Yoko: La. lei. HO~! // ~
Kira; 0-o WTF?
Yoko: *giggles*
Kira: *sweat drop*
Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! (not even this computer, unfortunately XD)
"hello, Enrique, my name is Sarah, and I believe I have something you may be looking for"
The blond looked up, confusion in his eyes as he looked up at the still smirking red head. Keeping eye contact for another second, Enrique tipped his head to the side naively before turning back around and taking a sip of his coffee.
Sarah just anime fell.
Turning around so that her back was towards him, Sarah bit her thumb nail nervously. This was not how it was supposed to go.
Giving one last look to the blond boy, Sarah ran off, smiling evilly as plans to win the blond over formulated in her mind.
By a coincidence of fate, Oliver had also been at said cafe at the time, and growled low in his throat when he saw a girl in a snow white blouse with some of the buttons open to give a tantalizing view of her breasts and a tight leather miniskirt walk up to a certain crush of his.
How dare that bitch go near HIS Enrique!
Oliver blushed . He could be the protective type, especially of those he cared about, but he was never the type to let it become violent, which was exactly the opposite of the feeling of want he had to tear the red haired girls pretty head from those shoulders at that moment.
Thankfully, Enrique ignored her completely, which Oliver knew from years of friendship to be one of his ways of saying 'no interest'. Oliver was glad that the blond boy hadn't been enticed by her ridiculously large boobs which she seemed to be more than happy to show off.
When the girl finally left, Oliver took in a deep breath of air. Here was his moment, after all these years, he was supposedly seeing his best friend for the first time in over 5 years.
He just hoped he could act well enough to pull it off.
Finally gathering all his courage, Oliver stood up straight and tall, his chair falling backwards with a loud crash. The entire restaurant turned to look at the now blushing boy, allowing Enrique to escape through the crowd.
Laying a bill on the table, Oliver hurriedly ran after him, but lost him in the mid-day crowd, which was filled with couples out on weekend dates.
Oliver's heart beat painfully in his chest, and he dejectedly began to slowly walk back to the hotel where he was staying in, his head and shoulders drooped forward and his arms hanging limply at his side.
Watching out of the corner of his eye, Enrique waited until the girl was out of sight before standing up and making his way in the opposite direction.
Suddenly, there was a large crash, and a large crowd began to gather, blocking Enrique's path.
The blonde swore to himself at the obstacle, but he had to admit he was curious.
'its probably just some lover's quarrel' he reassured himself, giving himself the momentum to keep walking.
It took a second, but then his brain focused on the word "couple" and a image of the beautiful girl entered his mind. She was smiling, her eyes closed and her cheeks lightly blushed, but then she seemed to notice him and opened her eyes.
Enrique gasped. The girl looked so happy, but her eyes said otherwise, large purple jewels filled with an unknown sadness and unshed tears.
Shaking his head, Enrique willed the image to disappear, and he sprinted the rest of the way, not slowing down until the roof of his abnormally large house came into view. As he got closer, he slowly slowed his pace down until he was walking at a fairly slow pace.
When he finally got to the large, wooden, double doors, he let himself right in, no matter how many times his mother had told him to wait for a maid to come and do it.
Letting go of a brass handle, the door automatically slid shut, a large "BOOM' echoing through the house when it closed. Taking a few steps back until he felt supported, Enrique sat down, his head between his knees, large sobs emitting from his throat as even larger tears rolled down his face, warming his face.
The sounds of the depressed boy only seemed to echo through the house, contrasting greatly to the bright sunshine pouring through the open window, a light breeze pulling back snow white curtains.
His sadness was heard only to deaf ears, only further saddening him.
Suddenly, he had a sudden inspiration.
Rushing upstairs, Enrique rushed to his mothers door, knocking loudly.
"Enrique, dear, what is it?" his mother asked calmly, although her eyes showed otherwise.
"Mother, can I please have a copy of the guest list?"
Yoko: cliffy~ *giggles maniacally*
Kira: that's it, no more coffee for you… *sweat drop*
Yoko: KIIIIRAAA~! *cries dramatically*
Kira: 0-o
Sarah: please review! ^w^
Yoko: DIIIIEEEE~! *stabs Sarah*
Kira: Shit! Yoko, down! You can't kill Sarah. Not yet anyway… *grins*
Sarah: what was that? *shock marks*
Kira: Nothing~! *crescent eyes*
Yoko: that's just plain creepy…. *sweat*