Disclaimer: Most of the characters in this story belong to JK Rowling. But I do warn you that I own the plot of this story.
Seth¡¦s POV
Tick¡K tock¡K tick¡K tock¡K tick¡K tock¡K tick¡K tock¡K brung¡K brung¡K brung¡K brung¡Kbrung¡Kbrung¡KbrungYes you heard it. The grandmother clock in the hallway rang seven times, indicating that now it is seven o¡¦clock. Contrary to what you think, it¡¦s not night. Why? Because those damn mocking birds out there do not sing at night. And this too-bright-for-its-own-good-glare from the wonderful and I mean wonderful mother nature¡¦s sun does not come out at night, bloody night.
Great mighty Scott left at exactly seven o¡¦ clock at night yesterday. So what this means is 12 freakin¡¦ hours passed and I supposedly have 12 more hours to come up with a plan to save my ass from marrying orange chicken. If you ask me I think something is wrong with the picture here. And it ain¡¦t me. [Snaps fingers like a diva] Maybe that was a bit too gay. Let¡¦s keep this between you and me, I don¡¦t want to ruin my reputation as a heartbreaker. I¡¦ve got to think¡K think Seth think! Damn¡K those pounding sounds in the background are not helping.
¡§Shut up!¡¨
¡§Well let me out you psychopathic maniac!¡¨ God, I hate that woman! Women are supposedly gifts from God. But who am I to argue that Eve also got Adam in trouble.
¡§Why can¡¦t you leave me the hell along?!¡¨ I shouted angrily.
¡§Get me out of this god-forsaken shithole then!¡¨ Why whatever does she mean? Locking her in the bathroom is nothing major. She¡¦s only been in there well¡K since Scott left. It¡¦s no abuse! Get that accusing look off of your face. I refuse to be put on such a charge. I am a respected gentleman who would never¡K never hurt any ladies. But guess what? That she-beast in the bathroom right now is no lady. She¡¦s Satan, disguised in a woman form (and a very attractive one I admit), here to annihilate all male species.
¡§Why are guys all such beasts?¡¨ She screams from behind the oak door, shouting more to herself than to me.
¡§Well you know what¡K guys¡K guys,¡¨ I lighted up as I said the word over and over again. Now don¡¦t you think I am a homosexual or suddenly decided men were more of my taste. Wonderful me just came up with a brilliant plan.
I hopped off of my bed and ran out of my bedroom. Before I left the room I heard her muffled cry. Something along the lines of ¡§go to hell, you bastard.¡¨ But I¡¦m sure I heard it wrong. She probably said, ¡§oh handsome angel from heaven, I admire your abusive side. Oh hurt me hurt me!¡¨ Hah! The chances of her saying that¡K negative one billion and ongoing.
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Cho¡¦s POV
This is grrreat! Speaking of ¡§grrreat,¡¨ this reminds me of the Frosted Flakes commercial. Remember that orange stripped tiger who raises his finger and crunches his cereal and then shout ¡§they¡¦re grreat!¡¨ I love the cereal and all, but the slogan is just plain lame.
Cho¡¦s Theory about how Frosted Flakes came up with their slogan
Sir Dweeb-alot #1: I think we¡¦ll make one of those funny foursome alien things from KCET come on and do a little dance. No words, just music, kids love that.
Sir Dweeb-alot #2: No, telletubbies are for kids 4 and under. I say we invite The Village People and have them sing ¡§YMCA.¡¨
Sir Dweeb-alot #3: Move on with your anachronism already. I say we just pick some stupid animal. Fruit Loops got that funny bird and Trix got that lame rabbit. And mind you there is no justice in not allowing that rabbit eat the cereal because ¡§Trix are for kids!¡¨
All Sir Dweeb-alots shout: I know! We¡¦ll create a tiger. And we¡¦ll name him Tony. We¡¦ll even give him radical stripes. And he could shout ¡§They¡¦re Grrreat!¡¨
Well you know what? I think Tony the Tiger should get his finger and shove it up his ass. Try shouting ¡§they¡¦re grrreat¡¨ now!
