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Bluebird Rain
I tried a new style for this one: Instead of third person, this will be first person. Please tell me if you enjoy it because I might be doing the rest of the chapters like that, seeing as how I feel this created more detail compared to the original version of this chapter...
~Never~Giving~In~
I walked to the beat, ignoring everyone in the hallways as I did so. They never said anything nice, so screw them. Right? As the next song came on, Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day, I turned up the volume allowing it to blare in my ears. I walked in to sociology- I'm usually the first one there- and took my seat in the second to last row. I sighed as I pulled my notebook out and flipped to the third section. Sprawled across the page was a drawing I've been working on for about two weeks. Placing one arm around the book and my head above, I hid my work from any prying eyes...Not that anyone cared, but that's beside the point. I began to add details to the mediocre drawing. Admittedly it was one of my poorer quality works. Feli had all the art skill, I was just decent at sketching and charcoal while my brother focused more on paints.
A weak force hit the back of my head, something I recognized as a paper ball, and I turned to flip off the ass that threw it. Afterwards, I pulled out my left earbud and listened to the teacher, turning down the music a bit. It's funny, I always have one earbud in, but no teacher ever realizes it. Morons.
"Alright class. Our deviants project is going to be a bit different this time around. Half the class will write down their phone numbers in black ink on a piece of paper- provided by me- and everyone will place it in the bucket which I will come by with. Then I'll mix them up, walk back down the rows and you will take a piece of paper. You will be expected to text the person each day without revealing who you are. This is to see how everyone interacts without their peers, understand? Alright, the paper will be passed back now."
Great. The deviants project. I grudgingly took out my pen, mildly peeved. There was no point to it. Yes, it's to see how people react without social interference, but no one ever wanted to hang out with me (Matt sometimes, but let's face it. He does it out of boredom), let alone talk with me,
I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked behind myself. It wasn't the one behind me, but diagonal and looking at the obnoxious smile, I rolled my eyes. "The hell do you want," I asked in distaste.
"Did he say which half had to write their numbers," the Dane asked in his not-so-quiet voice, but still cautiously. I couldn't figure out why though.
I thought for a moment and came to the conclusion that I'd never heard him state the division. With the thought in mind, I rose my hand. "Yes Lovino?" I felt all eyes on me and I immediately became self-conscious. Swallowing thickly, I controlled my voice before I could ask the question.
"Uh...H-How is the class divided?"
Mr. Dimare looked a tad embarrassed as he thought. "Oh, uh, did I forget to mention that?" He was a newer teacher, so he was pretty much nervous about getting up in front of us and messing up. "Well, how about this half will write their numbers," he motioned to my side of the room, "and this side will pick at random," motioning to the other side. "And please, pick a nation to write on your paper so your partner has some way to address you," he finished. We did as we were told and he came around to collect our papers. They were then distributed amongst the class. "Please wait 'til after class to text." With that, he began todays lecture. I took out a sheet to write notes on, drawing as he spoke.
~Never~Giving~In~
"Great job last night, everyone. The rest of the day, along with tomorrow, will be a free period," our director instructed. I stood up, making light conversation with the girl I share a stand with- Elise. It always surprised me how easy it was to talk with her when it was so hard to talk to everyone else. With a "See ya," I walked out with my cello and made my way to the practice room. Once in I closed the door and began experimenting with rhythm patterns and note progressions. I made a mental note for something I enjoyed before a knock startled me.
I whipped my head toward the door to find Matthew and Kiku standing there. Sighing, I waved them in and I placed my cello down properly on the ground before looking to them.
"Hey Lovi, mind if we join you?" Matt asked as he slowly entered.
I rose an eyebrow in amusement. "I waved you two in, did I not?" I questioned rhetorically. I then looked to Kiku. "Band out for the period?"
He nodded. "Hai. We had our concert the other day, and we do not have our next set list picked out yet." I nodded with understanding, considering we were in the same place. They both took seats from the corner and sat down, creating a triangle. Conversation broke out and somehow we got to what happened yesterday at lunch.
"It's still messed up- I don't understand why he gets off by picking on you," Matthew spoke agitated.
"Calm down, Matt. It doesn't even matter, I'm used to it anyway," I said offhandedly.
"I heard he got suspended for the rest of the week for the stunts he has been pulling," Kiku informed. This caused a chuckle to escaped me.
I looked down to my cello, contemplating what my head was coming up with. Clearing my throat, I looked back to Kiku. "Hey, are you hanging out with Feli or Ludwig tonight?"
