My word, can I just say how sorry I am? Dude, I've made you guys wait forever! Man, college has been really hard-core as of late so my updates have been lagging! Hate to say it but I think that's what things are gunna be like till mid-July onwards. I'm super swamped with college work and really, the only time I can write is at home… hopefully over summer I'll have this bad boy completed!
So to cheer you up I have a story…., just thought I'd let you in on an event that happened in my Geography exam… finished, happy with what I had done, five minutes left. Do what I usually do, look around at everyone else working, couldn't help but notice people had their resource booklet open looking at figure four. I thought to myself,
'What are you doing? We only had to use figure two, not four, idiots.'
…starting worrying myself so I decided to have another look through my exam booklet, you know… just in case. Anyway, looked through the booklet, about three minutes left; reached the fourth [10] mark question. At the top reads:
Use figure 4 to answer
Sat there, staring at my paper. I think now it's acceptable to use an abbreviation. FML. Like, dude… shit. Oh well, that's ten marks out the window. Seems my paper will be out of 60 not 70. The lesson learnt? Don't bloody panic and read the fucking question. (∏⌂∏)
So that's my story, May you read, please review and dear god, when in an exam may you read the question carefully.
"I can't, I seriously can't."
"Oh come on Allen! It's been like, three days. I'm sure they've forgotten about it-"
"Yeah Al', anyway, what would they do? Send us out?" He gasped in an incredibly sarcastic manner, "So scary"
"No-but-I mean... Argh, it was so embarrassing!"
"Well I'm not going in alone."
"Lena'! Ouch, I'm right here-"
"We can just go, yeah, let's just go-"
"-You're not getting out of it that easy lil'man"
"Oh it's a height thing now?""
"To the library!"
"No."
"Al', you're really hurting me man, let's just-"
Lenalee seemed to have given up on trying to persuade the whitette and was now watching the two boys, rubbing her temples like an overworked mother of two.
"-no one cares Lavi."
"Whoa, who stole your food-"
"-Least I'm not wearing a sock."
"It's not a sock! Jeez, get with it Allen, it's a beanie, a beanie. It's fashion."
"Oh, right, that's what they call it." Allen rolled his eyes as he listened to the red head explain his choice of headwear.
"It is!"
"Uh-huh. I'm sure."
"Alright, drop it. I woke up late, no. Oh, Hang on, Let me rephrase that. Kanda turned my alarm off and failed to wake me up-"
Allen bit the inside of his bottom lip, trying his hard not to laugh. He looked over to Lenalee and could see she herself was trying her hardest not too laugh at the poor teen.
"-I didn't have time to control it so I just shoved a hat on."
There was an awkward silence as the three teens looked at one another. Lenalee was still adamant about going to the library and Allen was still certain that the librarians would shout at his, causing him extreme embarrassment. Lavi, however, didn't care. All he wanted to do was sit down and buy himself a bounty, he wasn't bothered about sitting in the library or on the floor. Finally Lenalee seemed to have come up with a plan.
"Okay, okay. I got it. Lavi-"Said teen stopped fiddling with the stray piece of hair that was poking out from the confines of the beanie and looked at the girl, "-Give Allen the hat-"
"-What!"
The two teens stared at each other, both displaying equally horrified faces. There was no way Allen was going to wear the stupid sock hat and there was equally no way Lavi was giving it to him.
"Boys-"
They flinched. There it was; the famous 'mother Lenalee' voice. It was Allen's' first time hearing it but he had heard many stories of it from Lavi and Kanda when they had frees together. It was definitely weirder hearing it from her.
"-If Allen wears the hat then the librarians won't be able to recognise him-"
"Surely they'd-"
"-It's the hair Allen. Your hair is what gives you away. No-one has white hair-"
"-Old people have white hair-"
"-Hey!"
"No college student has white hair-"
"-Old people can go to college-"
"Argh, Lavi! Shut up! Allen, your hair gives you away so wear the stupid hat."
Lavi was grimacing as he fiddled with the end of the hat whereas Allen was pulling at his white locks frowning to himself. Lenalee sighed as she placed her hands on her hips. Allen was going to wear that hat whether he liked it or not.
"Swear"
It seemed to startle both Allen and Lenalee as they both looked at Lavi, waiting for him to elaborate.
"Swear you wont say anything."
