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Now, apart from the mushy gushy stuff...
I've neglected Zexion and Demyx :( That has to stop.
SO!
Here's a chapter dedicated to them, and them alone!
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Five Reasons Why I'm about to Throw Up:
A list by Demyx Strife
1. I just ate an entire pizza out of nerves and now because of nerves I'm about to throw it back up.
2. This is one of the first times I'll be performing in front of people who came to listen and won't throw tomatoes for their personal amusement.
3. The chef just informed me that tomatoes are going to be served on the side with the appetizers for any who order. Would sabotage the tomato idea, but if I move too much I might just barf.
4. Zexion is here at the cafe. Zexion is sitting at one of the tables right up front. Zexion is my date, here at the café sitting at one of the tables right up front. And he's watching for me intently. As my date.
5. I'm looking at him through the curtains and my knees are knocking together so violently I'm making my own beat. If I don't throw up I'm positive I'll piss my pants.
Demyx took a deep, slow breath, in through the nose and then slowly released it out of his mouth like his mom had always taught him. Ah, Demyx had a sweet mom. She sang like an angel and had gorgeous, flowing blonde hair that was always in perfect order. She was the kind of mom that made chicken noodle soup that had healing powers, could kiss a boo-boo better, and taught Demyx how to sing and play instruments. She was the woman that could calm the violent thoughts in Roxas's head, and could make Sora subdued and quiet. Hell, Demyx's mom could even make Larxene calm down for a little bit, and prevent Naminé from making her brother's lives a living hell for amusement. Demyx's mom could charm the sullen attitude from Cloud's life and could make Luxord stop acting like such a distracted, forceful father that wanted his children to be slaves to his business. She was wonder woman in an ever changing pink and blue dress.
But I'll be damned if that woman never taught Demyx how to prevent himself from blowing chunks on stage.
"You've got 3 minutes, Demyx." The stage manager reminded him kindly, slapping his back and adjusting the guitar strap on his shoulder. Wincing, Demyx clenched his jaw and nodded, his neck springing back and forth like a bobble head and successfully making his stomach churn. He was scared that if he spoke, he would throw up all over the manager, and then not be able to perform at all.
Once again he peeked through the curtains of the stage and once again his sparkling eyes found the object of his nausea. A slight, small boy sat alone at a table directly in front of the microphone stand, sipping delicately from his cup of what Demyx suspected was a chai latte. He wore a slightly nice looking black long sleeved shirt and Demyx suspected was a new pair of dark jeans. His messy, slate grey hair was in its usual disarray, but it also looked like the boy had attempted to make it look slightly more presentable. He was reading a book, pretty grey eyes on the page, but as if sensing someone watching him, he looked up and let his gaze travel over the different types of people in the café, bored. As Zexion's stare made its way to the stage, and then the curtains, Demyx let out an undignified squeal and stumbled back, releasing the curtains and falling flat on his ass in a tangle of amp cords.
Damn. He'd almost been caught staring.
"Demyx, this is Paine. She's going to announce you, and then you're going to step out while everyone is clapping, ok?" The kindly stage manager helped Demyx up and then pushed him to a scary, evil looking lady with hair shorter than his. Her eyes glowed like fire and it momentarily reminded Demyx of the pictures of Lucifer that his Sunday school teacher had shown them.
"Now class," She'd said, "This man is the one who is tempting you. Do not, under any circumstances, let him win!"
Demyx had a feeling that this girl was the spawn of such a man.
How did he know? Call it a gut instinct.
Or maybe that was just the pizza threatening to come back up.
His stomach roiling unpleasantly and his knees knocking together, Demyx breathed in through the nose and out through his mouth and extended his hand.
"Pleasure to meet you." He squeaked pathetically.
"Piss off." The girl snapped back with a gleam in her scary red eyes. He saw puppies dying and little girls watching their ice cream falling from the cone in those eyes, and he saw that she would be laughing satanically as it happened.
How did he see that? Call it another gut instinct.
Or that could be the pizza again. You'll have to forgive him. He's a little nervous.
Giving his hand a particularly nasty look like she was about to breathe fire, the girl named Paine snarled something under her breath and turned to stomp off, apparently heading towards the stage to announce him.
"She's a little rough around the edges… but I'm sure if they like you enough to let you stay, you two will become great friends." The manager said perkily, patting his shoulder awkwardly.
