Once again, I'm a little stuck on the continuous story, so here you go~!
It all started when Drew asked the question, right out of the blue: "Why do you always do that?" See, as of the late, May had gotten very prone to pressing her finger on her collarbone-area, right below her throat. He had no idea why, but she always seemed relatively calmer when she did so. And whenever something seemed to bother May, Drew wanted to know.
"W-What?" May asked, confused, and a little nervous. She instinctively brought her hand up and fingered her neck.
"That!" he pointed, knowing she would do just that. "With your fingers. Before, you would press your two index fingers together when you were uncomfortable; what's with the change and what does it mean?"
She blinked, blushed, then cleared her throat. "Um, how did you know that (a) I used to do the finger-tapping thing; and (b) why are you so concerned?"
He scowled, trying to hide his own blush. So maybe he was getting a little blown-up over a simple thing. But he knew that the more someone put value off of anything, there was a good chance the item was important. "Why won't you just tell me?" he countered.
"I, um...well..." So he was right. "...I don't see what there is t-to tell," May mumbled.
Drew frowned. Fine then. Before she could even blink, Drew had May pressed against a tree-trunk she didn't even know was there. She froze, her eyes stuck on his. "Tell me," he whispered.
"N-No."
"Tell me."
"I can't!"
"Then...show me." May paused, then reached behind her neck and fiddled with something. Before long, she was holding a thin golden chain and circular necklace. The front of the pendant had a rose - ironic, isn't it - carved into it. She held it up for him to see.
"See? Nothing...special." But his sharp eyes noticed something on the side. Gently but swiftly, he took the necklace from her and carefully pried it open. May gasped and tried to take it back, but he opened it anyway. There were two pictures inside it. One was of her and her family, all smiling and happy. He couldn't help but smirk; of course.
The smirk faded when he saw the other picture.
It was him, of all things. He peered at the picture; not recognizing it for a moment. He couldn't remember smiling like that before; and it wasn't one of his - hyper and crazy - fans' pictures. Then he remembered where the picture was taken and scowled.
"Solidad," he muttered. Of course, SHE would give this picture to May, of all people.
May, meanwhile, was blushing furiously. She knew exactly what having those two pictures meant. Added to that was the fact that she fingered it whenever she needed comfort...as if the pictures were really the people in them...they gave her comfort.
He gave her comfort.
There we go! It was short but sweet. See you soon!
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