FINALLY HOME
Diana Crescent
Chapter Seventeen: First Date
Standings are still the same..I have decided that Noin is the winner, do to the fact that I'm getting up to were it's Seyia's turn and he needs a chick. To all of you who wanted another girl to win, I'm extremely sorry. They were behind quite a bit anyway. MarsMoonStar, I still think that it would have been cool to put you as Seyia's chick, but the fan's have spoken.
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********FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN'T READ THE ABOVE MESSAGE: NOIN WON!!!!!!!!!**********
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"Hello Trieze." One of the mechanic's wives said, coming up with some supper.
"Hello Millie. How is Susie? Still sick?" He asked. Millie was a wonderful woman who was more like a mother to him than an employee's wife.
"Still sick, but better. I brought you some supper. Frank said that you and the new mechanic had been working late building some new Gundams." Millie said. She knew just about everything that went on inside his compound. Trieze didn't mind, seeing as Frank Redding was his best and most loyal mechanic and Millie was just as good with a wrench as she was a spatula.
"Yeah. This is Amara Ten'ho, the new mechanic." Trieze said.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Redding." Amara said quietly and politely.
"Call me Millie. Everyone does. My, Frank had said that you were a 'cute kid', but you're just flat out beautiful!!" She said, making Amara go a light shade of pink "He also said that the others had given you two a hard time about working so close and that you had lied about going out so they'd leave you alone. Ingenious Trieze!! Anyway.since you two are 'going out' I was wondering if you two would like to accompany us to the Opera this Saturday?"
Trieze chuckled softly. Nothing ever got by Frank. "How about it?" He said, looking over to a still blushing Amara.
"Thank you very much. I'd love to."
"She's so polite too. You'd better hang on to this one Trieze, even if you two are pretending, she'll make a fine wife someday.and a wonderful mother I'm sure." Millie said and sent a very red Amara a wink.
"Thank you."
"What time do we need to meet you?" Trieze asked.
"Oh.around seven and then we could all have a late supper. Our treat. It's our twenty-fifth anniversary."
Trieze smiled. ~Memo: get them something for their anniversary.~
"Congratulations. Twenty-five years is a long time now a days." Amara said.
Millie sighed. "It's such a shame too. Younger people don't understand that it takes two to make it happen. That both of you have to change, to adapt. A marriage is like a twenty-four hour job."
"You mean you can't be married some of the time. It's all the time or never. Marriage is a very special bond between two people and a lot of newer marriages fail because people run scared of the work. Some of them don't try hard enough on both sides and some of them don't try on one side and too much on the other. You have to meet somewhere in the middle." Amara said wisely.
"She's smart too. Oooohhh Trieze, you lucky dog!! Smart, polite, beautiful. She's a strong one too and so mysterious. Unique as well!! I really like you, Amara. I hope we get to be good friends."
Amara smiled. "I know we will. I should think it would be hard not to be friends with such a wonderful person such as you." Amara said sincerely. Millie was a wonderful person, reminding her of the mother she had never had, but always prayed for. (a/n: I have no clue about Amara's family so I'm making it up.)
Millie looked completely pleased, as though Amara had just made her day perfect. "Trieze, I swear if you don't marry this girl, I'll never speak to you again. I don't care if you're only pretending.you can pretend to get married with a real priest, a real license, a real blood test, a real church, and real rings."
Amara laughed softly. Her laugh was soft and something that would be expected from a young aristocratic girl around the age of seventeen.
Trieze shook his head. "I've got to go see about something. Excuse me please." He said and left them to their girl talk.
"You're parents must be incredibly proud of you." Millie said to Amara.
Amara's eyes dimmed somewhat. "My mother and father weren't really cut out to be parents. My brother and sister-in-law raised me. He was twenty years older than me. My parents were more interested in themselves and their money than either of their children. The last time I saw them was when I was eight. When I was fifteen, at boarding school, I received word that my family had died in a plane crash. My father had been the pilot and a very drunk one." A small tear fell from her eyes as she thought of her sister-in-law, who had been the only person she had called her mother.