He looked at me with shock and I began to regret my question. What if he said yes? Would my question still be okay to ask? I didn't want to take any of Feli's friends, I mean, what do you do when you share the same friend with your brother? "No, he hasn't said anything. Why?" Kiku responded...Okay, so maybe I could still ask this...Ah fuck it, what's the worst they could do? Say no. Oh...Right.
"Well, if you two are free I was thinking that all of us, and Arthur, could go...I don't know, bowling or something," I explained, my voice softening with my uncertainty. Both boys before me seemed surprised and I felt my heart jump into my throat. Goddamn it, I should've kept my mouth shut! I scolded myself internally. Ya know, I kinda hate these thoughts...
"I'm free," Matt spoke, returning my attention to the two in the room. "I'd be down for hanging out."
"Me too," Kiku agreed.
I looked at both of them momentarily, trying to find any hint they were lying until I decided they were telling the truth and I gave a smile. "Alright, I'll text Arthur," I declared, pulling out my phone. I turned on the wifi and signed in- you had to be signed in to get signal in the music wing. The moment it turned on, a ping sounded from my phone and I looked at the number curiously.
From: Unknown # 11:00 AM
Hello Romano! Hey, what country is Romano, anyway?
I rolled my eyes eyes.
To: Unknown # 11:01 AM
It's a name for Rome. Know where that is dumbass?
"Who's that?" Matthew asked, furrowing his eyebrows as he tried to get a look.
"I guess it's my partner for my deviants project..." I responded, unsure. "He's asking what country Romano is."
"It's a country..?"
"Well, yes and no. It's in Southern Italy, it's another name for-."
"Rome," Kiku guessed, and I agreed with a nod. Another ping sounded throughout the room.
From: Unknown # 11:02 AM
U don't have to be so mean~! :c It's Italy, yea?
I huffed in annoyance.
To: Unknown # 11:04 AM
I can be however I wanna be, prick. Now. What am I referring to u as?
I didn't receive a response, so I shrugged and closed out the texts, sending a text to Arthur instead. Afterwards I silenced my phone and shoved it back into my pocket.
"So, you are Romano, who is your partner?" Asked Kiku, and I responded with a shrug.
"Didn't respond. They'll tell me later...Or not, not like it really matters." Kiku shrugged and Matthew began our next conversation.
~Never~Giving~In~
"Have you texted your deviants partner yet?" I asked my blond friend Mathias. Currently I sat in graphics with Alfred on the isle seat, Mathias to my left, me and Tino to my right. I was trying to create a design to print on a shirt- I thought it would be awesome to do something for the BTT, so I was experimenting.
"No, haven't even thought of it," he responded, pulling out the piece of paper and looking at it. "His name's 'Romano'...What country's Romano?" He asked, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. I merely shrugged in response.
"Mine chose 'Russia'," I shared. It wasn't exactly helpful, but hey. Whatever!
Mathias looked at his paper for a moment before looking up at me with a smile spreading across his face. "Wanna make this project that much more interesting?"
I didn't exactly know what he had in mind, so I replied, "How?" The Dane extended the paper out to me and snatched the one in my hand. I could only smile as I accepted his idea and took his paper, pulling out my phone and entering the number. I began texting immediately and five minutes later, my phone was confiscated.
The moment I got my phone back, I looked at the last text Romano had sent.
From: Romano 11:04 AM
I can be however I wanna be, prick. Now. What am I referring to u as?
I thought for a minute as I came up with my response.
To: Romano 11:23 AM
You can call me Spain.
In art I multitasked between socializing and texting with my partner.
From: Romano 11:24 AM
Alright, fair enough.
To: Romano 11:24 AM
What class r u in?
From: Romano 11:25 AM
Child care occupation, but I've already finished my work. U?
To: Romano 11:25 AM
I see. I'm in ceramics rite now.
From: Romano 11:25 AM
Do u actually like art or are u in it for an easy A?
I laughed quietly.
To: Romano 11:26 AM
I do enjoy art, though I dont plan on it as a career.
From: Romano 11:26 AM
O yeah? What do u wanna do?
I thought for a moment, realizing I don't have much of an idea.
To: Romano 11:28 AM
I dont exactly know...What about u? Any idea?
From: Romano 11:29 AM
Idk...I imagine myself working with kids. Only th
I looked at the message, confused. It just ended there- a mistype? Did they not finish their thought?
