Chapter 47: Your birthday.
Meet me in the IC lab, near the left corridor. I'm waiting.
-Kai.
She sighed low, and got up, heading out.
"I'll be back." She said before she left.
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Tyson sighed as he successfully completed his task and trudged through the mild traffic towards his college. He dint had the slightest idea of how he was going to do this. After all, they did really mess up. He gave a small smile as his hand found its way to his pocket.
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Hilary softly kicked the ground as she spoke, "Why did you call me." After she said, she realized how utterly dead silent the space was, their ambient environment making her feel like the world's dead. Her arms were folded and she was leaning the wall looking at her feet.
"Hilary, I'm not here to make you any down." Kai sighed.
"Hmm…"
"Just wanted to ask you if you are alright? You left suddenly in the middle of the night. Did you two have any fight?"
"No nothing." She lied; feeling like she committed the biggest mistake by lying. So he did notice it.
"You might have thought nobody would see you." Kai simply said kicking a little stone out of the arena. "Well, just mind any one of us. "He smiled softly.
"Sure Kai." She smiled mildly as well.
He gazed at her softly, craving if she would say that she loved him back. He softly headed to her not intending to frighten her. His voice seemed heavy with intense fear of losing as he did, "W-Would y-you mind if I…"
Hilary suddenly felt guilty for his helpless soft state. She stated, "Continue." She said looking straight in his eyes. His actions were simple and sweet. He sighed hurtfully before he pulled her in soft embrace rubbing his weak palms on her back. Her right cheek was on his chest as she felt soft and weak. She didn't feel wrong. His action was comforting and only Tyson would do that very rare, offending her deep inside sometimes.
"Just don't you worry about anything." He softly mumbled in her ear. She nodded before closing her eyes.
"Thanks." She smiled weakly and ambled off with him.
Their ways parted before the main gate and she took the opposite turn. Tyson spotted her right then, and followed her. As she consequently became aware of his presence, she still didn't have any intention of talking to him. She simply walked ignoring him. He kept walking faster and she was perfectly meeting the pace to keep their distance.
"Hilary stop!" Tyson finally uttered still striding.
She didn't reply but kept on trudging faster. She didn't want to talk to him. Why should I answer you? Does that make any sense that you can apologize me whenever you want!
They kept on doing the same thing. She took different turns and he followed her not meeting the end so on.
Finally, after some good minutes, when she discovered he had finally given up, she headed near the riverside, catching up with herself. The sight was calm though. The warm sunlight washing the sand and the river ripples, the pale blue sky, cloudless. The sun was warming her, and hot grains of sand were making her bare feet to rub them against more. She sighed.
When she shortly opened her eyes, landing on the waves, she also perceived a prominent shadow of a certain some one behind her. She swiftly turned back shocked.
"What!" she exclaimed.
"Whao," he sighed, "You didn't seem to stop, so I…so I just showed all a little sudden?" he said vaguely.
"I don't want to talk you. Please leave, Tyson." She said folding her arms stubbornly, turning aside, her nose puffed.
"C'mon, I dint mean any of those words! You know that!" he said with imploring eyes. Inside, he was trembled to dark about the way she was speaking. He dint want to break with her, no, not this easily.
"Huh?' she questioned with frown, "How am I supposed to know that? I believe what you said and that was it!" She yelled daringly.
"What did I exactly say that you are so down!" he said, feeling the guilt reciprocate.
"Are you crazy? Leave me! I'm better off you! Get lost Tyson! Please, for god's sake just leave me and my personal life alone. I do not need either you or Kai for anything!"
"Bu-"
"No! This is my life and if I grant you permission, then. Not without it." She kept a hand in front of him stopping, "You think I'm alone? Oh please, don't give me that look; you said that. But no, I'm not! You think I need someone to cope up my insecurities? Sorry Tyson, but I don't have any insecurities! Yeah, you've got them many! You rather need Kai despite the fucking rivalry. Oh yes, I mean it! And don't you worry; you don't need to arrange anyone else either. Because you know what, you were jealous. Am I right?"
"What!" Tyson was shocked. How is she supposed to know that?
"Yeah, you exactly know what I'm speaking of and I'm not criticizing you for that, no, perhaps that's because we used be too good friends, but that doesn't mean you take out your frustration of that or the after math of the battle on me because I did that! I'm not your fucking emotional punching bag Tyson! You know what; I needed to do that to Kai. He was hurt. It still doesn't mean that I like him in that way. It was just necessary at the moment, you won't believe but he did apologize me twice for that." She breathed deeply as she was losing breath, "A-Are y-you not better t-than that?..." she was stuttering, "I thought, you cared even more and …better."
"Hilary," he softly started, "I-I am sorry for what I said you that night. You are right, it was a frustration, but I am ready to compensate however you want."
"Fine, I forgive you." She said, her eyes showing pecks of evilness "Leave me. Forget me."
"Hey!-"
"That's where you are wrong, you aren't even ready to listen or just try to do what I'm saying. I seriously didn't mean it. I was checking you. To be frank, I've never got hurt from anyone except you, sometimes Kai and…you know who that person is."
He nodded, gulping down every inch of fear and guilt.
"It means we can't be friends again?" he asked, his eyes showing signs of hurt, looking down. She was reminded, this face, it is same when he was really down, just like before his battle was against max in the previous championship.
"Sorry Tyson, but I don't think I can take this anymore!"
"Hilary, you are really being selfish! I'm really sorry, I'm saying you!" he yelled impulsively, lifting his head.
