A/N: yeah! here's another for y'all! Enjoy! It's just a shortie...and we might fast forward a bit...
My Porcelain Doll
Chap. 7
After what seemed like forever, they both came up for air panting slightly. The porcelain doll's cheeks were slightly pink under her butterfly-wing markings.
"Is that the reason why you were acting to sick?" she asked him.
The toddler scratched his cheek and smiled apologetically. "I didn't know what it was called and how you should handle it until papa cleared it for me during my lessons."
The doll smiled and cupped his cheek with a small hand, kissing him gently.
"Happy Birthday..."
Enrique beamed at her for a few minutes before remembering something and snapping out of his thoughts. "Oh...are...are you okay?" he asked the doll hurriedly. "About how I feel?"
She smiled. "Of course..." she said and they hugged each other.
Whether this love was a fling, puppy or true...it's up to you guys...
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Two days later, Enrique's tita effectively plunged the whole estate into gloom at the first step. The only person who seemed happy to see her was the tutor, who could finally have an outlet for all the annoyance he kept bottled up for seven months. Her gloom, however, did not affect the two lovers. To be honest, the governess was relieved that Enrique had grown up a bit. She didn't know what happened but his father's visit had done him some good.
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Three years have passed since Enrique first professed love to his porcelain doll. Their relationship was still as sweet as it was during their first kiss. Though the daily routine was more mundane than cow-tipping, it never really bothered both of them, having each other for support.
Besides...this was a year to celebrate. His tutoring will end on the eve of his ninth birthday and his tita's term is about to end. Finally he could live a normal life like other kids his age.
It was a Saturday and 8 year old Enri was again looking out of his favorite window, fascinated by a game being played by two kids, surrounded by an enormous crowd. The beautiful sound of clashing metals was heard over the cheers.
"Porcelain doll! Look, love! It's so beautiful..." he said in awe. His girlfriend joined him by the window and saw the on-going beybattle.
"I've always wanted one of those since I saw them on TV." he pointed to the circling beyblades.
The porcelain doll froze at his words and looked at his face with an expression of disbelief. She knew Enrique watched the commercial only last week.
"Ah well..." he turned away from the window. "I'm off to lunch...coming?" he asked her.
The doll smiled weakly. "Your tita's downstairs." she reminded him.
"Oh yeah..." Enrique said disconcertedly and left the room.
The doll returned to watching the battle. Her amethyst eyes could've not expressed more hatred than ever for the spinning tops.
"You can never take my Enrique away from me..."
TBC
A/N: wooo...ended at an angry note there...anyway, hope you liked it! don't kill me! ((squeals))