Of Hearts And Mirrors
Ch.5-These Are My Confessions
A/N: There's a plot afoot! Still don't own FOP.
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"...Can you forgive me?" She asked.
"I hate holding grudges." Ryan answered. Angela looked back down at the bed and bit her lower lip, trying not to cry.
"You ok?" He asked as he gently patted her back. Angela shook her head. He frowned a little.
"You sure?"
"...You're the first person to actually see who I really am..." she replied softly.
"I am?" Angela nodded.
"Wow." Said Ryan softly and a little surprised.
"...I didn't mean to call you all sorts of names…it's just that...I didn't want you to see who I was." She explained.
"It's ok." He said.
"...I...have something to confess..."
"What is it?" He asked in concern.
"...I know that it seems a bit sudden...and we just met...but..."
"...Yes?" Ryan asked her. Angela buried her face in her hands, her voice muffled.
"I...I thought you hated me for the way I treated you." For some odd reason, he wanted her to say something else, but he quickly pushed to the back of his mind and decided to forget about it.
"...If I hated you...I never would've come for your aid."
"...But..."
"...What is it?"
"...You probably would've done it for anyone else." She mumbled.
"But...not the way how I saved you."
"...I was unconscious half the time." Ryan shrugged.
"I still wanted to save you."
"But still...you could've left there. Most people would've." She glanced.
"I would never leave people like that." He answered.
"...Once again..t...t...t...thank you..." she said softly and nervously.
"N...no problem." Angela threw herself at him suddenly, making him blush once more.
"...Can I stay with you? ...Please? I realized how wrong I was not to recieve help from you." A million things seemed to jumble into his head as her words registered. One: it looks like she was serious about not going back home, two: it was a good chance to get to know her more, and three: it would be nice for someone around his age to hang out with...someone that he could maybe bond with...no...that was silly...she'd probably resist as usual.
"...Yes...you can." He finally said. Angela smiled at him.
"Thanks...so...where do I sleep?"
"...In Ryan's room, of course!" Cosmo said happily, poking his head into the room.
"What the?" Ryan jumped a little at the green fairy's sudden appearance.
"...I don't want to impose..." Angela said kindly.
"Nonsense! He'll be happy to let you sleep in his room! ...With him." Cosmo glanced at Ryan.
"...Right?"
"Uh..." Ryan started.
"B...But I don't...you see...I...don't want to kick him out of his own room. I'm...fine where I'm at." She stammered.
"But that's his bed you're in." Angela gulped.
"...Maybe I should go somewhere else?" She shakingly got up from the bed.
"Uh..." Angela started walking towards the door but stumbled a little.
"You ok?"
"...I think I'm gonna find somewhere else to sleep."
"where would you like to sleep?"
"Anywhere." Angela shrugged.
"Ah, but what if she needs help? She's needs someone to watch her until she gets better." Cosmo added.
"I'll watch her." Ryan volunteered.
"W...what? N...no I'm fine...I..."
"Back to bed." Angela opened her mouth to protest.
"...But...Ryan...do something...I don't want to take over your bed." She whined a little.
"It's ok, I'll poof up another one." He assured her.
"NO!" Cosmo and Angela stared and blinked at each other.
"What?"
"She means that she's willing to share the bed." Angela elbowed Cosmo in the side, glaring at him.
"Oh..."
"So...uh...have fun." Cosmo dashed away. Angela laughed nervously.
"T...That idiot..he thinks I want to sleep with you."
"Yeah. Heheheh. That's dumb, huh?" said Ryan as he laughed nervously.
"Yeah." Angela couldn't help but chuckle at him.
"What?"
"Nothing." Angela started peeling off the bandages.
"You ok?"
"Yeah..." She smiled a little, trying to peel off the bandage on her head. Ryan watched her struggle before he offered to help her.
"...No..." She started, but remembered his words and gave in.
"O...okay." Ryan helped take the bandages off her head and absently stroked her hair afterwards.
"How's that?" He asked tenderly. Angela didn't object, but rather tilted her head down.
"How's the bump?" He looked it over, and saw that the swelling from where the rock hit had gone down.
"It's ok." Angela suddenly lifted up her head and accidentally smacked the top of her head to his jaw.
"Ow!" She hissed as the bump throbbed with pain.
"Ooof!" He cringed. Ryan rubbed his jaw a little.
"You ok?" He asked.
"Uh...yeah.. I guess." She rubbed the top of her head before she realized that she was close to him and blushed a little. A delightful scent wafted to her nostrils, and she couldn't help but sniff. It was a type of scent where it made her extremely comfortable and at ease. Before she knew it, Angela reached out with a hand and buried her face in his shirt absently, making Ryan blush once more. She stood there for a few seconds before she realized what she was doing, and looked up in embarrassment.
"...Uh...eh heh..I...uh..like your cologne. ...It smells good." She stammered.
"Thanks." He grinned. Angela studied his facial features, and happened to be mesmerized by his clear blue eyes. He noticed her staring at him.
"What?" He asked.
"...Just looking...what's wrong with that?" Ryan lifted his hand and ruffled her hair.
"...Nothing." He said as he gently pulled away from her and started walking away.