Perhaps I¡¦m getting a bit sidetracked here. Let me explain my dilemma right now. At this moment, I am stuck in a crammed up personal bathroom attached to Mr. I¡¦m-a-very-sexy-and-handsome-man-and-I-know-you-want-me-but-you-can¡¦t-have-me¡¦s bedroom. As if that is not bad enough, I¡¦ve been in here for 12 damn hours. My back is aching and I¡¦m freakin¡¦ hungry!
I don¡¦t mean to whine but sleeping in the tub last night really got me cranky. You must be wondering how a five-feet-four girl fits into a four feet teeny weeny bathtub. Good question, the thing is, I slept in it with my legs hanging out for the entire night! Damn I¡¦m cranky. I need my medication. Not that I¡¦m on any. It just sounds suitable at this moment. I could just imagine what he was thinking when he created this super tiny bathtub. He was thinking about sharing it with his I¡¦m-easy-come-and-get-me women. He made it especially cramped so he can have more ¡§closure¡¨ with her. He¡¦s a sick sick man!
Maybe I should explain to you everything that happened last night in a story format.
Once upon a time, there was this innocent sweet-looking attractive elegant gentle caring understanding stunning gorgeous naïve smart stylish beautiful (is that too many adjectives? But I¡¦m stating the truth. Give me a break.) woman who was kidnapped by these four really ugly brutal men.
They took her to their ugly house and the leader of the herd of four cattle came up and told one of the ugliest cow (who was responsible for the wonderful Asian¡¦s kidnap in the first place) to marry the girl. The girl was so worried then. She gave all the men teary eyes and begged them to set her free. But these four apathetic devils decided to keep her and torture her.
Exactly after the leader left, the ugliest cow grabbed the girl ferociously upstairs and locked her in his bathroom. After 12 hours of being stuck in the cramped room, the innocent lass asked nicely for the cow to let her out, for just a moment to breathe. Instead he ran out of the room, probably thinking up new plans to torture the girl.
Thus states how I am at where I am now. You see, right after Scottie boy left, Seth decided he didn¡¦t want to deal with me or my ¡§angelic¡¨ looks that I was so gently giving him. I guess a Satan can never appreciate someone like me.
I miss my bed at home. I miss my Cheetos. Hell I even miss¡K and before I knew it I fell asleep.
For a six-year-old girl, engravings on a silver necklace is extremely amusing. As I keep caressing my fingers against the surface of the locket, mum walked into the nursery with a big smile.
¡§Mummy!¡¨ I ran over to her and embraced her tightly on tiptoes.
As she fumbled with the loose buttons on my raincoat, she eyed the locket in my small hands.
¡§Honey, don¡¦t take that out and play with it all the time. I don¡¦t want you to lose it,¡¨ she said while taking the necklace and clasping it back around my neck.
I looked down at my locket with big curious eyes. ¡§What does it say mummy?¡¨
She pinched my nose lightly and gave a sweet grin before answering, ¡§it says ¡¥happily ever after¡¦ and see you can open it,¡¨ My eyes widened animatedly as she opened it. ¡§here is a picture of you,¡¨ she pointed to a picture of a raven-haired girl that¡¦s is smiling with a toothy grin, ¡§and here, will be empty until you put the picture of your loved one in here.¡¨
¡§But there¡¦s only one picture frame¡K I can¡¦t fit you and daddy in it,¡¨ I pouted.
¡§No silly, it¡¦s for the one you fall in love with. A special someone you¡¦re going to marry and won¡¦t regret spending the rest of your life with. Someday you¡¦ll understand,¡¨ she smiled.
¡§The one I fall in love with? It¡¦s not a boy is it? Boys are disgusting!¡¨
She chuckled and ruffled my black hair lovingly.
¡§I don¡¦t want it if I have to put a boy¡¦s picture in it!¡¨ I complained.
She kneeled at my eye-level again and put both of her pale hands on my cheeks. ¡§Dear, this is a gift from me. Don¡¦t ever ever lose it.¡¨
I jolted up of my dream with sweat drenching my shirt. I wiped the thin film of sweat from my forehead and sulked. Then I subconsciously reached over to my neck, feeling for something that¡¦s not there. My locket.
