What She Really Wants
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AH! Sorry to those who are reading this right now and want to kill me! School started and there was so much homework! My dog actually ATE my homework, and I had to come up with an explanation. I mean, who would actually BELIEVE that? Well, it's TRUE! Anyways, I'm not going to make you sit through my boring life.
Also, note that I've changed the story so it's from May's point of view. This is because I prefer writing like that. SO DEAL WITH IT!
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All I remember, all I could think of, was Drew.
Is it possible to fall in love with someone you don't know?
Has that ever happened
before?
I blinked, opening my eyes. Misty was there, staring at me
nervously.
" May! Are you alright?" She frowned. Normally, I would lie, mostly out of lingering habit. But now all I could think of was my… new boss.
I cringed.
" You okay, May?" I heard another voice from across me. I turned, surprised. Ash was sitting on the other couch. Funny. I don't remember letting him in.
" I called Ash when you fainted," Misty bit her lip. " I was really worried."
" I'm fine," I said, only vaguely aware of what was going on.
This couldn't be happening.
This was HORRIBLE.
I promised myself that I would never, ever, fall in love again. I did NOT want to go through that again. I didn't want to go through the… rejection. No such thing as true love, I amended to myself, hoping to calm down. It didn't work.
I felt something, even though I didn't want it there… did I?
No! The last thing I wanted was love!
I shook my head.
" Misty… could you leave? I need time to think." I didn't realize what I said until it came out of my mouth.
" Are you sure you're okay?" Misty gazed at me. My rude demand didn't bother her, as she was used to my sudden objections to things.
" No."
Misty bit her lip again, and then motioned for Ash to follow her as she walked out the door. The second the door closed, I buried my face into the pillow and cried. I lay there, sniffling for twenty minutes, until I was out of tears and I couldn't think anymore.
I knew one thing for sure, though.
Love wasn't happiness, not passion, not adoration…
There's no such thing as happy ever after…
Love is pain, and true love is fiction, fantasy.
But if that's true, what is this feeling?
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Wednesday…" Aiieee, May, I'm so scared!" Dawn squealed childishly. It was a high-pitched, cutesy sound, but it didn't shake my thoughts at all.
" I'm more nervous about the outfit I'm wearing right now." I muttered.
We were standing outside of the main office, where… I winced mentally… Drew was. Or should I say, Mr. Rosalind? Was he kind? Were all the rules lies about his personality? I had no clue. My heart was pounding, and I chuckled a little when I realized that for once, I was more worried about my new boss than the actual job. A small, short and skinny woman with orange hair and petite, framed glasses stepped out.
" Mr. Rosalind will see you now."
My heart leapt.
Thump
Dawn and I took unsure steps into the office.
ThumpThere was a green haired man sitting behind the desk. Next to him stood Paul. Paul smiled a bit, nodding to Dawn, and then returned to his normally stoic face. I didn't pay much attention to that. I was staring at Drew Rosalind.
Thump
He had beautiful, no, mesmerizing emerald eyes. It took all of my will to break away from the depth, the… sadness?
Thump Thump
" Hello, Mr. Rosalind," Dawn said. I could see that she was trying to note all of the ridiculous rules in her head as she spoke.
" Hello, Ms. Hikari. I assume that is your name, is it not?" His gaze penetrated hers. She flinched infinitesimally.
" That would be me. Thank you, sir."
Thump Thump Thump
I wiped my palms on my outfit, not even paying attention to the lace and fabric. He turned to me.
" And you? Ms. Maple, correct?"
" Yeah…" I said absentmindedly. I was concentrating more on his beautiful, silky hair.
" Mark her down," Drew said, turning to Paul abruptly. The said man shot me an apologetic look before he looked down and quickly flipped through some paper, writing something.
" First mark, Miss Maple. First warning as well. You are to address Mr. Rosalind when you talk, using proper manners."
And in that instant, all my admiration, all my thoughts about Drew vanished.
That Jerk!
I grit my teeth before speaking.
" My apologies, Mr. Rosalind." I said. He nodded as if to say, whatever.
I nearly bit off my tongue.
" I see. You two will start now."
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" I HATE him!" I shouted the second we got out of the building. Dawn chuckled.
" I thought it was pretty good," Dawn said happily.
Of course she would, she was a DESIGNER for crying out loud. And Dawn absolutely loved art of all kind. She especially loved painting water and ice, mixing colors into beautiful displays. And her favorite animals happened to be penguins, so lots of her works focused on the Arctic.
" He is such a jerk!" I slammed the car door shut as I got in, and started it with so much force I almost tore the whole car apart. Dawn rolled her eyes.
" I liked it, anyways. I'm sorry you don't, but you have to find a way to survive. Even if your boss is a moron." She grinned. I wrinkled my nose, and started driving out of the parking lot. On our way out, Brendan ran through the doors, holding a small object. He stood there panting for just a second, and then started waving furiously until I drove over to where he was.