"Yeah," Demyx managed to peep, "The best of friends."
"Ladies and gentlemen," He heard Paine's angry tones reverberating from around the speakers, and his stomach dropped like a wet rag on the coffee shop floor. "Thanks for coming here tonight. For your listening entertainment we've brought you a foreigner from Twilight Town…" Her voice trailed off sardonically and the crowd laughed, making the butterflies shoot around Demyx's throat. "Named Demyx Strife who is happy to bring some entertainment… let him hear it, folks!" The crowd went wild, and cheered, their clapping and whistles making Demyx's knees knock together and his fingers to skitter across the strings of the guitar and making a sound like a dying, choking cat wailing around him.
The cheering grew louder, raging right against his ears, and he wondered why they were clapping so loud. Were they making fun of him? Were they going to laugh when he stepped out and they saw his hair? Oh, he knew he should have styled it differently! Though, what was he supposed to do? It was originally a mullet, but when his brother had shaved the sides up too high when he was asleep, he'd been forced to try another tactic and thus the faux-hawk/mullet/spike thing was born! What could he do, comb it into something else?! It was Cloud's abuse that marked him as the odd ball, he had nothing to do with it!
"Demyx!" The stage manager hissed, and Demyx jerked from his hair induced stupor to see the bubbly girl staring at him in exasperation, waving frantically with her clip board.
"What…?" He squeaked in confusion, tilting his head and ruffling his gelled, accidental hair. What did he do wrong? He was just waiting to be able to find the strength back in his legs in order to walk out on stage when it was time to-
"Demyx that was your cue!" The stage manager hissed pathetically.
Oh. Right. That was his cue.
Well didn't he feel like an idiot.
"Can we get Demyx Strife to the stage, please?" Paine sounded annoyed and angered, her voice oddly reminding Demyx of how Roxas sometimes sounds when he gets home from work and finds that Demyx had eaten the last piece of chocolate covered cake. It never ends well for Demyx… Roxas always has it out for him…
"Um, now?" Paine asked irritably. Startled into action, Demyx stumbled onto the stage and just managed to catch himself before he fell onto his guitar and ruined everything epically.
He was pretty sure he'd do that without trying.
"Here we go… Demyx Strife, everyone." Flipping a hand in his direction she gave a forced, painful looking smile before people began to clap, laughing while they watched him blink at them owlishly, clearly terrified for his life. As she walked past him she shot him a dark, particularly nasty look and whispered,
"I hope you fall on your face."
Oh… well wasn't that nice.
"Thanks," He squeaked back in reply, a sweat breaking out along his forehead as he felt his feet moving mechanically towards the mike, his clammy fingers gripping his guitar for dear life. His guitar, you see, had super powers. If he gripped it tightly enough, it gave him the ultra-awesome ability to suddenly not feel nauseas anymore, and give him the courage to play music in front of so many people. One of them being Zexion.
That power just wasn't working right now.
"H-hey," He heard himself say in a pathetic, high pitched voice. A couple of people in the crowd exchanged glances at that, the confusion and amusement playing along their faces. Unable to remain staring at their laughter for long, Demyx pointedly looked away and let his gaze roam across the people, taking in the amount of appetizers that had been set out onto the tables. How many had tomatoes, ready to be thrown? How many would throw them?
Dear God they all had them!
"I'm… a little nervous… if you couldn't tell." He heard himself say, and his stomach jerked in agreement, telling him that if he didn't get on with things, it would implode inside of him.
Then that would be, my dear readers, the end of Demyx.
He wouldn't be able to play through the song he'd rehearsed and rehearsed like it was the end of the world if it wasn't perfect. He'd never be able to formally put in a two weeks notice for his job at the coffee shop like he'd always wanted to. He'd never be able to even work for two weeks after putting in a two weeks notice, and he'd never be able to tell Zexion the great news. Then, of course, he'd never be able to say that he really, really, really liked Zexion, and then he'd never be able to hear Zexion say that he sort of had the inkling that he sort of liked him back, and then he'd never be able to go out with him, or hold his hand, or run his fingers through his hair, and he'd never be able to kiss him and-
WAIT.
Demyx's mind halted at that train of thought, everything freezing as it chewed the words around the space of his cranium. He wouldn't be able to kiss… Zexion?
His breath halted.
His eyes grew wide.
Oh.
Oh hell no.
He'd kiss Zexion, dammit, if it was the last thing he did!
