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Vampire Academy.

Rose Hathaway and Dimitri Belikov.

Happy Meal.

I didn't really know what made me do it. I suppose I should have known after everything I had been through. But then again, it was me we were talking about. The same old, reckless little shit.

Well, there was no point in complaining about it.

Might as well face it, Hathaway.

I wriggled a little and tried to pull myself up.

"Ah, fuck," I groaned as I felt the plastic scrape my sides.

Okay, deep breaths.

I inhaled and made an effort to stood when I exhaled.

That only made me scream like Lissa when she saw Christian's newly bleached hair, courtesy of me of course. But at least, he enjoyed it.

"Focus, Rose."

I looked around. Guardian one-oh-one, look for potential threats when in a crisis. Or in this case, look for anyone recording me while I faced this, ah, sticky situation.

Of course, I found no one. I had made sure that there was no one here before I came.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Dimitri," I moaned, hoping that he would somehow magically hear me and appear with his half amused, half exasperated smile and say, "Really, Roza, you got stuck in a swing for toddlers?"

I made one last effort to pull myself up.

And there went my only pair of dark wash jeans.

"Fuck! Shit! No. Ah, mother-" I tugged at the thick chain and pulled myself out of the fucking seat and fell on the grassy ground.

Groaning, I rubbed my hips. They stung a little, which was even worse than getting stabbed. Annoying little scrapes and bruises popping up everywhere, yeah, just a teeny-weeny downside to being a Guardian.

"Well done."

I narrowed my eyes at the familiar voice.

"You were watching? Dimitri, you ass-"

He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me up.

He had a smirk on his face. His hair was in a ponytail, with a few, shorter strands curling around his sharp-as-a-knife jaw. His eyes were filled with mirth and the corner of his lips threatened to turn into laughter. But because of my poor state, he seemed to get it in control and help me out.

"Are you alright?" His brows furrowed and his lower lip jutted out just a little.

Vlad, how the hell could this man make a simple question so sexy?

"Fine," I scowled, "you could have helped me, you know."

He shrugged, "It was rather entertaining to watch."

Like the baby I was, I pouted and let out in a whiny tone. "but it hurts!"

"That, was your own fault, my love."

And that was the moment my stomach chose to let out a roar.

Dimitri resisted another smile.

"Stop," I grumbled, yanking his hand and pulling him towards the car.

"A Happy Meal?" he said. I could hear the sarcasm in his voice.

"You are never too old for a happy meal, comrade. I'll even let you play with the toy."

Thank you for reading and reviewing. This one is totally random. I haven't written any fanfics in a while.

I am terribly sorry for not updating for so long. This is the first update of 2019.

I am trying to get a few things back on track. Things have been a little weird past few months. Again, so sorry for the late update. I'll try to work on WSHH too. Thank you so much.

See you all soon.

Sacraa.