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The next morning I woke up with Seto's words still ringing in my head. I did not understand what all this meant. Maybe Seto and me will be together? I don't think so. Sunshine was pouring into my room, and I could smell the coffee brewing downstairs. I looked at the clock it was 9.
I took a shower and took longer than usual with my clothing and hair. I picked out my best fitting black jeans and my black sweater just like Seto. I went downstairs and before I entered the kitchen I forced myself to breathe normally. I smoothed my hair and stepped in the room, I was expecting to see Seto but neither him nor my dad was there.
"Your father is already working on his novel," Sara said answering my first question. "Seto doesn't want breakfast. All he wants is Tea and for lunch he wants me to leave the tray in front of his door so he can work all day undisturbed. I guess we will be seeing him for dinner."
I was disappointed but hid it from Sara. Will looked up from his oatmeal. "Did you see Mr. Kaiba's car, Anzu?
Sara moved the curtains to show me the car. "Take a look Anzu"
Outside was beautiful moonlight colour Porsche. The sun reflecting off the car made it look like ice. It looked very powerful; very expensive-I didn't realize you get that much money in poetry. Seto must do something else, either that or he is independently wealthy….
I knew I recognized the car somewhere. It was the same one that I saw passing the Inn the night of the blizzard. I remember and eerie headlight. Could be that Seto heard my whispered invitation? Maybe that's why he stared at me intensively. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
"I hate that car," Will said breaking my thoughts. "I hate Mr. Kaiba too."
Sara came up to Will. "Now, Will Mr. Kaiba is our guest. You should say stuff like that."
Ignoring Sara, Will asked, " Is Yami coming over?"
"Today is Monday", Sara said. "Yami is in school."
" Well, I hope he comes this Saturday. We had some much fun making the snowman." Will grabbed my sleeve to get my attention. "Wasn't it fun with Yami, Anzu?"
Yami…. I had almost forgotten about him. The day we made a snowman seemed like it was century ago. My mind kept jumping to Seto…
Will studied my face and asked, " You do like Yami? Right Anzu?"
" Of course I do Will" I quickly said. " He is really nice and he is a good friend to you." as I spoke Yami slipped out of mind. Compared to Seto, Yami was just a mere child like Will.
"Anzu, he is your friend too," Will said frowning. "Unless you like Mr. Kaiba better."
I was thankful that Sara stepped in. "Will stop bothering your sister. Now eat your breakfast."
Later on, I was alone in my room. I was trying to do homework but my mind went straight to Seto. The ceiling started to crack. Someone was pacing back and forth. I closed my eyes; Seto's room was at the end of hall just above mine. I imagined Seto's breath against my skin, him holding me and kissing…
I sat and listen to Seto pacing back and forth. By noon I had accomplished nothing, unless you count the hundreds of time I wrote Seto on my notebook.
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The next morning I woke up with Seto's words still ringing in my head. I did not understand what all this meant. Maybe Seto and me will be together? I don't think so. Sunshine was pouring into my room, and I could smell the coffee brewing downstairs. I looked at the clock it was 9.
I took a shower and took longer than usual with my clothing and hair. I picked out my best fitting black jeans and my black sweater just like Seto. I went downstairs and before I entered the kitchen I forced myself to breathe normally. I smoothed my hair and stepped in the room, I was expecting to see Seto but neither him nor my dad was there.
"Your father is already working on his novel," Sara said answering my first question. "Seto doesn't want breakfast. All he wants is Tea and for lunch he wants me to leave the tray in front of his door so he can work all day undisturbed. I guess we will be seeing him for dinner."
I was disappointed but hid it from Sara. Will looked up from his oatmeal. "Did you see Mr. Kaiba's car, Anzu?
Sara moved the curtains to show me the car. "Take a look Anzu"
Outside was beautiful moonlight colour Porsche. The sun reflecting off the car made it look like ice. It looked very powerful; very expensive-I didn't realize you get that much money in poetry. Seto must do something else, either that or he is independently wealthy….
I knew I recognized the car somewhere. It was the same one that I saw passing the Inn the night of the blizzard. I remember and eerie headlight. Could be that Seto heard my whispered invitation? Maybe that's why he stared at me intensively. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.
"I hate that car," Will said breaking my thoughts. "I hate Mr. Kaiba too."
Sara came up to Will. "Now, Will Mr. Kaiba is our guest. You should say stuff like that."
Ignoring Sara, Will asked, " Is Yami coming over?"
"Today is Monday", Sara said. "Yami is in school."
" Well, I hope he comes this Saturday. We had some much fun making the snowman." Will grabbed my sleeve to get my attention. "Wasn't it fun with Yami, Anzu?"
Yami…. I had almost forgotten about him. The day we made a snowman seemed like it was century ago. My mind kept jumping to Seto…
Will studied my face and asked, " You do like Yami? Right Anzu?"
" Of course I do Will" I quickly said. " He is really nice and he is a good friend to you." as I spoke Yami slipped out of mind. Compared to Seto, Yami was just a mere child like Will.
"Anzu, he is your friend too," Will said frowning. "Unless you like Mr. Kaiba better."
I was thankful that Sara stepped in. "Will stop bothering your sister. Now eat your breakfast."
Later on, I was alone in my room. I was trying to do homework but my mind went straight to Seto. The ceiling started to crack. Someone was pacing back and forth. I closed my eyes; Seto's room was at the end of hall just above mine. I imagined Seto's breath against my skin, him holding me and kissing…
I sat and listen to Seto pacing back and forth. By noon I had accomplished nothing, unless you count the hundreds of time I wrote Seto on my notebook.
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