Hillary, her sister-in-law, had been seven months pregnant with her second child. Brian, her brother had been more of a father and Joshua, their son, had been a baby brother to her.
Millie hugged Amara close to her and let the girl break down in tears. "I'm guessing that you never really mourned them."
Amara shook her head, signaling that Millie had been right.
"Come on. Let's get you somewhere that the men won't see you. Lord knows that they'll think 1) Trieze did something, 2) You can't take the work or 3) Something has happened outside of the compound. They'll start acting like your night in shining armor, making themselves look like complete idiots." Millie said, making Amara smile. Millie led her into the ladies room, where they began to talk.
Afterward, Amara smiled at her. "I knew I'd like you. You remind me of the mother that I always prayed for."
Millie hugged Amara. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. Now, let's get your face cleaned up. Don't want Trieze to think I'm beating on you."
Amara smiled. "I'm sorry that I--"
"Don't you be sorry for any thing. You're a strong girl. You just seem to think that mourning is a weakness.and it's not. It's a healing. It makes you even stronger than what you are. Just let yourself accept how you feel and you'll be invincible." Millie said, wiping Amara's face with a cold, damp rag.
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
"Think nothing of it sweetie. I'm happy to help."
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SATURDAY MORNING:
Amara sighed when the alarm clock went off. She knew Trieze didn't want to go with her and didn't know why she didn't just call him and say that she wasn't feeling well and then threaten all of the girls to keep their mouths shut that she had lied.
Serena burst through the door. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty!! You've got a big night ahead of you, so that must be taken care of to the fullest, so you don't look like you don't care, by your dearest friends. I took the liberty of asking for a day off from Millardo. We're going shopping for a new dress and I've made an appointment for you to get your nails done and while we're there, I'm getting mine done too. Mina and Trista will be accompanying us to get you a dress. Michelle and Lita will be there for accessories. Raye will be doing your hair, so she'll be there for your hair gadgets. Hotaru and Amy will finish it off by finding the perfect scent for you, to deeply entice my brother until he begs you to marry him!!" She said in a good thirty seconds.
Amara sat there for a minute, trying to soak it all in. "Do I get to do my make up?"
"No, I'll be doing that. Luna will criticize the finished product. You do, however, get to put on the dress and pull the evening off. Therefore, you get the hard job. Now, get up and put on some clothes. The girls and I have already agreed that you'll be taking a long, hot bath later on using oils, salts, soaps, shampoo, and lotions that smell like your perfume. You probably won't be wearing perfume, unless the scent washes off easily."
Amara sat there for another minute. "Are you trying to get me fixed up with your brother?"
Serena gave her the sweetest, best, brightest, and most innocent smile she had ever given anyone. "But of course!! You're the only one I want for a sister-in-law!! Besides.he thinks that he wants someone that will tend to him. There's no such girl. What he really wants.and really NEEDS is you." Serena said and kissed her forehead. "Now get up!! You've got a busy day."
Amara smiled and shook her head. She had the best friends in the world. Serena sighed deeply as she waited outside the door. Earlier that week (right after Millie had invited them to the Opera) she had confided in Serena that she had in fact started to really like Trieze, as more than a friend.
Serena had been ecstatic. She had absolutely loved the idea of Amara and Trieze as a couple. She had been so happy that she had started to design Amara's wedding dress, but Amara had brought her back down when she had told her that Trieze wasn't interested in someone like her.
Serena loved Amara like she was a sister, and she wanted her to be happy. She could see that Trieze was exactly the type of guy that Amara needed in her life. And Amara was exactly the type of girl that Trieze needed. The kind of woman he was looking for was soft and weak, the type that broke under pressure. He needed someone that would stand firm and push back when pushed. Amara didn't allow herself to even be pushed. She was strength itself.