"SHUT UP! I'm tired of hearing your sorrys since past ten minutes or precisely since past four years! Why don't you just go back and do something productive rather than wasting my time!I've to go and I can live without you as well! In that respect, at least you won't make me addicted to you **sob** or get me afflicted like you do or-"
Stop.
Just stop.
Her mouth was shut when he kissed her softly on her lips, getting reminded of their previous little room-tryst, silencing her for good amount of time. He broke away quickly. He had a little idea that she was struggling even to speak properly previously.
She gasped, but her expressions weren't harsh, they had neutralized from before.
"What was that!" she was panting.
He smiled a little, "You wouldn't shut up, so…" he took out a small rectangular shaped box,. She was getting uncomfortable butterflies inside of her but she waited, pleasuring secretly, unknowingly.
"Happy Birthday, Hils, I'm glad I'm the first person to wish you." He smiled elegantly, his mature features casting a prominent influence of him on her, silencing her from any rude words.
"Y-You remembered?" she mumbled.
"Of course! How can I forget?" he took out a cute dark silver grey watch from the box, which had sky blue strokes on it with a diamond shaped clock, and lifted her wrist gently, suddenly realizing her warmth and tied it.
She was speechless. The truth was, she herself didn't remember her birthday. Now she realized what Delia was speaking of. The important event was her Birthday. And she was right, Tyson was the first person to wish her.
"T-thanks."
"No problem, but you've to come back." He chuckled.
She nodded, "I-I'm s-"
"No, you don't need to." He said in a low soft voice keeping his face close to hers.
"We should leave." She said trying to put a smile on her blushing frightened face.
"We don't have to." He whispered closing his eyes, wrapping his arm around her neck softly, and subtly sniffing her seraphic scent.
"Tyson.." she whispered.
"Yes…"
"We should go, someone may see us." She said as she found his eyes focusing her lips once again.
"Who?"
"I don't know…"
"We don't have to know." He smiled and moved back, allowing the fresh sunlight fall on her face once again.
She sighed.
"Why were you tensed up?" he teased.
"Uh, no. I-"
"Are you scared of me?" he asked softly.
"Uh no Tyson, why should I. We are good friends and friends don't scare each other."
"Yeah, even when we are so close." He teased again but received a good punch on his head.
"Yes!" she pouted angrily but that was a little bickering they loved!
"Oops. That hurts Hils!"
"I know!" she said in a singing tone strolling away.
"Hey wait!"
"Catch me if you can."
"I can!"
"You can't!"
"I can!" he ran quicker but still lagged.
"I told you." She smirked.
"Argh!"
"Haha, let's see that I win!"
"In your dreams!"
"You are stubborn!"
"Learnt that from you!" she sang back.
"You are a good runner." He sighed.
"Learnt that from you!"
" You are subtle!"
"Learnt that from you!"
Tyson smirked, "You like me a lot!"
"Learnt that from- what? Hey! That's not true!"
"You said it right now!" he giggled.
"No I didn't. "She snorted.
"H-Hill, Hil, Hilary…" he was singing, "Hilary likes me, me meeh!"
"Tyson! Stop it!" She exclaimed.
"Don't lose it now, run faster, or else you'll lose."
"Oh, I won't!" she said confidently was lagging somewhat from his. She speeded but it wasn't sufficient.
"And if you do, you'll have to listen what I say."
"Oh, that does not gonna happen."
"Yeah, and same thing is for me!"
"Then, it'll be fun!" she smirked and trotted up faster.
They were panting hard but the winner had to be one. And guess what, our cocky champion! Duh!
He smirked at her and she nodded helplessly.
"Come." He ordered her and climbed upstairs. She followed, wondering what he is craving.
He waited until she was inside and then slowly closed the door.
"So what do you want me to do? I'm sure it must be your piled up homework or some notes probably? Isn't it Tyson?"
"Ugh, not really, Hils. Pfft, give me a break."
"Well, then, mind saying?"
"Yeah, " he said pressing some buttons on his phone.
"Tyson, get a new phone. It's been too old." Hilary rolled her eyes.
"Thanks, but I don't have enough money to buy one." He said sarcastically.
"Don't worry, I'll buy one fo-"
"Oh please don't! I'll buy one soon. Happy?"
She nodded.
"Got it!"
"What?"
"This…" he showed.
"Why not me?"
"Yeahhh! I love this song!" he threw a full fist in the air.
She gulped. "Don't say you want me to sing it for you!" she puked
Tysn frowned angrily, placing a hand on his waist turning back, "That was rude." He said childishly.
"Uh-"
"Btw, I wanted us to dance on this song and moreover it's a male version, you don't have to sing anyway."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."
"Whatever. So shall we?"
"What's the genre Tyson?" she asked examining coolly.
"Horror." He smiled sarcastically.
"What?"
He lowered his gaze right to her slim hands. Her gaze shifted from his face and followed its line. His hands gently followed hers and he wrapped in his softly. Impulsively, he pulled her close, sending casual curiosity in her.
"What?" she asked loudly.
"Dance with me." He softly whispered. She couldn't help but blush and he smirked seeing her face. So sweet of that… blush?
A/N: Trust me, I was so happy when I had typed the chapter originally. I will definitely miss this story when it will be over. The softest moment are concealed in the beauty of silence. Just remember that. :D
Thanks so much for the support and reviews, guys. Tell me for sure how this chapter was. There remains one last battle!
Lately, I've been so sick. I got this nausea, sickness, giddiness, sprain in foot and my inner battles that has been troubling me. I always find Fanfiction as my Cynefin, trust me.