Title: Where do we run from a broken heart?
Disclaimer: No I don't own Beyblade.
Blue eyes glared at a small café, one of which served her favourite kind of sandwich, supposedly making this her favourite place to eat, but that wasn't the case today.
"Oh come on!" Oliver said with a sigh, "You can't be so stubborn…"
"Oh yes I can!" Sian replied, crossing her arms, a difficult achievement in Olivers long coat, which he'd given her to wear when she complained of being 'bloody freezin'' in only her long sleeved top.
"Just sit down" he said with another sigh, pointing to a window seat, or rather a booth next to the window, looking over a grassy picnic area, her eyes narrowed slightly as tears built up.
"I hate this place" she whispered to herself before closing her eyes, almost able to feel a warm hand on hers, soft lips placing a kiss on her nose and three fingers softly stroking her cheek.
Sian was broken from her dream as Oliver touched her shoulder, sliding a blue tray in front of her, upon it lay a sandwich, coronation chicken to be exact, and a mug of hot chocolate, she offered and weak smile, "Thanks Oliver" she said, hugging him as he sat next to her with a strawberry cake and a soda on his tray, he simply smiled and kissed her forehead.
After they'd eaten he pulled her to her feet "Come on kitty-cat, where do you want to go?"
"Home" she answered bluntly, he sighed and nodded, it wasn't the fact she'd said 'no' it was actually the fact that she was on the verge of crying that had made him cave in.
As he led her to his car he saw her glance to a bookstore then back to the floor, he sighed saw he saw that it was a manga shop, in about three second he grabbed her and hoisted her over his shoulder, ignoring her shout of 'no!' as he carried her into the shop, putting her down, looking to her face, red from embarrassment yet smiling, her hair a bit ruffled and gently covering her eyes, crossing her arms, looking much like an angry rabbit.
He smiled and offered her an arm, only to have it smacked away, walking towards a shelf and looking through it and picked up a manga, handing it to him and glaring, then winking with a smirk, he put an arm around her and walked her to the till, "I need every book in the series" he said putting the manga down on the desk.
Sian hit his arm and hissed "Don't" to him, she only wanted the one manga, not for him to buy her so many, Oliver grinned and shook his head, getting the whole series available in the store, bagging them and walking out, a glaring Sian following him, he knew she hated it when he spent so much, she always tried to teach him that the money spending was dumb, but he never got it.
As he finally let her go home she insisted that she just wanted to finish her book, she grabbing her house keys from her pocket and heading for the door, only to be stopping by Oliver's hand, him pulling her back and gently kissing her cheek and nose in a friendly way, "I'm going to pick you up this evening and take you out" he said quietly looking into her sad eyes with his own happy ones, she wrapping her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest, burying her face into his warm clothes, he gently rubbed her back.
"He's a jerk Sian we know it…these tears are too good for him" he said quietly, waiting until she moved away, wiping her eyes and thanking him, saying she'd seem him later, going inside, closing the door and locking it, still wiping her wet eyes, glad that her neighbours were always out, the last thing she needed was rumours.
She walked to the living room and picked up her pen and paper, beginning to write something down, letting everything flow from her to the paper.
Once upon a time, how corny does that sound? Once a upon a time normally introduces you to a happy story, yet this one won't be, it's about an old woman, one with the strangest of names. Her name had been Betty; she was a kind woman, loving with every heartbeat she felt.
She loved to walk down to the lake and watch the ducks swim, she always did it, everyone knew that if there was silence from the lakes it was because she was there.
Sian stopped writing and smiled, running a finger down the paper; she'd have to post this to her friend. "Chanie you'll be proud" she said with a grin, thinking of her friend in Canada.
Chanie, or rather Chantal, had been there for Sian when she'd been cast into a dark depression, one that was only relieved by drink.
"This is how I'll thank her" she said with a soft smile, continuing to write, smiling as she did so, allowing the writing cramp to happen, only ignoring it, allowing the hours to tick by.
Heya, second chapter
BTW if anyone copies the story within a story I wrote here I will kill them, that story belongs to my friend, but I miss her, she really is in Canada and this is my way of saying that I miss her lol anyway review please people.
Phoenix147