Amara walked out in a 'Track: Conference Champs' t-shirt, soccer shorts and running shoes.
Serena smiled. "Perfect." She said and tossed her a homemade fruit and oatmeal breakfast bar.
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Amara sighed as she was dragged to another store looking for one dress. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a little girl, sitting next to the water fountain, crying and looking around like she was lost, which Amara guessed that she was.
Tearing her hands from Mina's iron grip, she walked over to the girl, who couldn't have been more than five or six.
"Hi there. Are you lost?" Amara said, squatting down to the child's level.
The little girl shook her head.
"I'm Amara. What's your name?"
"Meagan. Will you help me find my Mommy?"
"Yes."
Trieze was not far off, he was spending the afternoon with Millardo looking for something for Frank and Millie. He smiled as he saw Amara go to the child and seem to offer the little girl some safe haven from the world.
Mina watched Trieze watch Amara. She could tell that he was interested, but totally oblivious from it. She slapped Serena's shoulder, getting Serena's attention from her checklist.
Serena looked over and smiled at Amara and the child.
Mina rolled her eyes and slapped her shoulder again, pointing to Trieze. Serena's eyebrows went up and she smirked. Not only was Amara showing off her soft side with out knowing it, but also her willowy curves and long, smooth, slim legs as well. If he wasn't interested emotionally, (yet) he was about to be interested physically.
Amara took the little girl's hand, "What's your last name, sweetie?"
"Peterson." She said and sniffed.
Amara smiled. "Alright. Let's go to the lost and found and they can send a message over the whole mall to your parents and tell them where to be and we can go there and they'll be there either when we get there, or shortly afterward. Okay?"
Meagan shook her head.
Amara began to lead the girl to the lost and found, not far from where they stood.
When they got there, Amara told the man at the counter the little girl's name and that she was lost.
"Where shall we have them meet you?"
"Next to the fountain."
"Alright then. Thank you very much." The man said and gave the little girl a sucker.
Amara walked over to the fountain and sat down. Meagan climbed into her lap, like she would have her own mother.
Amara smiled and hugged the girl to her, showing her that she was safe and that everything was going to be all right.
Amara began to hum and rock back and forth, to comfort the still upset child.
*****There's a song that's inside of my soul # It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again # I'm awake and in the infinite cold # But you sing to me over and over and over again #So I lay my head back down # And I lift my hands # And pray to be only yours # I pray to be only yours # I know now you're my only hope # Sing to me the song of the stars # Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again # When it feels like my dreams are so far # Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again # So I lay my head back down # And I lift my hands # And pray to be only yours # I pray to be only yours # I know now you're my only hope# I give you my destiny # I'm giving you all of me # I want your symphony # Singing in all that I am # At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back #So I lay my head back down # And I lift my hands # And pray to be only yours#I pray to be only yours # I pray to be only yours # I know now you're my only hope # mmmmm, mmmmmmmmm # oooooooooooooohhh *****
When she was finished singing, Meagan was asleep. She looked up and a woman and a man were standing in front of her smiling. The woman was crying.
They were obviously the Petersons. The man had the same curly black hair and the woman had the same deep green eyes.
Amara blushed and smiled at them. "I'm Amara Ten'ho. I'm guessing that you're Meagan's parents."
"Yes. Thank you so much for finding her. We were so worried. Thank you. We can never repay you."
"Don't mention it. She provided me with a good break from shopping. I wouldn't have not helped her. She needed it too much."
The woman smiled and shook her head. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
"You're welcome. It was no problem." Amara said and gave Meagan to her father. "I'd better be on my way. It was lovely to have met you." Amara said and walked over to where her friends were waiting.
Serena was smirking like crazy. ~If Trieze wasn't interested emotionally, he is now.~
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LOVE YOU PEEPS!!!!!!!!
