A/N: hey! Thanks for continuing to read my fic!
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My Porcelain Doll
Chap. 8
The days that followed were the most distressing one's the doll ever had. Her boyfriend, Enrique would talk endlessly about beyblades beyblades and only beyblades. He would tell what he knew to anyone who would listen, Gustav, the servants, the cook, the gardener, the chauffer, the tutor…and sometimes even the governess…
Frankly, not only did the porcelain doll felt annoyed and jealous about the diverted attention but also she was getting extremely tired of all talk about…whatever concerning the damned sport.
It was true that Enrique seemed to care very little for anything else…
"…the gears have got to be one of the most important parts in a beyblade…"
"Enrique…"
"…it makes the beyblade more efficient, y'see? And…"
"Enrique…"
"…other gears are made engine gears to launch special attacks…"
"ENRIQUE!"
"…what?"
The porcelain doll took a couple of calming breaths before taking her love's hand in hers. "Your tita's term is ending tomorrow. I overheard Gustav talking about it this afternoon…"
The pair was on the wide veranda of a totally wicked bedroom opposite the wing where Enrique's bedroom was. It was a very sunny Saturday and the blonde boy wanted to explore the house for kicks.
At his girlfriend's words, she seemed to brighten a bit. (Well…he was already bright since he watched a beybattle on KNN that morning.) "Oh…really? Cool…"
He took a deep breath and was about to launch a lengthy talk about attack rings when the doll beat him to it.
"What're you planning to do tomorrow?" she asked.
Enrique shrugged. "Nothing…I guess, we'd have more freedom and time for each other…" he smiled.
"And then after tomorrow we'd have even more time to ourselves than ever before…" she suggested hopefully for him, but then her resolve wilted as she saw Enrique falter. "What is it?"
"I've got my exams on Monday." He said blankly. "And it's going to last for three weeks…"
"Why so long?" the doll asked softly.
"Well it's made up of seven years of lessons. It's gotta be long…" he smiled weakly. "I'd have to study…"
The doll was counting. "Your birthday's on a Saturday three weeks from now…by then the tutor will leave and you're an officially free nine-year old!" she declared happily.
"Yeah…" Enrique was nodding, slowly coming out of his gloomy state. "I'd have more time for beyblades!"
The doll wasn't expecting that…
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The next morning, Enrique was hiding in his golden bathroom.
"Master Enrique, your tita is leaving. Do you not want to part?" the butler asked through the intercom.
The young Italian huffed and jabbed the red 'call' button hard with his finger. "No. Way. In hell."
Gustav, the governess and the tutor were by the double oak doors. The old lady had already packed. Two formidable luggage bags that served her almost nine years were by her side.
He sighed at the boy's reply and turned to the waiting pair.
"Well Signora?" Gustav asked skeptically.
"You can't blame him…she said tartly and turned to the tutor." Goodbye."
They parted with a polite handshake and a brief hug. Gustav raised an eyebrow.
"Best be off Signora…" he muttered and bowed low then led her out.
Enrique and the porcelain doll poked their heads out at the same time to watch his tita leave, he from the bathroom and she from the bedroom. They saw each other and smiled naughtily.
As soon as they heard Gustav shut the door, the pair emitted screams and whoppings of mirth and joy. (Maybe one of the reasons why the tutor was pissed the next day,) The butler shook his head with a smile and returned to his duties.
TBC
A/N: MIINA! IM SOOOO SORRY IF MY SUPPOSEDLY ITALIAN IS SPANISH…I've never had experience with Italian myself…Spanish is the closest I know…xP