Allen raised an eyebrow at the teen's behaviour, Lavi hardly ever acted serious, or pleading. And right here, right now, he was doing both.
"We swear"
Lenalee had said it before Allen had made his mind up, he blew air into his cheeks, causing them to swell, to show his irritation at her. Her response was to do that flirty smile that helps her get away with everything, Allen was laughing, his irritation gone. The smile had worked once again.
"Allen, swear."
Ha-ha! Whose smile was working now! Lavi had noticed how Lenalee answered for Allen and so he'd confirmed with the whitette also. Allen felt the urge to smirk at the girl but quickly shoved it to the back of his mind.
"Depends…"
"Allen! Just swear!"
"But I dunno what he's going to do! I can't just swear; I struggle to hold in laughter!"
"Al'…"
Allen threw his head back as he groaned in annoyance, his legs ached and he didn't want to stand anymore, he wanted to take a seat and do nothing for a while.
"Fine. Swear."
Lavi stared at them both, sighed, then reached up and pulled the hat from his head, throwing it at Allen once it was off. The whitette caught it and grimaced as he mumbled an,
'Ew, it's still warm',
to himself. He looked up and found himself staring at a mass of incredibly uncontrolled hair. He cut all air to his nose to prevent himself from snorting in laughter and tried really hard to breathe normally. He blinked his eyes to try preventing the tears from surfacing as he looked at the face of an incredibly unimpressed Lavi. The red head pulled at the numerous cowlicks and groaned clenched his eyes shut.
"I know, I know! I woke up late!"
Lenalee was staring at the floor, eyes drifting up to look at the red heads hair every once and awhile. Never before had she seen hair so capable of standing on end, it was a strange blend of bedhead and natural flicks. She doubted the length of Lavi's hair was helping the matter, most likely the length of his uncontrollable red lacks were the reason behind the stubbornness of the cowlicks.
"It's, um, not that bad?"
If only Lenalee hadn't smiled when she was saying it; it would have been so much more believable. Lavi just turned his head to give her a glare, hair bobbing at the action. Lenalee raised a hand to her face in a half assed attempt to hide her smile.
"Lena! It's not funny!"
"I'm not laughing!"
"Just put the hat on Allen."
Said whitette was finding the whole situation interesting, it was the first time he'd ever seen the redhead so irritated… or would you call it upset? Either way, Allen had never seen him act this way before. He looked down at the 'beanie' he held in his hands, his nose wrinkled as he thought of how he'd look when if he wore it. Nope. No way, he wasn't wearing it.
"Allen. Put. It. On."
"But I dun' wanna"
He wasn't usually the type to whine but he really, really didn't want to smother the hat atop his head. He watched as the red head approached him, pulled the hat from his grip and frowned at the smaller teen. Allen could feel his body relax now the hat was away from him however he flinched as Lavi's hands neared his face at a ridiculous speed. Before Allen knew it the taller teen was back where he had been originally only this time, hatless.
"Al'! You look so cute!"
"Ha! Who's wearing the lame 'sock' now?"
Allen smiled but was well aware of the trapped nerve causing his eyebrow to twitch, he let his eyes close as he placed a hand atop his head, yep; he was wearing the damn beanie hat thing. He went to click his tongue but managed to stop himself before he did so… he really was spending too much time with him. He pulled Lavi's beanie down a little more so it covered his ears.
"'Kay, lead the way Lena lady-"
The female of the group turned to face said redhead, a look of warning on her face. Neither Lavi nor Allen knew what they'd done to aggravate the teen but she seemed to have taken something they said in a negative manor. Allen did a quick check of the things he'd said… nope. He'd said nothing wrong, must've been Lavi. He shoved his hands into the back pocket of his, bordering too tight, jeans and slowly strolled towards the library, face turned towards the two so he didn't miss anything.
"You're going to the IT suite."
Allen watched as Lavi's face scrunched up, obviously trying to think why he needed to go.
"…there're computers in the library Lena…"
"Yeah…but you need to go to the IT suite, don't you."
God, even Allen could tell she was trying to hint at something, what he was he had no idea but it was obvious they were doing something.
"I do?"
The red head wasn't paying much attention to the girl face because if he had been he would have spotted the clear signs of rising anger. Instead he was focussing al his attention on the lock of red hair that was stubbornly staying were it was, hovering above his forehead yet somehow still in his field of vision.