Diana Crescent
Chapter Seventeen: First Date
Standings are still the same..I have decided that Noin is the winner, do to the fact that I'm getting up to were it's Seyia's turn and he needs a chick. To all of you who wanted another girl to win, I'm extremely sorry. They were behind quite a bit anyway. MarsMoonStar, I still think that it would have been cool to put you as Seyia's chick, but the fan's have spoken.
Visit my site!!!! PLEASE!!! www.angelfire.com/anime4/dcrescent
********FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DIDN'T READ THE ABOVE MESSAGE: NOIN WON!!!!!!!!!**********
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"Hello Trieze." One of the mechanic's wives said, coming up with some supper.
"Hello Millie. How is Susie? Still sick?" He asked. Millie was a wonderful woman who was more like a mother to him than an employee's wife.
"Still sick, but better. I brought you some supper. Frank said that you and the new mechanic had been working late building some new Gundams." Millie said. She knew just about everything that went on inside his compound. Trieze didn't mind, seeing as Frank Redding was his best and most loyal mechanic and Millie was just as good with a wrench as she was a spatula.
"Yeah. This is Amara Ten'ho, the new mechanic." Trieze said.
"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Redding." Amara said quietly and politely.
"Call me Millie. Everyone does. My, Frank had said that you were a 'cute kid', but you're just flat out beautiful!!" She said, making Amara go a light shade of pink "He also said that the others had given you two a hard time about working so close and that you had lied about going out so they'd leave you alone. Ingenious Trieze!! Anyway.since you two are 'going out' I was wondering if you two would like to accompany us to the Opera this Saturday?"
Trieze chuckled softly. Nothing ever got by Frank. "How about it?" He said, looking over to a still blushing Amara.
"Thank you very much. I'd love to."
"She's so polite too. You'd better hang on to this one Trieze, even if you two are pretending, she'll make a fine wife someday.and a wonderful mother I'm sure." Millie said and sent a very red Amara a wink.
"Thank you."
"What time do we need to meet you?" Trieze asked.
"Oh.around seven and then we could all have a late supper. Our treat. It's our twenty-fifth anniversary."
Trieze smiled. ~Memo: get them something for their anniversary.~
"Congratulations. Twenty-five years is a long time now a days." Amara said.
Millie sighed. "It's such a shame too. Younger people don't understand that it takes two to make it happen. That both of you have to change, to adapt. A marriage is like a twenty-four hour job."
"You mean you can't be married some of the time. It's all the time or never. Marriage is a very special bond between two people and a lot of newer marriages fail because people run scared of the work. Some of them don't try hard enough on both sides and some of them don't try on one side and too much on the other. You have to meet somewhere in the middle." Amara said wisely.
"She's smart too. Oooohhh Trieze, you lucky dog!! Smart, polite, beautiful. She's a strong one too and so mysterious. Unique as well!! I really like you, Amara. I hope we get to be good friends."
Amara smiled. "I know we will. I should think it would be hard not to be friends with such a wonderful person such as you." Amara said sincerely. Millie was a wonderful person, reminding her of the mother she had never had, but always prayed for. (a/n: I have no clue about Amara's family so I'm making it up.)
Millie looked completely pleased, as though Amara had just made her day perfect. "Trieze, I swear if you don't marry this girl, I'll never speak to you again. I don't care if you're only pretending.you can pretend to get married with a real priest, a real license, a real blood test, a real church, and real rings."
Amara laughed softly. Her laugh was soft and something that would be expected from a young aristocratic girl around the age of seventeen.
Trieze shook his head. "I've got to go see about something. Excuse me please." He said and left them to their girl talk.
"You're parents must be incredibly proud of you." Millie said to Amara.
Amara's eyes dimmed somewhat. "My mother and father weren't really cut out to be parents. My brother and sister-in-law raised me. He was twenty years older than me. My parents were more interested in themselves and their money than either of their children. The last time I saw them was when I was eight. When I was fifteen, at boarding school, I received word that my family had died in a plane crash. My father had been the pilot and a very drunk one." A small tear fell from her eyes as she thought of her sister-in-law, who had been the only person she had called her mother.
