Chapter 9 ~ CON AFFETTO
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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.
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Class 105 was filled with the clamor of students and the boisterous sounds of the average high school class. For a shorter reference, it was filled with the sound of freedom from teenagers.
"Don't forget to do your homework!" Mr. Stuart called out to his departing students.
May heard it faintly as she read April's text message.
From: ~summer's child~
Dear May,
TGIF! Hey, let's all head out for pizza k? Tell Drew to come.
Your friend,
May replied with a quick k and then she focused her attention on the teen who sat beside her.
"Hey Drew, April wants to head out for some pizza," she stated cheerfully.
"Sure."
May was overjoyed; she hadn't had the chance to see what kind of fast food joints they had in LaRousse.
"Hurry up Drew!" called out May impatiently from the door. Drew shook his head in amusement and casually slung his bag over his shoulder, walking at a pace which was slower than necessary. May tapped her foot impatiently and Drew smirked as he flipped his hair. May glared at him and Drew's smirk grew.
The image flickered and it refocused on the four teens standing outside a quaint looking Pizza Place.
They went inside and ordered a large pepperoni pizza with 4 cans of Sprite and a platter of fries.
May and Drew were having a glaring contest when April returned with a small container of gravy. Hey amethyst orbs slowly flickered from Drew to May and vice versa. She shook her head and opened her Sprite.
"Ketchup" "Mayonnaise" the two musicians announced simultaneously.
April shook her head as she got a french fry and dipped it into the gravy, taking a bite right after.
"I say ketchup," complained May.
"Mayonnaise is better."
Jun grabbed a slice of pizza and he took a bite. He watched April stare at her slice for a moment before nibbling it.
"Condiments, they're arguing over condiments…" muttered April under her breath, not knowing whether to laugh or reprimand them.
"This argument is stupid," she muttered to herself as she watched May and Drew go on and on about what to add to the fries.
"They're acting like an old couple don't you think?" though Jun out loud. April giggled. May, having heard the comment, reacted quickly.
"We are not."
"Are too." retorted April in between coughs.
"What was that?" asked Drew.
"Nothing…"
April mentally fell over laughing at the current situation.
'-sigh- It's no laughing matter now…' she thought as she recalled the earlier incident.
"I mean seriously, ketchup is way better! Plus, it's good for you! It's not oil based like mayonnaise is!" complained May.
"May, it's almost seven, I'll miss my show!" complained April, staring at the clock on the living room wall.
May who seemingly hadn't heard, continued on her rant of condiments and all that trivial detail April wouldn't care about. As May was ranting, April walked up the stairs, the phone in hand. She yanked Drew's bedroom door open and tossed the phone to him.
"You talk to her, apologize if you must," ordered April.
"What? But she's your best friend," protested Drew.
"Yeah, but you were the reason of her long condiment rant so you talk to her," countered April, and with that, she skipped to her room.
Drew sighed as he pressed the phone close to his ear.
"…I mean it has lycopene and…"
"May, its Drew."
"Drew? I was supposed to be talking to April! How'd you get the phone?"
"She is my sister so technically, we live in the same house. As for how I got the phone, I honestly have no idea."
Drew heard May huff angrily.
"You actually took that argument earlier seriously?" he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in amusement. He was replied by silence.
"Look, May, there's more to life the arguing about condiments."
May chose to stay silent. Drew sighed and ran a hand through his hair.
"I'll make it up to you alright. Tomorrow, I'll give you a tour of LaRousse okay?" he suggested.
May's cheeks burned lightly.
"You mean like a date?" she asked.
Drew blushed.
"No, nothing of the sort, it's a friendly outing."
"Oh, okay then…"
"Right, I'll come by at nine."
"Uh…sure?"
"Okay, night."
"Night…"
And just like that, the line went dead. May fell back on her bed.
"Did Drew actually ask me to go out with him?" she asked herself.
Drew stared at the phone in his hand in shock.
"Did I just ask her out?"
Both musicians were overcome by a light wave of nausea as the realization sank in…But oddly enough, there was a tingling sensation in their chests…
'What could it be?' they wondered.
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Well then, there's chapter nine, chapter ten will be all about their "friendly outing" so stay tuned!
Meaning behind the chapter title:
Con Affetto - with emotion
~That is, this chapter is the beginning of the unraveling of their emotions.