Sniffle. Failure...? Ahh, I really WAS emo! Never mind. 9th edit!
May shut the door of her room silently, hoping not to alert anyone in the middle of the night. She sighed. She couldn't sleep. She was just thinking about what she told that little 6-year-old girl.
(This was taken from the last chapter.)
Then, when Daryl saw his sister crying and had officially let his guard down, she tackled him once more and did scary stuff to him. May saw the commotion and quickly pulled the rabid girl away.
Evelyn noticed her instantly. "HEY YOU'RE ASH'S GURL FWEEENNNNN!! HEY HEY YOU YOU I LIKE ASH'S GURL FWEENNN NO WAY NO WAY HE BETTER NOT TRY TO DUMP HER!!" she sang.
May blushed. Evelyn noticed this too, and she said, "HEYYY TOMATO BOY AND TOMATO GURRLLLL!!"
Charis giggled and Daryl quickly took his sister away from the 'girlfriend of the meanie'. Then he gingerly set her down before running off to Shan Leong's side.
May sighed. "Okay, I'll tell you a secret. I…I…um… kinda…I'm not Ash's girlfriend but… I…"
"What DID I want to tell?" May asked herself. The question that plagued her thoughts, her dreams, her mind. She actually dreamt of that very scene, every word coming out, word by word. May groaned.
"School's tomorrow, girl!" May shook off the dream. She lay on her bed and tucked herself in. "And that means Ash will be…there…"
She trailed off. How did THAT come out?
Ash. That name, it was bugging her every so often. Whenever her eyes rested on a basketball, a book, anything, that name would pop out of nowhere in her mind.
Then she would remember that goofy, trademark grin of his, how he would gobble up his food (May always remembered him buying a bottle of iced lemon tea and a plate of rice, complete with broccoli, carrots, and some fish. On Tuesdays he gets a nice, piping hot bowl of soup…) and all those fine little details of him that even Ash himself wouldn't notice.
These days, May thought, the whole week worth of holidays, she had been in front of the computer screen, online, with her messenger maximized such that it fit the entire screen. And she would wait. For that someone to come online.
May blushed. She had been doing that for the past consecutive days, for the past consecutive nights, and when Ash did come on, her heart would pound so much that she could see stars.
Once when Ash joked that he was gay to Drew, May started perspiring. In anger, in mock laughter, in jealousy. She got extremely mad over that. If Ash saw her face…he would never mention such a joke to her again. But yet, she struggled to remain silent, to keep her cool. And not to scream.
And those few incidents. After that dance class. During the learning journey. Why was she like that?
May could vaguely remember the time when she held Ash's hand. It felt so magical, like she could jump over not just the moon, but maybe the planets as well. She just felt like reversing back time. And staying there, with her hand in his, intertwined.
May looked at the mirror before her and realized she was really blushing hard. She laughed at herself, and then she closed her eyes, whispering one word. Ash.
But, little did she know, Ash felt the same way.
He was wide awake, nursing his bite marks, courtesy of the two maniacal cousins of his. He shuddered when the two 7-year-olds laughed at him being tackled down by Charis and Evelyn. They really know how to wrestle.
Ash made a mental note to self, never to bet against anyone of them if they were to ever enter a wrestling match. Betting against them would be stupid.
His thoughts wandered over to the young brunette which Evelyn had labeled "Ash's 'gurl fwen'" and "Ketchup girl". Or whatever she called him. He wasn't too sure.
He feebily ran his fingers on his arm, wincing thrice. He shuddered again when he remembered how the wounds gushed blood. The girls looked at the blood, labeled it as 'lava' and tried to slurp some.
At least their brothers were smart enough to stop their respective sister. Not to mention strong and brave enough. They had to grab their sister by the waist and then yanked them away from him.
Charis, if his memory did not deceive him, had jumped on her poor brother's back, yelling, "Piggy!". Poor guy.
Ugh, enough of that, Ash thought, shaking his head to show himself that he was over his traumatic experience.
His thoughts did not need to wander far to reach the young brunette, hanging upside down, soaked with coke. It was perplexing to him as to how she got up, but never mind that. He was the 48th in the school, but May got 47th.
They were both passionate about basketball. Though May didn't really say it aloud, her sapphire eyes told him how determined she was. He watched her play one-on-at least ten juniors, and the sheer determination, the ferocious spirit within her, and her thirst for winning, all of those qualities could be seen in her eyes, her face, her expression.
He noticed that before he got to know her better.