Hillary, her sister-in-law, had been seven months pregnant with her second child. Brian, her brother had been more of a father and Joshua, their son, had been a baby brother to her.
Millie hugged Amara close to her and let the girl break down in tears. "I'm guessing that you never really mourned them."
Amara shook her head, signaling that Millie had been right.
"Come on. Let's get you somewhere that the men won't see you. Lord knows that they'll think 1) Trieze did something, 2) You can't take the work or 3) Something has happened outside of the compound. They'll start acting like your night in shining armor, making themselves look like complete idiots." Millie said, making Amara smile. Millie led her into the ladies room, where they began to talk.
Afterward, Amara smiled at her. "I knew I'd like you. You remind me of the mother that I always prayed for."
Millie hugged Amara. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through that. Now, let's get your face cleaned up. Don't want Trieze to think I'm beating on you."
Amara smiled. "I'm sorry that I--"
"Don't you be sorry for any thing. You're a strong girl. You just seem to think that mourning is a weakness.and it's not. It's a healing. It makes you even stronger than what you are. Just let yourself accept how you feel and you'll be invincible." Millie said, wiping Amara's face with a cold, damp rag.
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
"Think nothing of it sweetie. I'm happy to help."
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SATURDAY MORNING:
Amara sighed when the alarm clock went off. She knew Trieze didn't want to go with her and didn't know why she didn't just call him and say that she wasn't feeling well and then threaten all of the girls to keep their mouths shut that she had lied.
Serena burst through the door. "Rise and shine sleeping beauty!! You've got a big night ahead of you, so that must be taken care of to the fullest, so you don't look like you don't care, by your dearest friends. I took the liberty of asking for a day off from Millardo. We're going shopping for a new dress and I've made an appointment for you to get your nails done and while we're there, I'm getting mine done too. Mina and Trista will be accompanying us to get you a dress. Michelle and Lita will be there for accessories. Raye will be doing your hair, so she'll be there for your hair gadgets. Hotaru and Amy will finish it off by finding the perfect scent for you, to deeply entice my brother until he begs you to marry him!!" She said in a good thirty seconds.
Amara sat there for a minute, trying to soak it all in. "Do I get to do my make up?"
"No, I'll be doing that. Luna will criticize the finished product. You do, however, get to put on the dress and pull the evening off. Therefore, you get the hard job. Now, get up and put on some clothes. The girls and I have already agreed that you'll be taking a long, hot bath later on using oils, salts, soaps, shampoo, and lotions that smell like your perfume. You probably won't be wearing perfume, unless the scent washes off easily."
Amara sat there for another minute. "Are you trying to get me fixed up with your brother?"
Serena gave her the sweetest, best, brightest, and most innocent smile she had ever given anyone. "But of course!! You're the only one I want for a sister-in-law!! Besides.he thinks that he wants someone that will tend to him. There's no such girl. What he really wants.and really NEEDS is you." Serena said and kissed her forehead. "Now get up!! You've got a busy day."
Amara smiled and shook her head. She had the best friends in the world. Serena sighed deeply as she waited outside the door. Earlier that week (right after Millie had invited them to the Opera) she had confided in Serena that she had in fact started to really like Trieze, as more than a friend.
Serena had been ecstatic. She had absolutely loved the idea of Amara and Trieze as a couple. She had been so happy that she had started to design Amara's wedding dress, but Amara had brought her back down when she had told her that Trieze wasn't interested in someone like her.
Serena loved Amara like she was a sister, and she wanted her to be happy. She could see that Trieze was exactly the type of guy that Amara needed in her life. And Amara was exactly the type of girl that Trieze needed. The kind of woman he was looking for was soft and weak, the type that broke under pressure. He needed someone that would stand firm and push back when pushed. Amara didn't allow herself to even be pushed. She was strength itself.