He heard an 'Argh.' From the girl and jumped as her hand reached towards his hair, he felt her pull of several cowlicks and then the strange feeling of something jab against his scalp,
"Owww!"
"Stop whining."
He stuck out his bottom lip and crossed his arms across his chest as she pulled away. He could see. No red in the corner of his eyesight and no irritating brushing against his forehead.
"Very nice Lenalee, suits him."
Considering how the comment was followed by a chuckle he'd assume Allen was delving into the world of sarcasm. He reached up to try figure out what she'd done but his hands were slapped away.
"Nuh-uh. No touching, I clipped it back for you."
Now that Lavi was paying attention… she had a few of her flower grips missing from her short hair. He groaned as he realised he had the flower grips, no wait, the purple flower clips in his hair; his red hair. Talk about clashing colours.
"You look dashing Lavi"
"Shup sock boy"
"It's your hat!"
"Yeah well…" He duly noted to himself that it was an awkward time to have no witty remark, "you look stupider than me."
"Very nice, very nice-"
"Okay then, Lavi - off to the IT suite, Allen - let's get librarying!"
By this point Allen was already some distance from the two, stood in the middle of the quad, not overly far from the library doors. He watched as Lavi frowned and opened his mouth,
"What am I doing? I really didn't get what you said"
"Argh. Lavi, just please go and do your work"
The red head carried on pouting but turned around and stalked off, perfect re-enactment of the way you'd do so as a child. Lenalee huffed and turned round to face the waiting whitette, she smiled. He had most of his hair tucked into Lavi's beanie, skilfully hiding the white locks without causing him to look as if he had no hair underneath; he was blowing the air into his cheeks waiting for her to join him. He was so cute.
"Okay Allen. Library time."
"Can I just ask why're we going to the library?"
Lenalee stopped from her walking and Allen groaned to himself at the idea of more standing up. He watched as, what looked to be, a little colour formed on her cheeks, she laughed and smiled as she continued walking. She passed Allen and stood outside the entrance to the library; she called for him and clicked her fingers by her side as if the whitette were some kind of dog. Said teen huffed as he reluctantly followed. We felt irritated and excluded. First there's Lavi's little 'job' to do in the IT suite, now Lenalee, the last person he expected this from, wouldn't say why they're going to the dreaded library. Like, hello? Excluded from said place, does that mean nothing these days?
It was just as they passed through the entrance doors that Allen heard the all too familiar snickering. Oh god what had he done now? His silver eyes quickly scanned the area to find the area to find the source of the sound. He looked for the obvious signs, hand over mouth, slight smile and the, oh so subtle, breezy look in the opposite area.
What he found angered him in such a way that he felt no amount of words would truly show his fury.
He'd found the source. The last place he looked, the hand over the mouth. It was her. That librarian woman, sat at the front desk just opposite the entrance to the library contradicting her own rule of 'no laughter'. He looked at his companion to see if she herself had witnessed the shocking display of hypocriticalness. She had. She'd seen it and was, in fact, so angered by said display, that she was red in the face with rage. Rage on his behalf of course, she had always been the over protective one of the group. Aww, Allen felt his anger dissolve at the display of affection.
"Come on Al' let's go upstairs."
He followed without complaint. They chose the table that gave them the best view of the downstairs floor and unpacked a notepad each from their bags, laid them on the table, took a seat and feigned working. Allen could feel the muscles in his thighs sighing in relief, his bad was tearing at its seem with the amount of books he needed. The small teen, like he always did, pushed his homework deadline aside in favour of pulling out the bible that was his Blogger notes. He angled his book out the eyes of his companion by leaving the book against the table's side; bringing the biro to his mouth he released his teeth upon it and started chiselling his frustration into the pen
"Lenalee… Can I ask you something?"
To say it hadn't been bugging him for the last 24 hours would be a lie.
"Sure Al', fire away"
Now that he thought about it, he'd heard it so many times, always there, just floating around in the background noise.
"What does M-"
He could feel his tongue halting in his mouth; it felt swollen under the linguistic pressure.
"Mo-Moy … Moy-Mo. Argh."
He slapped his paper pad on the table surface and tore a page from it's confinement. He whipped the pen out his mouth and clicked it, grimacing at the moistness of the click, and scribbled the assaulting word on the papers face. Once finished, he leant across to the baffled teen but didn't say a word.