To: Romano 11:29 AM
'Only th'?
From: Romano 11:30 AM
I have work to do
To: Romano 11:30 AM
O, ok! I'll text u later then!
And no response was given back.
"Hey, Toni, who are you getting into it with?" Francis asked, trying to sneak a peek at Toni's phone.
"My partner for the deviants project in sociology," I informed, placing my phone on the desk and continuing with my project. I looked at Feli's work and tried to make out what it was. Unfortunately, due to the fact it wasn't completely outlined yet, it was too hard to tell. He was drawing it out first so he could have a guideline. "So, Feli, what's it supposed to be, anyway?" The Italian shook his head.
"I'm not saying...I don't even think I'll finish it. It's going to have to be a side project- it's too detailed to make with the time grams given," he explained, looking at the drawing sadly and erasing the lines and beginning to think. "Maybe I should have Fratello draw it...That way it's what he wants, and he won't know the surprise," he concluded.
"Uh...Why does he have to draw it? Doesn't that ruin the mystery?" Gilbert asked. I had to admit, I was siding with the albino on this one.
Feliciano responded with a shrug. "I'm just not as good at drawing as my brother is. Besides, he won't ever figure out the purpose of the drawing anyway."
Roderich looked to Feli confused. "Wait...Your brother is better at drawing than you?" I could understand the Austrian's surprise. Feli was amazing at art and Lovino, to our knowledge, didn't even focus on the subject. Despite our thoughts, the Italian nodded.
"Oh, Sí! He's great at drawing! I was always working on paintings so I never really acquired a strong set of skills for shading and sketching, but that's all Fratello does. He even hates colouring because he feels it ruins a sketches beauty." We all just remained silent as we took in the new information provided. Well, this was interesting.
Finally lunch rolled around and I began texting Romano again.
To: Romano 11:59 AM
Hey! What class are u in?
I sat with my friends at our table and began eating, waiting for the pin to go off. It didn't for a while, so I assumed they were in class. Francis looked at Arthur curiously as the Brit walked to the other side of the cafeteria. "What's he doing?" I asked, watching with Francis.
"No clue," came the response.
Arthur sat at a table and waited for a moment until another figure walked up to him. Arthur smiled and greeted the other, who took a seat and began talking. I realized who it was: Arthur was speaking to Lovino. "Francis, text Arthur to invite Lovino to sit with us," I told him. He looked at me confused but did as I asked. In no time at all, Arthur was checking his phone and looking back to our table. He could be seen talking to Lovino, who also looked back at us. The Italian got annoyed but...In the end decided to join us! Yes!
When they made it back, Arthur moved over a seat for Lovino to sit between him and Matthew. Said Canadian smiled. "Hey, Lovi," he greeted.
The brunette smiled back. "Ciao, Matt." He then proceeded to eat a brown-bagged meal. When opened, it contained a sandwich that looked to have been prepared at a restaurant, green grapes, carrots, cheese and a lone tomato.
"Well that looks..." Gilbert began, staring at Lovino's lunch.
"Nutritious," Francis ended, elbowing Gilbert in the arm causing the German to give a soft "Ow.." and left him rubbing his arm. Lovino never looked up, only mumbled something under his breath and kept his gaze down as he ate. Pointless conversations popped up and I just continuously looked at my phone, waiting for my response. I would notice Lovino glancing up at me whenever I took out my phone, but I didn't pay much attention to that.
"So, you guys are coming over to my place, right?" Gilbert questioned, taking a large bite of his apple. He never ate too much at lunch- just a simple apple and cheese accompanied with water. Although, none of us ever questioned it...
"Depends, are you gonna kick us out before six?" I joked. Francis laughed in response and Gilbert mildly scowled for a minute.
"If you wanna meet somewhere else, just say so," he commented, setting his half-eaten apple on the table.
"Oh, don't get all touchy!" Francis chided. "It was only a joke."
This earned a red-eyed eye roll. "I know that," he stated, looking at the clock. "Just let me know, cause if y'all are comin over I have some stuff to get done."
"...Like?"
"Chores?" He asked as though it was the most obvious thing.
"Well, we could just meet up at Roderich's," I provided. The others nodded in agreement.
I then turned my attention to the other side of the table. The Italian was listening intently to Arthur and Matt go back and forth. He would add his two cents in every now and then, but for the most part remained silent.
