Chapter 6

Thanks to everyone still reading this, even after I've been gone for so long! But don't worry, I'm back, and will finish this story! It'll end at the end of the August half term, then I'll write another one, but in a different POV - Swizzle's, as suggested by A-plus Cassiopeia.

Torvald was searching through all the lockers in the girls changing room frantically, the noise of her repeatedly shutting and opening the metal doors echoing through the whole room, when Julie came through and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hey boss," Everyone in Torvald's house had taken to calling her boss, to Torvald's displeasure. "There's a boy outside who wants you." Torvald sighed, straightened out her skirt, and walked outside.

She was met with a tallish boy with a bomber jacket on, red with white sleeves. He had dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, with rosy skin, and he was wearing dark crimson jeans, and a white T-shirt with an image of a cartoon explosion. His shoes were red trainers.

"Uh, I found your tap-shoes…" He said, awkwardly holding them out towards her. Torvald breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks, erm … what's your name?"

"Yorkie. Yorkie Gumball." He replied with an easy grin.

"Hey, how did you find these?" Torvald asked, curious.

"Ah, well, I um, do tap dancing as well, and, well, you left them, so I thought, at least, I assumed, that I should pick them up for you, er… what was your name?" He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Torvald Batterbutter – wait, I know you, you're the boy who has a crush on Miela!"

He looked stricken. "Whaa – No, no, no, I haven't, I mean, I … well I … well maybe!" He shouted, flustered.

Torvald giggled. "Hey, don't worry, I can keep a secret! In fact, I could be very subtle, and maybe just ask her about it, as payment for finding the shoes!" She finished brightly.

"Er, well, I suppose so …" He said, knitting his eyebrows.

"Don't worry! I'll sort it all out!" She said as she skipped away happily, leaving poor Yorkie in a state of utter confusion.

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Later that evening, Torvald, Miela, Julie, and Jellysha were all talking together in their dorm. "Hey, I've got an idea!" Exclaimed Lysha. "Let's play truth or dare!"

They all sat down in a circle, and took turns making up hilariously random dares and extremely embarrassing truths. Half an hour later, Julie was balancing five books on her head, wearing a pair of Summer's teddy bear PJs and had blond streaked hair, Jellysha was wearing a toga made from bed sheets, and was crossing her eyes in concentration because she'd been banned from talking, Miela had had to tell Rancis that her only wish was to be with him, then she'd had to kiss Harry, Torvald's hair was sticking up in every direction and she was currently trying to drink a glass of water, upside down. She finished, wiped her mouth, and flipped the coin. She grinned deviously. Here was the moment she'd been waiting for.

"Ok Miela, truth! Now, let me think … do you like Yorkie?"

Miela, who hadn't been fazed by any other dares, now blushed, and said "Nooooooo – uh, where would you get that idea?"

The other girls smiled, and our butterscotch racer wagged her finger at the poor honey girl. "Ah, ah, ah, remember, this is truth or dare, my dear Miela. Not lie or dare."

Miela pouted, doing her best adorably grumpy face. "Well maybe I like him a little bit. But only a tiny bit. A smidge." She tried to emphasise how tiny it was using hand gestures, but instead of holding her fingers close together she waved her arms around dramatically, causing all the other girls to giggle uncontrollably.

That night, Torvald was drifting off to dream land when someone started shaking her vigorously. "What is it Miela?" She moaned grumpily. Miela's eyes were big and starry in the moonlight, full of wonder.

"Boss … does Yorkie – you know, like me?" She asked hesitantly. "Yes, now go to bed…" Groaned Torvald as she rolled over. Realising what she said, she quickly back tracked her words. "I mean, maybe, possibly, I don't know, how would I know, why would I know?"

But Miela had already skipped back to her own bed, and Torvald merely sighed and rolled over.

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The next morning, Torvald cornered Yorkie on his way to breakfast. "Um Yorkie," She started, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. "I may have let it slip to Miela that you like her."

"WHAT?"

"Hey, it wasn't entirely my fault, she tricked me!"

