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Artemis Obscure: Thank God that there were just "minor" mistakes .-.! I was so nervous, you have no idea. But, anyway, I'm looking for a beta, and as soon as I find a nice one (yes, nice, it doesn't have to be good, just to be a nice and gentle person. I'm really sensitive when it comes to correct my mistakes) , I'll correct everything.

But I'm afraid I can't change the americanized speech, thought. When you grow up at Brazil, American english is everywhere. I studied english at a British school, but stills I keep listening to american songs and watching to american tv shows and so on...Is pretty hard to not write in a americanized way. But I promisse I'll do my best, baby! Ò.ó!

Btw, I'm sorry I took so long to put the next chapter. I was, well, kinda grounded, you see 8.8!

A/N: It's a very very short chapter. But I like it anyway D! I'd say the whole chapter is just a small scene, I tried to put the beggining of the third chapter together with the ending of this one, but it was not good. So I'll try to upload the next as soon as possible.

Chapter Two:

A Kiss from a Rose

"Hey, look out!" The scream came just before a huge tomato hit her head.

"Ouch! What was that for?" she said, red juice all over her blond hair. "Who's there?"

"I'm really sorry! I really didn't see you there. I swear!" A red headed boy, came from behind a three. He seamed to be exactly her age, maybe even a bit older, but she had never seen him before. Probably a tourist.

"Really?" she raised na eyebrow. "That's weird, because I can distinguilly smell a spell here. Exactly the kind that makes sure you don't miss your shot for nothing." The boy seamed embarassed. But only for a few seconds.

"Oh, I didn't think such a pretty girl could also be a spell expert."

"Isn't this a bit sexist of you...Signor...?"

"Marco. I'm Marco."

"And does Sr. Marco has a surname?"

"I don't know. Why should I tell you, my dear spell expert?

"Maybe because I'm not only a spell expert, but also a great magician. Such as you, I might add. Really great, this tomato spell, I mean." Once she said that her hand reached her face and all the tomato juice started coming back like as she was rewinding a tape, and after a few whispered words the tomato was back on her hand. Intact. "Here you are, Sr. Marco. Better luck next time, trying to hit inoccent girls."

She was back to her way. Marco held her by her shoulder:

"Wait." She turned back and stared at him with big dark eyes. Problably from her Italian dad. She was too good to be true. "What's your defect?"

"What?" she raised both eyebrows at him.

"You're beautiful, smart, and have talent for spells. What's your defect?"

"Are you, somehow, courting me, Signor?" she half smiled in a very ironic way that made his heart skip a beat.

"Somehow? I'm courting you in a lot of ways, Signorita." She laughed. A very loud, full filling kind of laughter. Exactly the kind he tought she would have. "So, what's wrong with you?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes."

"Come here." She looked straight into his eyes, and with her face just a few inches apart from his, she whispered very slowly:

"I don't like pasta."

"WHAT? How come? How come you don't like pasta? And you call yourself an Italian, woman?" She smiled:

"Well, I think it's heavy. I'd rather eat something like...I don't know...Meat."

"So you REALLY are half English."

"What?" her eyes were open in shock. "How do you know that?"

"Er..."

"You seam to have done your homework,Signor Marco. But it isn't fair, is it? You seam to know so much about me...But what do I know about you? Besides your first name?"

"Well, you also know I atack random girls in the street and try to find out what's their worst defect. Isn't it enough?"

She laughed again. "Yes, pretty enough. But I'm afraid I have to leave now." She rolled her eyes and started walking again. Five seconds later the boy was right next to her:

"My Signorita sure is wise. She knows exactly how to make me keep talking."

"What makes you think I want you talking to me?"

"The little sparkling star in the corner of your eye." He said with a big smile. She smiled back and said:

" This one was bad, signor. You better work something else out. Otherwise I'll never say my name." She passed him.

"And what makes you think I don't know it already?" She stoped, turned around and looked at his freckled face:

"You scare me." She said smiling.

"Please, Rosa, tell me, did fear ever stop a heart from falling?"

"I'm afraid it did not, signor."

"So, I dare say, you scare me too. Never felt this way before. You're just...Diferent. Way too diferent from the other girls I met."

"Well, that's problably because I hate pasta." They both laughed. He aproacched his face from hers."Will I ever know your surname, Sr. Marco?"

" Maybe. It depends on your anwser to my next question."

"So ask it then."

" Since you're one of them, can you tell me if it's really true that, once you kiss a rose your stomach will always be full of butterflies?"

"I'm afraid I can't anwser that." She said, eyes closing. " I'm a rose, but I never kissed one." He came closer.

"Well, I guess I'll have to find it out all by myself."

"Poor boy..." She whispered a second before their lips touched.

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