His stomach stopped churning unpleasantly as that thought came to mind, as if it had realized just who it was messing with. Demyx nodded inwardly to himself, the feeling of determination spreading throughout his body like fire, and with a small, confidant smile his eyes found Zexion in the crowd, the man looking up at him with a bemused, strange look on his face. He seemed a little worried, and a little awkward to be sitting there, but it didn't matter. He'd seen in less than a minute what he was there for!
"But it's all ok," he heard himself say in a suddenly smooth, confidant voice. It wasn't the voice of Demyx, and it wasn't the voice of someone about to throw up. If Demyx was paying attention, he would have noticed that people's faces were changing from amusement to interest, just at the sound of his voice. "I think I'll start out with a song that I wrote a few weeks ago… this is dedicated to a special someone that I just can't get out of my head." Demyx's eyes found Zexion staring up at him, his mouth open slightly in shock as Demyx felt himself wink.
Why yes, he did just wink.
At Zexion.
The same Zexion that was shocked with his jaw dropped.
Demyx felt himself grin, fingers finding the right places on the strings. His lips parted slowly, arrogantly, and without too much effort, the guitar sprang to life, and the husky, loving lyrics sounded through the mic.
"He rolls the window down
And he,
Talks over the sound,
Of the cars that pass us by,
And I don't know why,
But he's changed my mind-"
"So, Zexion, how'd you like it?" Demyx asked brightly as they sat down at the small Pizza and Wings parlor down the street. Zexion had been silent ever since they'd left the small bar and café, and Demyx wasn't entirely sure if that was a good thing or not. He'd kept his eyes on the man for almost the entire performance, making sure that he caressed the words with his voice, attempting to let Zexion know that those songs were all for him. Everyone had actually been impressed with his performance, cheering and standing up with bright and eager smiles on their faces. Some had even kissed their significant other soundly on the lips when he'd been singing.
But Zexion hadn't said a word.
He'd merely stared at him with probing, dark blue eyes that made Demyx's breath hitch.
"Would you look at him
He looks at me
He's got me thinking about him constantly
But he don't know how I feel
And as he carries on without a doubt
I wonder if he's figured out
I'm crazy for this boy
Yeah, I'm crazy for this boy…"
Zexion sipped from his water slowly, dark blue eyes still fixed on Demyx's face with that intense scrutiny that made his skin tingle. He looked a little flushed, his cheeks slightly pinker than usual, as if he'd been running recently, or like he was embarrassed. Whichever it was, Demyx found it cute and endearing.
"It was interesting. I enjoyed seeing you perform." Zexion finally said, setting his glass down to nod with a small smile. Demyx couldn't help but beam brightly at that, excited and ecstatic that Zexion had enjoyed it. He hadn't just liked it, oh no, he'd enjoyed it! Demyx could feel himself one step closer towards his ultimate goal.
"So was I right? Do you like that kind of music?" Demyx questioned eagerly.
"I was surprised. I wasn't aware that you could sing so nicely."
"Hey, you hear me sing all the time!" Demyx protested, laughing.
"Yes, but it is usually off key and squeaky. Your performance was quite nicely done." Zexion couldn't help but grin at Demyx's objections and laughter.
"I only do that because it gets on Roxas's nerves!" Demyx laughed, leaning in.
"Roxas is not the only one, I assure you." Zexion retorted, his smile growing only just. Demyx's eyes grew wide at that and he shook his head violently, not wanting to believe it. What did he mean, Roxas wasn't the only one?! Everyone else always complimented him on his singing! They'd say, "Demyx, you have the voice of an angel." And Demyx would smile all bright and happy and sing even more!
"Lies." Demyx dismissed with a shake of his head. He'd never believe that people didn't like his singing.
"He was the one to hold me
The night
The sky fell down
And what was I thinking when
The world didn't end
Why didn't I know what I know now…"
They ate quickly- well, no… Demyx ate quickly and then had to wait on Zexion, chattering brightly the entire time that Zexion quietly munched his pizza, his large, solemn eyes glued to Demyx's face. Demyx wasn't entirely sure why Zexion kept staring at him, but it was making strange, spazzy feelings tingle along his veins and it caused his heart to twist in his ribs. It was a wonderful feeling, to have Zexion staring at him so intently, and it made Demyx feel hope like he'd never felt hope before.
