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Sunny Hours

by P. Buffay

Chapter 8: My Sunny Hours.

"Diana! No! No! Gladys will kill her! I can't permit it! No! Kill me! Don't kill her! I die on her place, but please, don't kill her! I need save her! Java, no! No! DIANAAAAAA!"

Martin opened his eyes. He saw the roof of his bedroom. He looked for the sides, it was nothing different. He was laid on his bed with his pajamas. A sunshine reflected on his face. He touched on his arm. It was still hurting…

Oh, you finally woke up, sleepyhead! – a known voice echoed on his ears.

Diana! – he smiled - you're okay!

Ha, yes, I am. – she smiled.

Martin looked around.

Java! M.o.m.! You're okay too! – they smiled.

Yes, we are, Martin. – m.o.m. said.

He got up.

- No, no. Don't do any effort! The doctor said you must rest! – Diana interrupted him.

- hm, hm… - Martin smiled gracelessly.

- Mainly this arm, did you hear, boy? – m.o.m. completed.

- Okay, I get it.

- And by the way, how is it? – she asked. Martin touched the broken arm with the other hand.

- Ah!... it's well, it's hurting a little, but it'll get better.

- Even so, Diana and Java will care for it get better soon.

- Exactly, did you hear? If you need anything you call us, okay?

- Yeah, Java comes too fast, just call!

- Oh, thank you guys, but you don't need…

- No, Martin, seriously! Anything! – Diana interrupted him.

- Thank you. – the boy answered, but suddenly a worried expression appeared on his face. – but and Gladys, where's him?

- Calm down, Martin. Gladys is dead. He drowned himself in the green slime that let him without his senses.

- But why did he die only with the slime? – he asked. m.o.m. looked at him.

- Well, it was a substance that when mixed with the slime gave origin to an acid that burned Gladys.

- What? That burned, you said that burned Gladys?

- Exactly.

- But what substance is that?

- Your blood, Martin.

- My… blood?

- Yeah, we found out that when a little quantity of human blood comes in contact with the slime, it turns to an acid so powered, able to burn until an alien… and how Gladys comes in contact with your blood when he thrust his nails on your arm… he suffering the consequences…

- Wow. – Martin said surprised.

- Yeah, I know.

Everybody stayed in silent for a few seconds until Martin ask:

But, and as for the other agents in the chambers?

They stayed under the Center's care. We made an antidote that made they back to normal… - realizing that Martin would make another question, she anticipated herself – and as for the possess agents, they backed to normal like Java, Billy and me when Gladys lost his energy.

Oh, that's good. – the teenage-boy answered.

Er… Java laments for the pound. – Java said gracelessly.

No problem, Jav. You were possessed. – the boy said. The caveman smiled. Martin smiled too. They stayed in silent again till m.o.m. say:

Well, I think we have to leave Martin and Diana alone. They need to talk… Java? – they left the room, leaving the brothers alone.

Diana took a chair near to her and sat next to Martin's bed:

So? How are you?

I'm fine. So fine. My arm is hurting a little but… it'll be okay…

Oh… - they looked each other.

But… and you? – Martin asked.

I'm fine, so fine too…

Oh, that's good…

Yeah… - they stayed in silent.

I was so worried with you… - Martin started. - … in loose you… I mean… if Gladys had done anything worst to you… I... – he looked at her - ..I would never forgive myself… - she smiled.

Me too, if he had hurt you. – the girl said.

The silent invaded the room again. Martin started:

Look, Diana, I know I lied to you… and I was awful and all… I would not do that… and, well… I want to apologi… - but he didn't finished, cause the girl put her forefinger on his lips… he looked at her. She let go herself on him in a hold.

I love you.

A little red line crossed Martin's face.

I love you too. – they looked each other – Oh, and by the way, the cookies were delicious. – He said. Diana smiled.

Thank you… - More silent. – Oh! I remembered something! All that happened and we lost the philosophy exam yesterday!

Oh! What a pity! – Martin said sarcastically.

Yeah, but don't worry! I already talked to Mrs. Brown and she said we can do the exam next week! Isn't the best?

You… you did w…WHAT? – Martin asked angry.

Yeah, I know! You're welcome!

B-but, but, but why? WHY?... Oh… - he was starting to say something when Diana interrupted him.

And you had luck for had broke the left arm since you write with the right one, right? – she said.

Yes….I write… - he said unhappily.

Okay, let's go! M.o.m. invited us to a breakfast in the Center.

Oh, sounds great! I'm too hungry!

So, let's go!

Okay! – he stood up with Diana's help, but didn't follow her to the door.

What's up? Is everything okay?

Yeah, yeah, it's all great! Go first, I reach you.

Okay, so… but don't be late!

I won't. – he smiled.

She left the room. Martin took the photo that took with his sister when they were children. He turned it in the other way around and wrote overleaf with a pen:

"The person who is next to me is absolutely the BEST one to spend sunny hours… and she always will be.

Martin Mystery."

He did a long sigh:

- Yes, she is.


That's it all that starts, finishes one day... I hope you've liked it.

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First of all, I would like to say "thank you" to all who read my fic., to all who reviewed it, and sure, to all who liked it. )

And always enjoy yous Sunny Hours. Even if you have rainy hours, you must smile andcreat your sunny days, your sunny moments or just ... your sunny hours. - By P. Buffay. )

Note:

Sunny Hours: Nice hours, funny hours, happy hours.