Now all he could see in her eyes was innocence, beauty…it was indescribable. If he had the vocabulary of some super English genius, perhaps he could find one word. No more than that, he was sure.
Ash loved the way she laughed, how she smiled, heck, even how she gobbled up her food faster than him. It was simply fascinating, just to watch her, to look deep within her eyes.
Perhaps people, innocent, dense ones like his 7-year-old male cousins, would consider this quite insane. Innocent, but not as dense ones like the two maniacal cousins Charis and Evelyn would probably consider this as a 'girlfriend and boyfriend' thing.
Evelyn should know, he thought, smiling, that just because they 'liked' each other, doesn't mean they had to be a couple.
Ash sighed. This was keeping him up lately. Did he like May?
He had no idea.
Ash looked at the clock. In the dark, he could see quite clearly it was 2.
"There's school tomorrow. Ugh, May would freak if she sees me looking like a zombie!" Ash paused for awhile, before blushing lightly. Imagine if he told May he was thinking about her, everyday.
He didn't know she felt the same.
Ash glanced over at the computer. "Well, it's a long time since I used it, so…"
He clicked on his Messenger, and signed in.
Only one person was online.
May Maple.
Ash panicked. After a few seconds, he quickly prompted her online with a casual "hi".
(Author's ever crappy note: Okay, I wanna make it fluffy, so whatever they're typing on Messenger would be inside a pair of brackets. Like this note, yeah?)
(Hey, didn't know you would be online.)
Ash smiled. She should get to know him better.
(Really? I go online at night, usually.)
"And what about you, May?" Ash asked the screen, before absorbing what he just did, talking to a screen.
Her answer popped out.
(Oh, I see, haha, didn't know that.)
Before Ash could think of something else to type, she said something else.
(Well, I'm just thinking. I thought maybe Solana hacked my account. So since I couldn't sleep I just checked.)
Ash remembered the time when Solana was using her laptop. Oh yes, the earthquake that was caused by an enormous bum.
He laughed.
(Oh, thinking? Me too. Wanna talk about it?)
He could sense May roll her eyes (somehow he could feel it). Then a reply:
(You may not believe whatever I'm saying.)
(No worries, May, I'll listen, then decide whether its worth my advice or comment.)
(Ash, you really wanna hear it?)
(Yeah. C'mon, we don't have all night. We have school, and we're due to wake up at 6.)
(I know, Ash…okay, I'll tell you. Don't interrupt. Thanks.)
Ash paused. He lifted his fingers from the keyboard, and he watched as he awaited her little story.
(I don't know why; I've been thinking of this guy lately.)
Ash felt like someone just punched him in the stomach.
(Well, everytime I look at anything related, or maybe not at all, his name just pops out in my mind.)
Ash received another mental blow to his stomach. "I have got to see someone about this punching thing…" Ash murmured sarcastically.
(Whenever I see those 'I love you' cards you see being sold at supermarkets, I just wish I could receive one from him. I now have a habit of reading all those cards. Some of them are so nice, I could've bought them if I were alone. And if I were more brave to just give it…do I like him or something?)
Ash somehow looked at the map of his neighborhood and found several supermarkets near his place. He noticed what he was doing, but he let it all go anyway.
(Well, I guess I've said a piece of my mind…what keeps you awake?)
Ash sighed. He decided to type something dumb.
(Thinking about how nice it would be to watch you finally lose to those juniors.)
He couldn't think of anything else.
(In your dreams, bucko.)
Ash laughed at the last line. He wanted to do the exact opposite. And he wanted to be there to share her joy. Perhaps he could add some joy to his own life by hugging her when she won again. And then, he would sweep her off her feet, and while cradling her in his very own arms, perhaps make his life 50 complete by just kissing her on the lips.
His teenage life would be full of bliss if she said that he was the one.
Then he heard footsteps. "Oh no. Must be my mum."
He quickly typed:
(Mum's coming. Have to sleep. You should go sleep too, princess.)
Why did he call her that again?
Her reply:
(If I'm princess, you'll be the prince who throws me on the bed and sings me a lullaby for a few bucks. Goodnight then, byes.)
Ash grinned as her status on messenger soon changed to 'appearing offline'. "My sweet, Princess May, sleep well."
He logged off, and, taking his last look at light for the night, he shut the computer off.
Then he quickly scurried to his bed, and shut his eyes.
Ash could hear the footsteps approaching, but he did not stir.
He felt her presence in front of his door, but he decided to ignore it. He quickly slept soundly, for the first time ever since the holidays started.
Ever since he saw May before him.
Gahh, cheesy! Princess?...never mind. Review!