As they walked out of the shop Demyx steered Zexion the long way around town, smelling the sweet and powerful smell of Radiant Garden's… well, radiant gardens. They had strips of flowers alongside the sidewalks, the shops, the restaurants, the parks… well, you get the idea. Demyx had decided to take Zexion through the public park that basked in the bright moonlight and had flowers assaulting them on all sides.
"Demyx?" Zexion asked as they walked. They'd hit the orchid part of the walkway and Demyx breathed in deeply, smiling at the happy scent. He loved flowers. If he'd lived in the 70's, he'd have been the best damn flower child the world had ever seen.
Alas… he was stuck in the 21st century, stuck in the decade of wannabes living it up as fake models of the 70's and 80's. Poor, poor Demyx.
"Yes?" He asked brightly, leaning down and breathing in a particularly nice smelling orchid that was bright white and gleamed in the moonlight. He glanced back to see Zexion shifting from one foot to the other, and alarm passed through him as he watched. What was wrong with Zexion? He was usually so calm and collected… had he done something utterly unforgivable? Did Zexion not like orchids? Was he allergic? Standing up all the way he quickly stood face to face and leaned in. Zexion stumbled back in slight surprise at Demyx's speedy movements, but Demyx grabbed his arms and kept him anchored there.
"Are you ok?" He demanded, inspecting Zexion's face for signs that something had happened. Zexion didn't reply though, his dark eyes glued to Demyx's face.
"Would you look at him
He looks at me
He's got me thinking about him constantly
But he don't know how I feel
As he carries on without a doubt
I wonder if he'll figure out
I'm crazy for this boy
I'm crazy for this boy…"
"I've been wanting to inquire…" Zexion began breathlessly, his eyes wide and suddenly very, very innocent, "Who… who that song was written for." Zexion's cheeks turned a soft pink at that, as if he was very much embarrassed to ask Demyx something like that. Demyx, on the other hand, wasn't embarrassed at all. Seeing that Zexion wasn't hurt at all, his grin grew back full force, and he released Zexion's hands to tap him brightly on the nose.
"That's a silly question." He laughed, leaning in to stare directly into Zexion's wide eyes. One hand grasped Zexion's other hand, the skin strangely a little clammy, like he was nervous. Why would Zexion be nervous though? Shrugging it off, Demyx turned and dragged Zexion after him, breathing in the flowers.
"I don't see how." Zexion murmured as he stumbled next to Demyx and blushed a little darker. Demyx laughed brightly though, shaking his head. How could Zexion really not know? For all of his smarts and brainy-goodness, he really didn't know? Looking over at Zexion's pensive stare though, Demyx nearly fell over as he realized that Zexion did indeed not know, and that he was probably annoyed with Demyx hiding it from him.
"You mean… you really don't know?" He asked, baffled. Zexion pursed his lips and shook his head slowly, the red on his cheeks darkening, most likely in embarrassment that he didn't know.
"I wouldn't ask otherwise." He finally responded, sounding a little aggravated. Demyx laughed out right at that, unable to help the bubble of amusement that tore past his lips. Did Zexion really not know? Did Zexion really not know how Demyx felt about him? For all the books he's read and all of the things he knew, did he really not see just how badly Demyx wanted to be with him!?
I'll give you a moment to contain your shock.
Are we good?
Good.
"Zexion," Demyx said seriously, stopped and facing him full on. Zexion paused, his wide blue eyes once more glued to Demyx's face as he gripped his hand tightly. Zexion's other hand was clutched into a fist tightly, like he was nervous about something.
"Demyx?" Zexion asked, his voice oddly hesitant. Demyx beamed at him, unable to help himself from leaning in and getting as close as he could to the boy he was pretty sure that he loved.
"Those songs were all for you, silly." Demyx chirped, tapping Zexion on the nose brightly.
"Right now
Face to face
All my fears
Pushed aside
And right now
I'm ready to spend the rest of my life
With you…"
Zexion froze, eyes wide and mouth dropping slightly. Demyx thought that it was a slightly silly face to make when someone just basically spelled out that they liked you, but if that's how Zexion reacted when someone said that they liked him, then Demyx wasn't going to rain on his parade. He liked the idea of Zexion being so unique about it.
When Zexion didn't respond though, Demyx began to worry a little. He just continued to stare, his eyes wide and his mouth open in shock.