"Moy what? Allen?"
"You-You're… you can speak… um.. the same as Kanda, yeah?"
She smiled an awkward smile and shifted in her seat so she was upright.
"The same? What do you-" She suddenly understood the whitettes question. Her response? A cocky smile of course. "Oh, I get it. You think because I look like this-" She pointed to her face, "That I can automatically speak Japanese?" She relished in the whitettes response of a flustered red washing over his cheeks,
"No!"
"Shhhh!"
Allen pulled the beanie further down his face while Lenalee mumbles a quick 'sorry'.
"Well I can't."
"You can't?"
"Nope-"
She waited until the boy had leant back into his own chair, piece of paper hanging limply in his fingers.
"-But I know someone who can…"
"Who!"
She waited until warm silver met her eyes; smiling as she leant forward to snatch the paper from the boy's hands she gave him her response
"Google translater!"
Allen was getting better at the unimpressed deadpan face.
"Lenaaaaa-"
Said female bought a finger to her lips with a 'Shhhhh' and winked as she trotted towards the nearest computer. He leant back in his chair as he watched the back of her head sit in front of the computer screen. Maybe he could ask about the hairdresser incident? He'd been wondering about it since Kanda had mentioned it in defence to his blogger accusation. He started to rewrite his notes down, they were to covered in annotations to read easily, with each point his pen scribbled his brain tried to pin it to someone he knew or knew of.
"You okay Allen?"
His arms moved on their own and pulled the notebook closed, placing it on his lap while his head pulled itself up towards the owner of the voice. Lenalee threw him a worried look.
"Fine! What's the word mean?"
Her response was a laugh. A laugh. He just knew this wouldn't be good.
"Moyashi equals Sprout"
"Sprout?"
"Yeah sprout."
"Sprout…."
"Yes. Like a beansprout, y'know, all small and white."
"Small and white?"
"Yep…. Just like you-"
"I'M NOT A MIDGET!"
Lenalee just held her hand over her mouth and nodded enthusiastically. He wasn't that small….
"No one said you where Allen, so what were you writing? You seemed pretty absorbed in it…"
"Nothing important…"
The girl looked at him, then the paper and seemed to shrug to herself. Silence washed over the table as Allen started to restart note taking and Lenalee observed the people entering the library. It was about eight minutes later when it happened.
"Shit."
"what?"
The whitettes head shot up from his page and attached them to the conserved face of Lenalee, only she wasn't looking at Allen, she was looking at someone on the floor below. He scanned the area but failed to see anything that could possibly upset the girll, lookingback up he leant forwards.
"What's up? Lena'?"
"Nothing, just, um… Ex-boyfriend kinda thing y'know?"
She looked up at the boy's fine silver eyebrow that was perfectly arched to show his question of the statement. She quickly ran the words through her head.
"Wait, no! I didn't-I didn't, I mean, I wasn't implying, I mean, of course you wouldn't know about an ex-boyfriend, well you might but I wasn't implying. Wait, oh god!" She threw her head into her hands after clenching her eyes shut, "Sorry…"
Allen decided a laugh would be the perfect response to such a flustered answer.
"who's the ex-boyfriend-"
"I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND!"
"But you just said-"
"No. I didn't."
Allen just stared at the girl who was throwing daggers at someone onto the first floor, confused and a little (totally) scared, he looked down and asked again.
"So… who are we on about here?"
She pulled Allen closer by his shirt, pointing to a boy bellow as if doing so would help emphasis her point,
"See! The whole time we had this thing-"
"-You had a thing?"
"Yes. We had a thing, anyway…"
Allen would have felt insulted at being brushed off so easily if the topic wasn't so interesting,
"Throughout the whole time we had this thing, he would always complain about that girl clinging to him-"
"-What girl?"
"That thing, there-"
She pointed at the small girl who was laughing at whatever the boy had just said, throwing her plaits over her shoulder as she did so, Allen rolled his eyes at the action. He looked up to see Lenalee's eyes fixated on the girl's action. He had the slight feeling that this thing she had, wasn't completely over.
"Gah! Look at her, fawning all over him. It's sickens me Allen, it really does."