"So are we going from here to the bowling ally or did any of you need to go home first?" Arthur questioned. I listened, interest peaked.
"I have to go home and get money," Matthew responded.
Lovino furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't know. My N-Grandpa and Feli hasn't responded yet. I think I'll have to go home, though." He looked to Arthur. "You can come over if you want, if you don't have to go home." He seemed a little awkward with the invite, like he was uncomfortable, but the Brit responded.
"Sure, I'll meet you in the commons." Lovi seemed to relax a bit at that, and I was confused for the most part but let it go. The bell rang and we all disperse, carrying out the rest of our day.
~Never~Giving~In~
I waited in the commons for Arthur to join me and I looked at my phone, rolling my eyes at Spain's last text.
To: Spain 2:47 PM
I was in lunch.
I opened another text.
From: Nonno 1:57 PM
I'll be working rather late tonight. Probably be home about 8.
I sent an 'Okay' continued through my texts.
From: Fratellino 2:21 PM
Ludwig is coming over today along with Alfred and Felix!
"Sorry to keep you waiting," spoke a British accent. I looked up quickly, registering who was in front of me. I slipped my phone into my pocket.
"No problem at all," I assured as I led us out of the school. A ping sounded from my pocket and I glanced, finding it was Spain and ignoring it. I looked back to Arthur. "So, uh, I have to make some food when we get to my house, so it'll be maybe half an hour before I can head out to the bowling alley," I informed. Feli wouldn't be home until 4:30, but his friends would stay 'til 7:30-8:30, and normally on these occasions I make dinner for Feli and his friends, putting some away for Nonno.
"Well, I'm okay with that. I'll text the others," he agreed, pulling out his phone.
"They can also come over, if they want. Since it'll be a while. We can just walk to the alley," I proposed. He nodded and sent out the texts.
"How's your deviants project coming along?" He asked once everything was sent out. I rolled my eyes at the thought.
"His 'name' is Spain and we've only really spoke about classes, really. I don't want to give out too much information and have them know it's me, you know?"
A nod. "Well, you could start off with just basic questions if you're wanting to take this seriously. Like, favorite color, food, animal. Stuff like that to start out," he suggested. I mulled over the idea. I'd feel like an idiot asking such stupid questions, but it's not like Spain knew me, right?
"Not a bad idea." When we got to my house, I walked straight to the kitchen and began getting out ingredients. Arthur followed me in, looking around. It took me a moment to remember he'd never been to my house. I smirked at the idea. "Want something to drink or eat?" I offered, turning on the oven to preheat. "We've got water, juice, milk, some soda, tea, coffee, anything?"
"Uh..What kind of tea do you have?" He asked, uncertain.
"Mmm...Chai, English and Irish breakfast, Earl and Lady Grey, chamomile, Darjeeling, and peppermint," I listed, opening our cupboard that kept the tea. I then moved to the cabinets and pulled out a pot, filling it with water and placing it on the stove to heat.
Arthur walked up to the cupboard and took out the Earl Grey and chamomile. "Which one would you suggest?" He asked in curiosity.
I simply shrugged. "I don't know, I'd probably pick Earl Grey," I commented offhandedly. I drank chamomile at night, so it was a true statement. He simply shrugged and took a teabag from the Earl Grey packaging, placing the box back in its rightful place. I began the kettle and continued working, shucking some corn and washing them off, placing them in the pot. "You can rummage through the cabinets or fridge if you're hungry," I offered, moving to the fridge and pulling out the thawed chicken.
"I'm fine, did you need some help?" I looked back at him and thought. I've been told by Kiku and Matthew that Arthur wasn't the best cook, so I was a bit reluctant.
"It's fine, you don't have to help," I assured, looking at the counter where the corn lay. "...But if you do, it would be a great help if you could shuck the corn?" I threw out as a last thought as I opened the bag of chicken and began cutting off the fat. Unfortunately, there wouldn't be enough food if my friends were to stay here and eat..Wait, 'my friends'? When did that come about... Forget it, not important. Arthur began to help with the grain as I worked.
A bit later, he got a text. "Uh, Lovino? Is it alright if Emil joined us?" He asked. I racked my brain, trying to figure out who that was. When I didn't respond, he continued, "He's the one always hanging around with Mathias- Lukas's brother. You know, they share a table with us." When I realized who it was, I nodded.