"Miela. Miela tricked you?"

"You know, that's pretty rude considering she has a crush on you."

"Whatever- wait, you mean she does? Oh, that's brilliant!"

"Um, you're welcome? Anyway, I've got to go eat now, so… yeah bye."

Torvald ran into the cafeteria, whilst Yorkie smiled. This was exactly what he had been hoping- "oof!"

Sakura looked out from under her new pumpkin hat to see who she'd bashed into. "Oh, Yorkie! I'm awfully sorry!" She said, helping him to his feet. At that very moment, Miela skipped round the corner, a grin plastered on her face, and saw Yorkie and Sakura holding hands. Her grin dropped, her big blue eyes pooled with tears, her mouth opened slightly, and hurt was written all over her face. She ran back up to the dorm, flung herself on her bed, and sobbed into her pillow, little salty droplets coursing down her cheeks.

Meanwhile, Yorkie and Sakura brushed themselves off, and went into the cafeteria to eat. Yorkie glanced around, but couldn't see Miela anywhere. He wandered over to the boy's table, distracted and deep in thought.

"Yorkie, sit down! How are you?" Greeted Gloyd warmly as the boy in question slumped into the seat next to him. The pumpkin themed boy was one of his best friends, as he and Yorkie both shared a common love for pranks.

The gumball boy kept staring around the room, and Gloyd grew a concerned expression as he asked hesitantly, "Hey, Yorkie, are you ok man? You seem kind of … agitated."

"Huh? Oh no, I'm fine, I was just wondering … have any of you seen Miela?" Asked Yorkie, only realising when it was too late what he'd said.

Everyone smiled, amused. "Nope, sorry, haven't seen your girlfriend yet, York." Smirked Swizzle, as Yorkie pulled a face at him. "Anyway," continued the boy with the beanie, "have you forgotten what day it is? I'll give you a clue, IT'S HALLOWEEN! I can't wait for tonight, I'm gonna get sooo much candy!"

Twizzler looked at him oddly. "Dude, we live in a world made of candy. This table we're sitting at right now is candy. Why do you want candy, of all things?"

Swizzle sighed. "Honestly, sometimes I think girls understand better than you guys… I get to dress up for it! That's the whole point!"

Twizzler sighed. He was probably the most mature of all the boys, which is what the girls would call 'the mental capacity of about a nine year old'. "So, Yorkie, why do you want to see Miela?" He teased.

Yorkie blushed. "Screw you guys…" He muttered. Everyone was smirking and making kissing motions. "Well you never tease Rancis about his girlfriend!" He exclaimed.

"But Rancis is such an easy victim! He poses no challenge!" said Harry with wide eyes, pretending to be oblivious to the fact Rancis was sitting next to him.

"Hey!" Said the Reese's boy, scandalized. Without even bothering to turn round, Harry said "Rancis, there's a spider on your back." Rancis shrieked, and twisted himself around to try and see his back.

"Besides, if we teased Rancis about Torvald, she'd kick our butts!"

Over on the next table, Torvald sighed at boys and their ridiculousness. Harry especially was turning out to be rather annoying. Then she thought of something; why was Yorkie sitting at the boys' table? Shouldn't he be talking to Miela?

"Hey, none of you have seen Miela, have you?" She asked her friends, who all shook their heads.

"Hang on…" Said Sakura, thinking, "I think I saw her running back to your dorm earlier." Torvald frowned. No, Miela never misses breakfast…

She had a responsibility for all her house members, and she should probably go check on Miela. Before she could get up though, the bell rang.

She gabbled a hasty goodbye to her friends, then ran over to where Jellysha and Summer were waiting for her. She shared her concerns about Miela with them as they walked through the entrance hall and out the back door.

The track was a miniature model of the one at home in Mainland Sugar rush, even with the empty grandstands. As they approached, they saw two older kids kissing in the stands, but they cleared off quickly.

Torvald smiled as she inhaled deeply. The smell of the cinnamon ground always made her feel alive and active.