Damn that fuckin¡¦ Seth! I want my locket back! I ran over to the bathroom door and pounded.
¡§Let me out you damn bastard. Give me my locket back or I¡¦ll shove my foot so far up your ass I¡¦ll wear your intestines as the pantyhose! Damn you, answer me! Open this door now!¡¨
No answer. I swear I¡¦m going to whoop his ass once I get out. I continued pounding the door.
Aidan¡¦s POV:
I was about to walk to my room when I heard some screams and poundings from Seth¡¦s room. I rolled my eyes as I thought about what Seth did to the poor girl this time. I opened his door only to find the girl nowhere in sight. Was it my imagination?
The shouting from behind Seth¡¦s bathroom told me I¡¦m not imagining. I walked over to the door and tried to open it, but only found it locked from the outside.
So I asked concernedly. ¡§What happened?¡¨
¡§What do you think happened, dimwit!¡¨ She sighed before she answered. A night¡¦s good rest didn¡¦t do any good to that attitude of hers.
¡§Explain to me what I can do so I can help you,¡¨ I said as I ran a hand through my hair.
¡§Well first, get me the fuck out of here, and give me my locket back!¡¨
I turned around and searched for the key. Bingo! It¡¦s on Seth¡¦s nightstand. I rummaged through his room to look for a certain locket the girl was referring to. I don¡¦t know how it looks like but something tells me that the silvery locket at the foot of the bed was hers. I eyed the locket amusedly. Happily ever after? That doesn¡¦t sound like something the girl would engrave on her necklace. I was about to open the locket when she shouted some colourful phrases at me to tell me nicely to hurry the ¡§hell¡¨ up.
I unlocked the door and she raced out of the bathroom. Boy does she look disheveled. There are bags under her eyes and her hair is so messed up. I smirked at her appearance. At this moment she looks like a mad woman, throwing all of Seth¡¦s clothes out of his drawer. Seth is going to have a fit when he gets back. Maybe I should tell her I found the locket. Or maybe I¡¦ll wait just a second¡K just to enjoy the show some more.
After half an hour she gave up and sat grumpily on the bed, trying to catch her breath. Wow, she looks angry. But I like it. She looks rather cute when she pouts like that. Her lips are full and it makes you want to kiss¡K Whoa whoa whoa, what was I thinking?
Deciding to stop this silly game immediately, I walked over and sat down beside her.
¡§Here, this is the locket Seth took from you, this will be our little secret,¡¨ I winked at her as I said. I see a smile climbing on her sun-kissed face, and I think I like it. Her eyes somehow twinkle innocently. There¡¦s something about her. It¡¦s interesting how a really angry girl can suddenly turn so¡K amazingly angelic in a matter of seconds.
¡§Thanks,¡¨ she whispered breathlessly as our eyes locked. Passionate green and warm brown consumed each other as we held our gaze. Before our faces inched closer, I asked her.
¡§What¡¦s your name?¡¨ She seemed to be contemplating on whether to tell me her name or not.
¡§Um¡K you don¡¦t have to tell me your name, I mean if you¡K¡¨
¡§It¡¦s Autumn. Autumn Lee,¡¨ she grinned.
¡§Well nice to meet you Autumn. I¡¦m Aidan. Glad to be at your service.¡¨
There¡¦s something about her.
Preview:
A dress?! A dress?! Autumn Lee doesn¡¦t wear dresses! But Cho Chang loves dresses, a voice says in my head. Shut up! Cho Chang is no more! I like myself just the way I am thank you very much. No way in hell will I wear this humiliating sundress! And those shoes, it¡¦s got those disgusting annoying straps and it¡¦s open-toed. Christ! It¡¦s a pair of sandals. The last time I wore one of those was seven years ago! No way am I going to wear that!
A/N: Finals are over¡K but to my dismay chemistry sucked as expected. Honestly, my teacher doesn¡¦t teach. I curse him to melt to a pot of gelatinous flesh.
Anyhow, as promised I uploaded my chapter right after my finals. Mind you that the finals were officially over today.
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Oh and just a question¡K who do you like more? Seth or Aidan?