"Zexion…?" Demyx leaned in closer and waved a hand frantically in front of his face. Had he snapped his mind? Had the idea of Demyx liking him broken his brain so that all he could do was stare in shock?
Slowly though, Zexion's mouth closed and his eyes went back to their normal size as he got control of himself again. He shook his head slowly and his hair fell back across his one eye, covering his emotions before Demyx could make much of them.
"Oh." He said in a strangely off voice. Demyx didn't know if it was an off voice like, "I like you too, but I don't know what to say so I'll shut up," or if it was an off voice like, "I can't stand the fact that you like me, but you're annoying so I won't burst your bubble". Zexion wasn't one for showing his emotions very well, and Demyx was finding it a little hard to keep up.
"Oh?" He asked, baffled.
Instead of responding though, Zexion looked away from him and continued walking down the path, his hand still clutched firmly in Demyx's. Demyx followed, and little confused, but he pushed it away. If Zexion was going to act so aloof, then Demyx could act aloof, too! Putting on his best aloof face, Demyx kept pace with Zexion, acting like he'd meant to create an awkward, stifling silence with his confession.
Of course, when he saw a pretty patch of blue roses, Demyx couldn't help but rush over in delight, dragging Zexion along with him. The blue was, of course, a genetic alteration, but Demyx didn't care! It was almost the exact shade of Zexion's hair, and he wanted to get one for him!
Reaching down, he plucked one of the roses from the bush, inhaling it briefly before he turned to see Zexion staring at him with those bright, wide eyes.
"A rose for you!" Demyx chirped. Moving around the small, sharp thorns, Demyx pushed the blue rose towards him, but Zexion seemed a little hesitant to take it. He seemed a little nervous, and biting his lip he looked up at Demyx.
"You want me to have it?" He asked cautiously. Demyx felt a grin steal over his face as he nodded eagerly and gave Zexion a light peck on the cheek.
"Would you look at him
He looks at me
He's got me thinking about him constantly
But he don't know how I feel
As he carries on without a doubt
I wonder if he's figured out
I'm crazy for this boy
I'm crazy for this boy…"
"A pretty rose for a pretty boy." Demyx replied cheesily, unable to help himself. Zexion stared at him in shock, his cheeks turning that lovely shade of pink again before a small, hesitant smile broke over his face.
"Is it safe to assume that you've used that line before…?" He asked in a soft, critical voice. Before Demyx could deny that and explain that he'd never used any lines before, a large, deep, scary voice broke over their small moment.
"Hey! Did you just pick that rose?!" Someone demanded, and a flashlight was flashed right into their eyes, blinding Demyx momentarily. Stumbling back a little, Demyx fell against Zexion before righting himself, trying to see past the light.
"Huh…? What…?" Demyx asked, dazed. As the light lowered and spots burst in his vision, Demyx blinked away the stars to see a shadowing version of a big, hairy looking man in a security guard's uniform. He had dreadlocks thicker than Demyx's fist and huge, animalistic side burns that cut across his cheeks viciously. The dark blue police officer outfit that he was wearing seemed a bit too small for his massive muscles, and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there.
"I said," The man growled in a deep, angry voice, "Did you just pick that rose?!" Demyx shuffled back awkwardly at that, suddenly having the feeling that he wasn't supposed to have picked the rose. Why was this grumpy old man getting so upset about it?
"I… yes…?" He replied weakly. Beside him, Zexion shuffled awkwardly. Did he think that Demyx was stupid now? Demyx sure hoped not.
"And did you know that it's illegal to pick the flowers here?" The man demanded, stepping up closer. He had the chest of an elephant, all muscle and brawn, and Demyx gulped audibly at the words he'd said. Of course… of course he tries to be romantic and it fails!
"No…?" He squeaked pathetically. Zexion grabbed his hand for comfort, and squeezed it.
"No, you didn't know, or no, you knew?" The man growled.
"Well, shouldn't that be obvious?" Zexion snapped from beside Demyx. His voice was cold and venomous. "He's terrified for his life, and you're throwing your intimidating appearance in his face. I'd say that someone here has a case of the self-piteous woes because he is working in a low paying, god-awful job. I can assure you, it's neither me, nor is it Demyx." He sounded annoyed and fed up, like someone had stopped him from doing something that he wanted, and he was going to make them pay for it. The guard, obviously a little startled with Zexion speaking, flashed the flashlight towards him and leaned in.