Amara walked out in a 'Track: Conference Champs' t-shirt, soccer shorts and running shoes.
Serena smiled. "Perfect." She said and tossed her a homemade fruit and oatmeal breakfast bar.
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Amara sighed as she was dragged to another store looking for one dress. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a little girl, sitting next to the water fountain, crying and looking around like she was lost, which Amara guessed that she was.
Tearing her hands from Mina's iron grip, she walked over to the girl, who couldn't have been more than five or six.
"Hi there. Are you lost?" Amara said, squatting down to the child's level.
The little girl shook her head.
"I'm Amara. What's your name?"
"Meagan. Will you help me find my Mommy?"
"Yes."
Trieze was not far off, he was spending the afternoon with Millardo looking for something for Frank and Millie. He smiled as he saw Amara go to the child and seem to offer the little girl some safe haven from the world.
Mina watched Trieze watch Amara. She could tell that he was interested, but totally oblivious from it. She slapped Serena's shoulder, getting Serena's attention from her checklist.
Serena looked over and smiled at Amara and the child.
Mina rolled her eyes and slapped her shoulder again, pointing to Trieze. Serena's eyebrows went up and she smirked. Not only was Amara showing off her soft side with out knowing it, but also her willowy curves and long, smooth, slim legs as well. If he wasn't interested emotionally, (yet) he was about to be interested physically.
Amara took the little girl's hand, "What's your last name, sweetie?"
"Peterson." She said and sniffed.
Amara smiled. "Alright. Let's go to the lost and found and they can send a message over the whole mall to your parents and tell them where to be and we can go there and they'll be there either when we get there, or shortly afterward. Okay?"
Meagan shook her head.
Amara began to lead the girl to the lost and found, not far from where they stood.
When they got there, Amara told the man at the counter the little girl's name and that she was lost.
"Where shall we have them meet you?"
"Next to the fountain."
"Alright then. Thank you very much." The man said and gave the little girl a sucker.
Amara walked over to the fountain and sat down. Meagan climbed into her lap, like she would have her own mother.
Amara smiled and hugged the girl to her, showing her that she was safe and that everything was going to be all right.
Amara began to hum and rock back and forth, to comfort the still upset child.
*****There's a song that's inside of my soul # It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again # I'm awake and in the infinite cold # But you sing to me over and over and over again #So I lay my head back down # And I lift my hands # And pray to be only yours # I pray to be only yours # I know now you're my only hope # Sing to me the song of the stars # Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again # When it feels like my dreams are so far # Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again # So I lay my head back down # And I lift my hands # And pray to be only yours # I pray to be only yours # I know now you're my only hope# I give you my destiny # I'm giving you all of me # I want your symphony # Singing in all that I am # At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back #So I lay my head back down # And I lift my hands # And pray to be only yours#I pray to be only yours # I pray to be only yours # I know now you're my only hope # mmmmm, mmmmmmmmm # oooooooooooooohhh *****
When she was finished singing, Meagan was asleep. She looked up and a woman and a man were standing in front of her smiling. The woman was crying.
They were obviously the Petersons. The man had the same curly black hair and the woman had the same deep green eyes.
Amara blushed and smiled at them. "I'm Amara Ten'ho. I'm guessing that you're Meagan's parents."
"Yes. Thank you so much for finding her. We were so worried. Thank you. We can never repay you."
"Don't mention it. She provided me with a good break from shopping. I wouldn't have not helped her. She needed it too much."
The woman smiled and shook her head. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
"You're welcome. It was no problem." Amara said and gave Meagan to her father. "I'd better be on my way. It was lovely to have met you." Amara said and walked over to where her friends were waiting.
Serena was smirking like crazy. ~If Trieze wasn't interested emotionally, he is now.~
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LOVE YOU PEEPS!!!!!!!!