"Yeah, that's fine. The more the merrier, right?" I spoke with a small smile. Great, how was I supposed to interact with him? I didn't even know if he liked me. We're gonna go and then the kid will talk to me and end up hating me and there will be one more person against me. Internally I groaned in frustration. Quit worrying! Why must I jump to conclusions? It'll be fine, we'll go bowling and have a fun time...Maybe I shouldn't try to be social, this is just causing too much stress.
I heard my phone ping from the table and I looked to Arthur. "Can you look at that, per favor? I don't really want to touch anything," I explained as I lifted my hands to show the fact that my hands were covered in chicken goo. He moved to the table and looked at it.
"It's Kiku, he says his dad told him he can only come if he brings brother with."
"Which one?"
"Uh...Leon?"
I bit my lip before responding with an affirmative. So now we had a party of 6. The bell rang and Arthur ran to get it as I continued cutting. Why did I even think to put this together? In reality, I'm not social. The German bastard wasn't wrong in saying that I was antisocial, because it worried me to go out with people. How am I supposed to interact with others? Will I say the wrong thing? If I do, will I lose the only friends I have at this school? If I did, then my entire social life would be nonexistent, and I don't think I could handle that...
"Hey Lovi!" Matthew greeted, accompanied by Emil who simply waved.
"Hey!" I responded, forcing myself to leave my thoughts and smile. "Sorry about not being ready, I just-..."
"It's completely fine, I understand," he assured, taking off his jacket and placing it on the chair. "Need any help?"
"Uh, there's some squash and zucchini in that basket, could you maybe cut it up?"
"Of course!" He washed his hands before taking said ingredients and a knife, cutting them into circles. The tea pot began to whistle, startling me slightly. I took a pan and began placing the chicken into it. I saw out of the corner of my eye Emil taking the corn and shucking as Arthur began taking out glasses for tea, after being told where by Matthew.
"Who wants tea?" He questioned.
"I will, please," Emil responded quietly.
"Seconded," Matthew spoke.
"You know Kiku will, and might as well get a glass for Leon," I commented.
"And yourself?" He shot back. I smirked.
"Yes, I'll take one, grazie." He took out the cups needed and inquired what tea everyone wanted before fixing them all a glass- save for Kiku and Leon who hadn't shown up yet. I took Darjeeling, Emil took a chamomile and Matt had a chai. I placed the chicken in the oven and started to make the barbecue sauce for it. Matt had begun seasoning the vegetables in a tin foil wrapping, placing it in the oven on the shelf above the chicken. Emil had shucked the corn with Arthur rinsing it before placing it in the pot.
Kiku and Leon arrived soon thereafter and I opened the door for them. When they entered the kitchen, they were offered their choice of tea to which Leon replied peppermint and Kiku Darjeeling. I finished with adding the barbecue sauce onto the chicken and once it was all done, I turned off the oven, leaving it all in there to keep it warm.
Leon looked up at me. "That doesn't look like enough food to serve all of us and your family," he commented. I shuffled slightly, barely noticeable, as I thought about how to explain. I thought I'd sent an explanation to Kiku and Matt. I mean, yes I felt like shit having them help prepare a meal that we weren't even supposed to eat, and how the hell am I supposed to kick them out so we can leave without an explanation? I bit the inside of my cheek as I felt my heart began to thump due to embarrassment.
"We are going out to eat, after the bowling alley. His grandfather told him to make food for his brother, right?" Kiku explained. I nodded, which caused a nod from Leon as he understood.
"And now that it's done, we can leave," I concluded, heading to the living room. "I just have to grab my wallet." And with that, I ran up the stairs and to my room. I grabbed the much needed item and ran back downstairs, finally leaving with my group.
I have to say, it was weird hanging out with them considering I rarely hung out with Matt or Kiku outside of my house, and I've never hung out with Arthur, Leon or Emil. Despite my fears and worries...It was fun. Yes I wasn't sure how to interact with them with the idea I'd never held an extended conversation with them. But we hit it off rather well. Leon was just as "feisty" as I was, and Emil and I were able to bond with the idea of art- photography to be exact. I wasn't good at it, but he certainly was. He had a natural knack for it. I didn't expect the night to turn out how it did, but I'm glad it did. We had fun. A friendly competition against each other to see who could outdo the others in bowling and a simple dinner at a local restaurant.
"Don't even pretend, Leon. You failed horribly and you know it!" Matt commented, earning laughs from the groups.
"Hey, it's not my fault everyone distracted me," he defended.
"You literally bowled right into the gutter," Emil pointed out.
