"Um, so what do you want to chat about?" Fedrick asked. "Anything will do,"
Violet replied. "Okay, so, do you like my uncle?" "Well, no preference,"
Violet said while staring at him. Fedrick noticed it. He leant over to her.
"Hey, do you know that you re so pretty?" Violet was stunned. Her face was
burning hot. Then, she pushed him away. "Fedrick, we...we can t do this.
Count Olaf will know. He will not agree. He will scold me. He will-,"
Before she could finish what she wanted to say, Fedrick kissed her on her
cheeks. "Well, I don t care. But I know you truly like me. Or rather,
talking at our age, love me. Don t you?" Violet did not know what to say.
Then, Fedrick stood up and went out. At the door, he said, "See you
tomorrow at the breakfast table. Miss you." Violet was astounded.
Klaus came back at ten-fifty with Sunny. He bought a small comb for Violet, a cheap belt for himself and some sweets for Sunny. "What about Fedrick? Didn't you buy anything for him?" Violet asked agitatedly. "Violet, cool it! Who says I didn't buy anything for him? Here! This cheap perfume is for him. A high-classed person like him should use this," Klaus said. "By the way, why are you so excited about him? Don t tell me you....you have fallen for him?" "Well, yes! So what?" "Nothing. Let s sleep. We have work to do tomorrow," Klaus said. Then, the three children fell asleep.
The next morning began with Count Olaf knocking on the door. "You three wimps! Wake up now or else!" "What s the hurry?" Klaus said tiredly.
Soon, the three Baudelaire children went down hurriedly, for fear of being scolded by Count Olaf. "Fedrick, did you go anywhere yesterday? I heard you open your door," Count Olaf asked. "No, Uncle. I did not go anywhere. I was sound asleep," Fedrick replied. Violet became angry. She did not expect Fedrick to be such a wimp; he dared not tell his uncle that he had gone to her room the day before. "I've had my fill. Excuse me," Violet pushed her chair out and went out to the garden. "I think I got to rush to work soon. Bye Uncle. Bye Klaus, bye Sunny," Fedrick bade them goodbye.
Outside in the garden, Violet was crying. She was disappointed with Fedrick. "Violet," Fedrick called out. "Violet, I....I was wrong just now. I know I should have told Uncle that I went to your room, but....but I did not have the courage to do so," Fedrick replied shamely. "Fedrick! You're such a coward! I hate you! Don t ever come look for me again!" Violet screamed. "Please Violet, please. I m sorry," Fedrick said as he grabbed hold of her hand. "Let go of me!"
Just then, Count Olaf heard the commotion outside. He stomped outside. What he saw made him really angry indeed. "What....What are the two of you doing!" He shouted when he saw Fedrick holding Violet s arm. "Fed... Fedrick! How can you fall for that little wimp!" "Uncle! I truly love Violet!" "NO! I would not allow!" "I don t care! Violet, tell me truly, do you love me at all?" Fedrick asked. "Um....Um....," Violet didn't know what to say. She was sandwiched between Fedrick and Count Olaf. "Klaus, Sunny, go back to your room now," Violet ordered. "Alright, come Sunny," Klaus said.
Klaus came back at ten-fifty with Sunny. He bought a small comb for Violet, a cheap belt for himself and some sweets for Sunny. "What about Fedrick? Didn't you buy anything for him?" Violet asked agitatedly. "Violet, cool it! Who says I didn't buy anything for him? Here! This cheap perfume is for him. A high-classed person like him should use this," Klaus said. "By the way, why are you so excited about him? Don t tell me you....you have fallen for him?" "Well, yes! So what?" "Nothing. Let s sleep. We have work to do tomorrow," Klaus said. Then, the three children fell asleep.
The next morning began with Count Olaf knocking on the door. "You three wimps! Wake up now or else!" "What s the hurry?" Klaus said tiredly.
Soon, the three Baudelaire children went down hurriedly, for fear of being scolded by Count Olaf. "Fedrick, did you go anywhere yesterday? I heard you open your door," Count Olaf asked. "No, Uncle. I did not go anywhere. I was sound asleep," Fedrick replied. Violet became angry. She did not expect Fedrick to be such a wimp; he dared not tell his uncle that he had gone to her room the day before. "I've had my fill. Excuse me," Violet pushed her chair out and went out to the garden. "I think I got to rush to work soon. Bye Uncle. Bye Klaus, bye Sunny," Fedrick bade them goodbye.
Outside in the garden, Violet was crying. She was disappointed with Fedrick. "Violet," Fedrick called out. "Violet, I....I was wrong just now. I know I should have told Uncle that I went to your room, but....but I did not have the courage to do so," Fedrick replied shamely. "Fedrick! You're such a coward! I hate you! Don t ever come look for me again!" Violet screamed. "Please Violet, please. I m sorry," Fedrick said as he grabbed hold of her hand. "Let go of me!"
Just then, Count Olaf heard the commotion outside. He stomped outside. What he saw made him really angry indeed. "What....What are the two of you doing!" He shouted when he saw Fedrick holding Violet s arm. "Fed... Fedrick! How can you fall for that little wimp!" "Uncle! I truly love Violet!" "NO! I would not allow!" "I don t care! Violet, tell me truly, do you love me at all?" Fedrick asked. "Um....Um....," Violet didn't know what to say. She was sandwiched between Fedrick and Count Olaf. "Klaus, Sunny, go back to your room now," Violet ordered. "Alright, come Sunny," Klaus said.