worked as a butler stood there. I saw that there was a limo parked outside our house. I gasped, I'd never been in a limo before.
"Bye mum, see you at about 11" I walked out the door, and down the path, following the person. The door of the limo was open, so I got in. I was about to close the door, but the butler did it for me.
"Thank you, Piddlesworth" Enrique was sitting there wearing his usual clothes. Does he have any others?
"Hi" In said, looking round the limo, it was huge; there was a TV, computer, mini fridge and bar, and a whole load of things, which looked quite out of place.
"Hey, where's the dress?" Enrique asked, frowning
"Wrong size" I said, more excuses, "So, why are you late?" I asked, changing the subject
"Well, you see, we had a few guests round earlier and they talked, ok, argued, for a little longer than I'd expected and they drank all the tea, by that time it was 6, so, Piddlesworth had to go and buy some more for them, and because they only sell it in one shop in Italy, which is ages away, he had to take the helicopter and only just got back a few minutes ago, sorry."
"Oh, that's ok" I made no effort to talk to him after that, but he kept talking all the way to the disco. The limo stopped a few blocks away, apparently, not to attract attention, but I think that Enrique was trying to avoid Rosetta and Bianca. We got out and Piddlesworth took out a newspaper and began to read it, he was obviously going to wait there until 11.
As we walked towards the hall, Enrique repeatedly kept trying to put his arm around me, but I stepped a few paces away, but he only kept trying until I eventually let him, just as we were about to walk in. We paid the money for the poor, 2 Euros, per person, not that it would make much of a difference really.
The hall was very big; the music was very loud and bright lights illuminated spots in the darkness. Enrique dragged me into the middle of the hall. It was a slow dance and it seemed to last forever, but not in a good way, even though the song itself was only short. They kept staring at us. The song ended quickly (we had entered ¾ of the way through), and a faster song started, then, Bianca walked up to us, wearing what looked like the shortest skirt ever made.
"May I have the next dance?" She said, not even waiting for a reply, she pushed me out the way and started dancing with Enrique, obviously trying to get him to like her again. It seemed to be working. Good, I don't care. I walked over to the side and sat on one of the chairs, glad to be away from dancing.
I lost sight of them through the many people in the hall, but by the crowd gathering and the wolf-whistles, I guess that I didn't really want to see what was going on. I think I won't be seeing Enrique again tonight.
After a few more songs, the crowds parted, and I guessed that Bianca must have got upset because sure enough, Enrique came and sat down next to me.
"Enjoying yourself I see" I said, he looked slightly hurt, but then he grinned,
"You're jealous aren't you?" I looked away, smiling
"Maybe" I said, still not looking at him, he grabbed my arm, to pull me up and I yelled out in pain.
"What did you do that for?" He looked really confused; I guess I had to explain. "Sorry, I hurt my arm and it kinda stings when people touch it, so please, don't do it again"
"What did you do to it?" He looked concerned.
"Never mind" I didn't want to tell him that they had done it, or who knows how mad they'd be.
"Alright, I won't ask again. Can you still dance?"
"Of course I can" I stood up, but Rosetta came over, she was struggling to walk in the stilettos she was wearing. Enrique ignored her and he walked over to a corner, leaving me. She took one nasty glance at my clothes, laughed and tried to run after Enrique, but failed because of her shoes, so she took them off and went to greet him.
This went on all night. Every time that Enrique asked me to dance or was about to, they interrupted. By the end of it, I could see that he was getting a bit tired of them. He no longer agreed to dance with them in the hope that they would leave him alone, but preferred to walk away. I admired his determination.
It was now 10:30.
"This is the last song, so make it worth it" Said the DJ over the sound system, immediately a slow song started playing, I didn't recognise it. Up to now they had been playing music that I recognised from other countries. But this, I didn't know, it must be Italian. It sounded like Gondola music.
There was a rush to find a partner and everyone started dancing. I looked around for Enrique, I caught a glimpse of him on the other side of the hall, he was coming this way, being followed by both Rosetta and Bianca.
When he reached where I was, Enrique turned around and addressed the two girls
"Will you just......" The rest of his words were drowned out by the music but I got the gist of it. They both walked off, looking shocked.
I stood up and Enrique asked me if I would dance with him. I agreed. He had wanted a proper dance all evening after all.
This time, they weren't watching us, so it was so much more enjoyable. Enrique isn't the best of dancers, but he isn't the worst, still, he is quite good. So I enjoyed the dance while I could.
He smiled at me and I smiled back. He's ok I suppose, just a little too desperate. If he dropped the arrogance and stopped flirting all the time, then maybe....
He pulled me in closer; the song was nearly over, I didn't mind too much, just so long as it wasn't too close.
"Natalie" he whispered in my ear,
"Yeah"
"You know you said that if you went with me to this disco, then I had to leave you alone"
"Yes?"
"Well, I was thinking, could you please give me one more chance? You see, I got interrupted quite a lot this evening and I don't want you to judge me by this" He looked down at me with his sky-blue eyes.
"Alright" I said, not regretting what I'd said for once. I want to give him another chance, to see what he's really like
He grinned, looking pleased and I saw, out of the corner of my eye, Rosetta and Bianca standing by the exit, looking curious. I ignored them and soon the song was over.
The main lights then came back on and we were all rushed out of the hall, there was a lot of confusion and luckily, the girls didn't get a chance to bother us.
As we walked back to the limo, down the dark streets, Enrique stopped and turned to face me. I knew what was coming next.
"Natalie" He whispered my name softly and started to lean in, towards me, Enrique put his arms around my waist, and his lips were barely an inch away from mine when I suddenly felt a stinging sensation in my shoulder. Rosetta or Bianca, I don't know which one, slapped me in the shoulder. I jumped and glared at them both. They walked past laughing. They seem to like violence don't they? I was so angry at them. Enrique looked as if he was too.
"Ignore them," I said quickly, Enrique was about to go after them, he looked furious, but instead of pursuing them, walked to the limo, and waited for Piddlesworth to open the door. We got in and Enrique sat screwing up pieces of paper and throwing them on the floor, for the whole trip.
"Thank you" I said as I got out of the limo, when we arrived back at my house. He looked up at me
"See you soon" He didn't seem too bothered, he resumed screwing up pieces of paper. I guess that he was counting how much money he had spent on them in total and despairing.
"Bye" I said quietly as the limo drove off. I walked up to the front door and knocked. I hate those girls, I really do, and I'm going to get them back, somehow. My mum let me in, wearing her dressing gown. She looked as if she'd just got to sleep and then I woke her up again.
"Too tired to talk, must sleep, good night" I went up the stairs and went to sleep almost immediately. I was so tired.
Dreaming about torture methods is so much fun, especially when they aren't there to ruin it.
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Yeah, that was the 4th chapter, please tell me if you like it or not. Thanks. If it's rubbish, please tell me (in a NICE way) and I'll spend more time on the next chapter, and I'll write it when I'm not supposed to be revising. Stupid exams *cries an ocean and floods the world, so she doesn't have to do exams, woo! *
Yeah, I probably won't write any more until after the exams, I REALLY need to revise now.
Anyway, thanks for reading, I'll write more as soon as I can, if there is any point.
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