He shrugged. "Not my problem."
"Hold on, hold on. Can we just take a moment to appreciate the table's reaction to Arthur's and Lovino's act?" Kiku butted in, with a smile plastered on his face.
I threw my head back as I laughed, just thinking of the guy's face. When we were done eating, we made our way to Walmart to fuck around. I had decided to mess around with Arthur and play "pirate" with him. I scared some kids with the fact he "cut off my hand" and I began screaming in agony, hiding my hand in my shirt. Later I talked Leon into placing a Dora on the ground. When a guy attempted to pick it up, Leon and I jumped out and began yelling, "Swiper no swiping!" Scaring the guy shitless. We then all proceeded to grab bikes, skateboards or scooters and ride around the store, but not without playing catch with a huge bouncy ball. All of it was kidish, yes. But fun as hell.
"Too bad we got kicked out..." I commented, causing a round of snickers to erupt.
"We've gotta hang out tomorrow," Emil suggested.
"We could meet up at my place, figure out what to do from there?" Matthew offered. We all agreed and split up to go our different ways.
By the time I made it home, it was 8:44. "Nonno! I'm home!" I called through the house to let my presence be known.
"I knew you were out with friends, but I'd no clue you were gonna be this late!" He chided, walking out of the kitchen with a plate of the food we'd made earlier.
"Mi dispiace, it just kinda turned into a long night," I explained vaguely.
"Who all was it?" And after the question was asked, Feli came running down the stairs.
"Fratello! You're home! Everyone enjoyed your cooking, by the way. Well, they always do, so I guess it's no surprise!" I smiled at him and shook my head, patting his shoulder affectionately.
"Good to hear that," I responded, then looked to Grandpa. "Me, Matthew, Arthur, Kiku, Emil and Leon."
"Well, I'm gonna take it that you had a fun time, considering you seem to be in a good mood," he joked. I rolled my eyes as he laughed heartily. "Go on, you need to get your homework done."
"I have none, that's part of the reason I made plans tonight."
Feli looked at me excitedly. "Then we can practice?" I laughed and nodded as I was dragged upstairs.
"You're gonna pull my arm off Feli!" I joked, following him into the spare room where we kept our instruments. I sat in my chair and adjusted my cello to fit me well as Feli began tuning. I followed suit and soon enough we were ready to commence. "What did you want to do? Ravel: Sonata, Passacaglia-?"
Before I could even finish, Feli decided, "Passacaglia." I nodded and got ready for him to start- we were working on memorization for this one. I waited for his signal and with his dramatic bow lift, we began.
A six minute piece. Come four minutes, I began making mistakes. I tried to power through them, but the mistakes were too great to ignore. Why? I got off the tempo and in turn the measure. When it was apparent I couldn't get back on with him, I took my bow away from the strings and listened to Feli. He knew it down pact and I could only look down at my cello. It was only me. I didn't know the piece in its entirety, I was the one holding him back as far as this piece was concerned. When he finished, I smiled up at him and began our next piece.
We played for about fifteen minutes before I got up for a shower. After cleansing myself, I laid on my bed, hair damp and clothes baggy. I grabbed my Ipod and began playing songs on shuffle then took my phone and looked at it. I forgot that I hadn't read Spain's text and decided to open it. I rolled my eyes at the message.
From: Spain 2:53
Well, why didnt u respond then? :c
To: Spain 9:26
Not everything revolves around u, asshat. I make it a point to not be on my phone around friends.
From: Spain 9:28
Oh...I guess that makes sense.
So, whatcha wanna talk about? Unless u have to go to bed..
I scoffed at his words, but sighed when I thought to Arthur's words. It may be stupid to actually try with the assignment but two things made me fine with it: 1. They didn't know who I was. 2. Having one more friend couldn't hurt, right? With that, I sent my next text.
To: Spain 9:30
What's your favorite colour?
~Never~Giving~In~
LONG. ASS. CHAPTER. Okay, maybe not, but it's the longest I've made on this story. It says it's 15 pages, so YAY~! Personally, I enjoy the first person cause I was able to show Lovi's reactions/feelings in situations- but let me know what you think! If you hated it, if you liked it, if you think I should change or improve something- leave a review and let me know! :3
So...Someone wanna help me with homework? I need ideas. I have to write a quest for English and I'm limited to 5 pages and I can't think up any quests. So anyone wanna give me ideas?
~I will not give in. I will never give in. No matter what happens, I will fight.~