There was a loud bang as Luka and I slammed the door shut. Outside we could hear her scream "FUCK YOUUUU!" as the now damaged BMW sports car sailed away, making loud coughing noises. "D'you think she'll come back with the police?" I wondered aloud. "Miku," One of my best friends and sister sniggered. "The only time you mention her and the police in the same sentence is 'She's getting arrested for being slobbering drunk and assaulting someone by the police.'" I laughed.
It was mid-December, and Christmas was less than ten days away. School had been going well, and classes were so much more interesting. I loved all my classes equally, but my favorite had to be my 8th period Latin class, taught by none other than Arthur Kirkland. Which pissed Sabrina off.
A lot.
She constantly threatened me, which scared me at first, but then it was more like an annoying child than real danger. However, Sabrina and whoever she had seduced the night before would pleasure cruise before arriving at my subway stop, where they proceeded to chase me down the block. This became a daily occurrence, till I begged Arthur to let me and Luka go early so we could go "get some medicine for Akita, who hasn't been feeling well." True to our word, we did pick up her prescription, but we arrived at the stop early. The hook-up couple's lame BMW was turned off as they made out. We pried the gas tank open and threw table salt and some mexican jumping beans in before dashing down the street. Needless to say, the driver took notice and turned on the car which promptly backfired and made a banging noise. Luka and I scrambled through the snowy lawn to our big three floor house dorm managed by Elizaveta and Roderich (Austria) as the ill-fated BMW veered past. Unfortunately, Sabrina was still alive and kicking the next day, and had a Hummer.
Inside was a different story.
"Ooooo," Elizaveta scolded us, particularly me. "One of these days she'll get you for real, and then you'll be sorry." "Yes, but I bet she won't." I scowled as I reached for the jar with pretzel sticks in it. "Well neither will you." A smirk was on her lips, as she entered.
"Hello Akita." I sighed exasperatedly, "Here's your prescription." I threw the bag at her face. "Super awesome! Thanks chickie!" Akita grinned at our slight chuckles, when the phone rang. Akita picked up.
"Hello, Vocaloid A Dorm, how may we help you?" She listened for a few second before her face split into a evil grin and spoke in a sickly sweet tone. "No, England-sensei, Miku isn't here, either she's taking a shower or she's getting mowed down by a Hummer." Akita's gold eyes glinted deviously as I cringed, but she had obviously made him crack up, as we could all hear it from a few feet away. "You betcha. Bye, England-sensei." She hung up and grinned evilly.
"Well?" I munched my pretzel rod expectantly. "I could say that Artie-kins wants to see you quickly, but I'm not going to say anything at all!" she laughed out loud, as Luka chuckled and Elizaveta rolled her eyes. "Akita, that isn't fair! I'm hypothetically getting mowed by a Hummer, the very lest you could do is tell me before I 'die'." I pleaded. She wouldn't budge.
"Akita..." Elizaveta growled. The Hungarian tugged on her ear. "I could tell everyone about your relationship with Gilbert." She looked horrified. "No-No one's supposed to know about that! How did you-" She was really embarrassed. What made it all the more funny was that it was ridiculously obvious anyway, so it's not like she could've done anything about it anyway. After a few more minutes of blackmail, The golden teen gave in. "He wants to meet you in the Pines square in fifteen minutes." A few minutes passed and I was out the door, handbag in tow, wary of any stray Hummers or backfiring-BMW's. The monorail ride was relatively short but gave me enough time to ponder.
The Pines was where the disgustingly rich kids and all the teachers quarters were. All the kids got the big houses, while the teachers stayed in these nice flat complexes. And they were really nice. The Pines were all connected by one big square shaded by, well, pine and evergreen trees. I took a deep breath of the fresh smell as I entered the square. Arthur was waiting for me. "England-sensei!" I called. I hesitated at giving him a hug.
"Come now, Miku, we've known each other for a long time. Call me Arthur!" He held his arms out and I did give him a hug. "This rendezvous has to be fast because Sabrina is on the verge of a mental breakdown on which Louis Vuitton case to pack her "duggie-wuggie's clothes' in." I laughed as he relived it mentally, every detail playing out on his face. "Well then, spit it out! Where is she going, why am I here, Arthur-kun?" I realized that this was the first time I had called him 'Arthur-kun" in years.
"OK, making this quick, My 'girlfriend' leaves on a two-month vacation tomorrow at 3. I was wondering if you'd like to come to this little tavern that everyone on campus raves about." I was slightly shocked before nodding absently. "Wait, Arthur, um, does it have, er, British chefs or..." I said deadpan. "Actually, the chef/owners are German. AND MY FOOD ISN'T BAD." I laughed at his small outburst, and kissed him on the cheek. "It's a date!" I grinned as I went away from a slightly happier Brit, thinking that if Sabrina had seen, that would have made it all the sweeter.
A/N: So I hope you enjoyed chapter 6! I'm really proud of this fic, I'm hoping I don't screw it up. Cause that would be baddddd. TT_TT
Truth be told, I have no idea what Mexican Jumping Beans or Table Salt can do to a BMW's exhaust system (OR THE ENGINE), I just thought it would be a fun prank to throw in.
Please R&R (and if you do review please put in constructive criticism of the story, not on usage of paragraphs, plz.)