" Yes, Brendan?" I asked impatiently, rolling down the window. He was holding something. He shoved it towards me, grinning like a maniac. I looked down and rolled my eyes.
" A small box? Yeah, that's real nice Brendan."
" Wait 'till you see what's inside," He winked. He gave me the blue box and walked away. Dawn peeked over my shoulder. I waited until he was gone, glaring irritably at his retreating figure, and then hightailed it out of there. I didn't say anything until I reached my apartment. And then, cautiously, I took the box between my fingers. Dawn looked at me anxiously with big, wide eyes.
" I'll bet it's a ring," She giggled.
" Shut up," I muttered, but blushed slightly anyway. Pinching the top, I slowly opened it.
What was inside took my breath away.
A beautiful pearl, carved until resembled a rose, encased with golden leaves and a small, delicate sapphire set in the middle. It glistened, throwing rainbows. On each leaf, a small diamond adorned the center. The rose hung on a thin, golden chain. I gaped at it like an idiot, fumbling for words.
Dawn was the first one to speak.
" It's so pretty," She said in wonder. I nodded, still entranced by the beauty. Dawn rolled her eyes and took it from my hands, and fastened it onto my neck. I just sat there in the car for a few moments until I finally blinked and said slowly, " Wow…"
" I know, right?" She grinned. I just nodded, speechless.
My heart was pounding, sprinting happily, and I was unable to ignore the furious heat covering my face. I promised I would never fall in love again, I reminded myself. My heart calmed down, but my mind didn't. Thoughts raced, some repeating more than once.
But I didn't want that.
Love was the last thing I wanted.
I walked into the apartment, waving to Dawn as she left. I stood there like an idiot before I finally found the control to sit down. After a few minutes, I was still there. The phone rang, and I jumped, startled by the break in the silence. I picked it up cautiously.
" Hello?"
"
Oh, May!" A voice gushed over the phone. " I haven't talked to
you in ages! I was worried! How are you?" I was unable to resist
smiling.
" Hey, Mom. I'm doing fine. How was your vacation?"
" It was great! I can't believe you didn't want to come! We missed you a lot, too, you know." She sighed. " Max was whining all the way home. He's getting older, he should be more mature by now!"
" That sounds nice," I sighed. So much better than what I had to deal with right now.
There was a pause.
" May, sweetie? Are you okay?" I flinched.
" Yeah, everything's great," I lied. She laughed, a ringing bell sound.
" You never could lie well, honey. But that's okay. If you need your privacy, I'll leave you to it. I just wanted to say hi. Well, I'll talk to you later! Love you, May."
" Love you, too," I muttered. I hung up and went back to moping.
Was this ever going to end?
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I awoke in the
morning, groggy and… LATE FOR WORK!!
" OH, CRAP!" I
scrambled off the couch. Somewhere in all my thoughts, I must have
fallen asleep. Not all together unpleasant, as I hadn't had a
dream. But LATE! I was going to get fired! This was a new record,
fired on my second day. I jumped into the car and drove out of the
place like a maniac. I flipped open my phone and screamed,
" DAWN!"
" Whaaa?" She asked, confused.
" You have a ride to work, right?" I asked. She giggled.
" Silly May, I'm already there. You're just late. Now hurry up." She hung up abruptly, probably trying to avoid being fired.
I wasn't having that kind of luxury.
Scrambling out of the car, I burst into the building and sprinted across all the flights of stairs in record time. Panting, I burst into Drew's office unthinkingly.
" I'm here, Drew! Here…" I leaned against the wall, exhausted. He looked up.
His expression was terrifying.
" Miss Maple, not only do you come to work late and inappropriately dressed, you barge into my office without thinking and address me as such?" His words came out calmly, which only made them even more threatening. His eyes were sharp, cold as ice despite the warm color they held, and glared at me menacingly.
I froze.
I glanced around. Paul was frowning at his clipboard, writing something. Drew… I mean, Mr. Rosalind, was still glaring at me with a ferocity that would make a lion jealous.
" I'm sorry, Mr. Rosalind," I muttered, not even bothering to try and be hostile. He frowned for a moment, staring at his desk. Then, his back straightened.
" I expect it won't happen again?" His tone surprised me. The ice in his eyes melted into mesmerizing pools. Soft, and his voice was velvet. I nodded, gratefully. Paul looked up with surprise, it was evident in his eyes, but he said nothing.
" Then I expect you to be on time tomorrow. Now leave." Mr. Rosalind became engrossed in the papers on his desk. Inwardly sighing with relief, I walked out of the office.
Maybe he wasn't so bad, after all.
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If you're worried, don't be! I'm sorry if the hoenshipping is making you edgy. I promise Drew will come around… sooner or later… hehe…