"I don't know everything that you just said," The man growled. "But I don't like how you're speaking to me."
"That often happens when you have the vocabulary of a small child." Zexion replied coldly. The man, angry, jerked back and glared.
"Alright, you guys are coming to the station, downtown." He growled, reaching a hairy hand towards them.
"Your police station is mid-town, my unintelligent friend." Zexion retorted nastily. Demyx watched as the man's face transmogrified into something truly fearsome, and as an instinct he jumped back as the man reached for them. Zexion stumbled back with him, and Demyx felt his blood turn to ice at the roar the man gave when he missed.
"Officer Xaldin will get you!" He yelled, and Demyx let out a pathetic squeak at his words. Seeing the flashlight flailing on the ground, Demyx kicked it away from the man unthinkingly and turned, dragging Zexion after him as he ran.
"Speaking in third person is a sign of unintelligence!" Zexion snapped back.
Officer Xaldin roared like a lion.
"What are we doing?" Zexion called as he struggled to keep up.
"Running!" Demyx crowed back.
"GET BACK HERE!" They heard Officer Xaldin roar.
"Fat chance of that!" Demyx chirped back in reply, laughing.
They ran through Radiant Garden's park, jumping across the bridges and dodging the trees, trying to make their way back to the car. Demyx kept it lively, pulling Zexion along with him, unable to stop the laughter from tearing past his lips as he heard the officer roaring every now and then when he thought he'd seen them.
"Demyx, where are we going?!" Zexion called to him.
"I don't know!" Demyx exclaimed brightly, picking up his pace.
They ran down the streets, Demyx keeping a firm grip of Zexion in one hand and the rose in his other hand. As Zexion tried to keep up with him, Demyx could hear him murmuring obscenities under his breath.
When they finally reached the car, Demyx released his hand to put it to his head, the world spinning around him quickly. He was seeing stars he was so excited, the adrenaline pumping through his blood stream as he kept laughing and tried to catch his breath.
"That was epic!" He yelled out, jumping around to stare at an out of breath Zexion.
"Would you look at him
He looks at me
He's got me thinking about him constantly
But he don't know how I feel
As he carries on without a doubt
I wonder if he's figured out
I'm crazy for this boy
I'm crazy for this boy…"
His eyes were shining brightly, but Zexion seemed more upset than anything.
"We ran from an officer… we broke the law… we ran from the law…we broke the law… almost assaulted an officer…" He seemed to be chanting the words under his breath, shock clear on his face. Leaning forward, Demyx placed the rose in his hands, beaming brightly as he caught his breath.
"That was so much fun!" He breathed, laughing uncontrollably. Zexion's words stopped at that, the breath rushing from his lips as his wide, bright blue eyes found themselves glued to Demyx's face. He seemed frozen in place, his mouth hanging open and his cheeks stained a lovely pink. He looked so lovely and wonderful that it made Demyx's burning heart ache, and he had to turn away, his breathing still trying to be normal.
He was surprised though, when Zexion suddenly grabbed him by his shirt and turned him around.
"Zexion…?" He asked breathlessly. Zexion appraised him for a moment, his wide blue eyes taking him in inch by inch before he suddenly leaned in close and pressed his lips firmly against Demyx's, the blue rose clutched in his hand.
"Yeah, I'm crazy for this boy…"
5 Reasons Why This Night is Perfect:
A list by Demyx Strife
1. I didn't have tomatoes thrown at me by angry people
2. I didn't throw up pizza on everyone
3. I was able to say how I felt about Zexion without fainting or being rejected
4. I wasn't arrested for picking a flower, trying to be romantic
5. Zexion has just told me how he felt, his lips pressed tightly against mine :) If that's not perfection, I don't know what is.
Hit or miss? Let me know in a reivew!
So... aw... yeah... aren't they just cute!
:) That happened to me... no, not the flower picking, but this cop was getting onto me and my friend... and we ran like crazy! And she was like, "WHERE ARE WE GOING!?" And I was laughing like crazy and like, "I DON'T KNOW!!" And we just ran until he stopped chasing us... It was EPIC! She's a good student though, so she's like, "OMG what are we going to do, what are we going to do, what are we going to do... we ran, we ran, we ran, we ran..." And I was falling over the bench laughing so hard...
It just popped into my head, and I had to share :)
So!
Reivew, and let me know! Don't make me take ch. 14 hostage for reviews... :3