And with that, she turned her attention back to her notebook and scribbled something down. Allen carried on watching the girl lean forwards over the table and fluttered her eyelashes at him. Allen couldn't help but notice the blond boys smile falter and, if Allen were to guess, he'd say the boy felt incredible uncomfortable. Allen looked up but felt the words catch in his throat, should he tell her? Would she care or would she just brush him off again… he decided to keep the information to himself and instead, opened his own notebook.
He was quite happily doodling in his notebook when he saw Lenalee's head turn in the corner of his eye; he raised his eyes and smiled as he caught Lenalee staring at the blond again. He could see her mouth trembling, he wasn't overly sure if it was due to her being upset or just plain angry, raising his eyes a little higher he could see her eyebrows knitting together so he safely assumed she was angry. Brilliant. He raised his hands to Lavi's hat and pulled it over his head a little more, the action causing Lenalee to move her eyes to the whitette.
Lenalee blushed at Allen's raised eyebrow, her bottom lip stuck out as she sulked at being caught out by the boy. She wasn't jealous. Oh no, she was anything but jealous. She heard Allen laugh as she directed all her attention to her blank notebook.
"So… you're over him-"
"completely."
"Hmmm, yeah, I can see that. No regreats?"
"None. Y'know what, I'm happy, now I can move on with my life and actually live a little.
Allen watched and mumbled to himself.
"Oh yeah, this is totally living the life."
A few minutes passed and the two of them went back to drawing little doodles over their pages until the sound of a chair scrapping shook them both out of their artistic mood. As they directed their attention to the blond who was leaving without his things, Allen watched Lenalee; her eyes followed the boy until he was outside the library. Oh yeah, she was clearly over the boy.
Allen looked down at his notebook smiling as he heard his companion emit angry mutter towards the plaited female underneath them. It took his brain slightly longer than it should have to register what his eyes were reading.
HATES HAIRDRESSERS
He stared at the two words and shook his head; no way could she be the Blogger. Not that he was sexist but it was Lenalee. Not really understanding why he felt the need too, Allen reread all his blogger notes, once again checking to see how many matched with the girl. He bought his biro to his paper and made a little list f the blogger points that matched Lenalee.
When angry is intimidating. NOT BRITISH. UNNATURAL HAIRCOLOUR. HATES HAIRDRESSERS. GETS BUS TO COLLEGE. . POLITE. USES MANNERS. IN LOVE? – UNREQUATED.
Hardly anything. He felt a sigh ass though his lips. Allen let his eyes drop to the girl that was drooling all over the boy; he was shocked to notice that she was looking up at Lenalee over the rim of her glasses. Allen looked up to his companion to find her blankly looking at the wall over his head, then directed his attention, subtly, back to the plaits girl. Oh yeah, she was staring. Allen opened his mouth to tell his short haired companion but his attention was quickly moved to the opening doors of the library. Blond boy was back, closely followed by an irritated looking Kanda. Allen's eyebrows knitted together as he looked towards Lenalee.
"They know each other?"
The question made her physically jump and direct her attention towards the two males,
"Oh yeah, they're in the same classics class…"
"…Classics… I'm sorry but what is that? It's been mentioned before and I keep meaning to ask. Classics what? Music?"
Allen felt confusion wrap itself round his brain as she just laughed at him, did he say something funny? He tried to act annoyed but it came out in more of a confused laugh than an irritated confrontation,
"What?"
She placed her head on her open palm and smiled warmly at the boy, the action causing him to feel even more embarrassed.
"You're so cute Allen! Classics as in, classical civilisation, as in… romans and Greek stuff, although I think classical music would be so much more interesting"
"You're joking."
"No, I really do love classical music, my brother read a scientific column on it saying how it helps to brain concentrate or something like that; it's been our houses soundtrack ever since"
"No, I meant, wait what? Seriously? No, argh, I mean, he takes classical civilisation?"
"I know right! Kanda's a secret nerd! It's all cleverly hidden behind his 'jock' demeanour; you wouldn't have guessed would you."
Allen's brain somehow managed to form a question through the confusion,
"Why's he in the library?"
"They must be doing some sort of out of class project, bit like what you two did for English-"
"How'd you know this…?" He didn't know if he was impressed or scared of the girl's knowledge.
"Well… I don't but it's a well educated guess, I mean, she's in their classics too."
She laughed as Allen pulled a face, an unusual mix of bewilderment, disbelief and humour. Allen felt a smile pull at his lips; you really do learn something new every day, he'll be sure to use that as ammunition in their next argument.