They rolled out the 'kid karts', general training karts that all looked the same and drove at about 10 miles per hour. Sooo boring … but they were starting to draft designs for karts in Kart Theory, so hopefully they'd have their own soon.

Suddenly, without warning, a daydream came over Torvald.

The bow topped girls snuck around the corner of the garage, giggling hysterically. They squeezed in next to each other, and then one dropped down to the floor and put her hands on the pedals.

"Ready?" She asked, grinning up at her sister.

"Ready." Said the other girl, gripping the wheel.

The headlights of the car flooded the garage as the two twins twisted the key. The door was propped open, and the girls both held in their excitement as the lower on began to press down on the pedal.

They went flying off down the road, the one in the seat laughing hysterically as she swung the steering wheel into position, the wind cool on her flushed face, and the other one stretching her neck to see the street, whooping at the top of her lungs whilst pushing down on the acceleration. They were both supercharged with adrenaline, the speed of the kart only adding fuel to the fire.

But it was all over too soon. They crashed into some nearby bushes, having never driven a kart before, and they got their parents the angriest they'd ever seen them. They had their pocket money docked to pay for repairs, and were under house arrest for three months, being walked to school every day and sent to their rooms at seven o'clock sharp every night. But every time the two girls exchanged a conspiratorial grin whilst the adults weren't looking, they knew it had been worth it.

"MOVE IT BATTERBUTTER!" Shouted the coach, his face red with frustration.

Torvald blinked. "What was that sir?"

Torvald could swear she saw smoke coming out of the coach's ears as he screamed "THAT'S IT BATTERBUTTER, YOU GO SRAIGHT BACK TO YOUR DORM, AND STAY THERE FOR THE REST OF THE HOUR! HOW DARE YOU ANSWER BACK AGAIN AFTER I'VE ASKED YOU TO MOVE FIVE TIMES! IF YOU KEEP THIS BEHAVIOUR UP, I WILL PERSONALLY MAKE SURE YOU NEVER GET TO RACE AGAIN! NOW MOVE IT!"

Torvald turned and ran away as fast as her feet could carry her, leaving her panting coach and stunned classmates behind.

She slammed the door to the common room behind her and stalked off to the common room. That stupid coach, he can't keep me from the track! I'm a born racer!

However, when she opened the door to the dorm, all of her anger flooded out of her.

"Miela!" She exclaimed, rushing to the girl's side. Luckily, as she turned her over, she could see that her friend was not hurt – but asleep. She sighed, and gave her a few quick, but gentle, slaps.

"Whowhatwherewhenwhy?" Shouted Miela, flying awake. She gazed at our butterscotch girl in confusion, until she remembered the events of this morning. Without warning, she slapped Torvald across the face sharply. As the girl with the bow tried to process what just happened, Miela began screaming at her.

"HOW DARE YOU TORVALD! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WOULD STOOP SO LOW!"

"Ow! What the hell are you on about Miela?"

"I'M TALKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT YOU GOT MY HOPES UP ONLY FOR THEM TO BE SMASHED THE NEXT MORNING!"

Miela was beyond furious now, but Torvald had no idea why.

"What have I done?" She asked, baffled.

Miela dropped onto the bed and sobbed loudly. "You promised Yorkie liked me, but he's already got a girlfriend!" She began sobbing uncontrollably, as Torvald sat down next to her and gingerly put her arms around the disheartened girl.

"But Miela, he told me he liked you. Who's this other girl?"

"Your cousin! Sakura!"

Torvald froze, shocked. Has Sakura got a boyfriend without telling me, Minty and Sticky? She felt hurt. Why wouldn't her own cousin tell her something like this? They had always been close before.

Torvald and Miela sat in silence until the bell rang again.

"Miela, do you want to come to class?"

Miela sniffled. "Yeah."

The two girls got up and walked to their next lesson, racing theory.

Sorry about the ending, I know it's terrible, and I hope there are people out there still reading!

This is Sticky (a.k.a Miss Wipplesnit) signing out for the night! Goodbye!