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~Chapter 2~
Friends
A week later, I sat at a table outside my favorite café with a cup of coffee and my laptop. Today I wore a pair of dark jeans with a pale, light blue top that made my eyes look more blue than green. I was unaware of my surroundings as I stared at my computer screen, proofreading my English assignment.
"Is this seat taken?"
"No, go ahead." I said as I looked up. I did a double take as Spitfire took the seat across from me. "Whoa! Where'd you come from?"
He laughs at my reaction. "Am I not aloud to venture outside my salon?" he asks with a smile.
I frown. "Ha ha. Very funny."
A blushing waitress came over and asked Spitfire if he would like to order anything. I rolled my eyes and looked back at my computer, to absorbed to hear his answer. A few minutes later, she came back with a cup of coffee and placed it in front of Spitfire. He thanked her, smiling. I swear she would have fainted on the spot if her boss hadn't called her back over.
"I still don't know how you deal with it." I said looking over my screen at him, my fingers skimming over the keyboard. He smiled and took a sip of his coffee. "Perhaps I just have more patience than you."
I rolled my eyes as I took a sip of my own coffee, making a face as the bitter, warm liquid passed my lips. Spitfire noticed. "What's wrong? Don't like coffee?" he teased.
"I hate it." I said simply.
"Then why drink it?" he asked.
"It keeps me awake."
Spitfire smiled and shook his head. He must have notice that my attention wonder back to my laptop because he asked, "What are you doing?"
"Working on my English assignment."
He raised an eyebrow. "You're a student?"
I nodded. "I go to the university on the other side of town."
"Huh. I would've pegged you as a high school student with your maturity level."
I gaped at him. What do you know? Mr. Nice guy can be sarcastic. "Well, old timer," I replied, recovering, "I'll have you know I'm twenty years old."
"Hey! I'm not that old! I'm only twenty-five!"
I laughed as he pouted at me. He sighed and changed the subject. "So what are you writing?"
"It's just a short story."
"A story?"
"Yeah. I'm majoring in English so I can be a writer."
"Do you mind if I take a look?" he asked. I shook my head and turned the screen towards him so he could read it. When he was done he turned my laptop back. "It's good." He said impressed.
Surprised, I blushed. "Thanks." I said softly.
"You're blushing." He said, resting his head on one hand.
This only made my blush darken. "No. Really? I hadn't noticed." I said sarcastically. I took a breath, calming myself down and tried to fight down my blush. "I just wasn't expecting the praise, okay? I don't show my work to a lot of people."
"Why not?" he asked, genuinely confused.
I shrugged. "I guess I'm just shy when it comes to my writing."
Spitfire raised an eyebrow. "You shy?"
"Oh, shut up." I said, lightly kicking his leg under the table. He laughed. "It's just when I write, I don't know, it's like my feelings are in total control. I'm free to do whatever I want, and I don't have to be scared of what I can't do. I don't really know how to explain it. It just makes me feel free…" I stopped, realizing that I was rambling. "Sorry," I said quickly, "That probably sounded really stupid just now."
To my surprise, he shook his head, a gentle smile on his lips. "No. Everyone has something like that. It's not stupid."
I looked at my lap. "Thanks."
I put my laptop away, saving my work. I swung my legs around so that they weren't under the table. Instead of wearing shoes, I wore A-Ts. That's why I was outside the café. I don't compete on a team or anything; I just use them to get around. Spitfire noticed and looked up at me, surprised.
"You ride A-Ts?" he asked.
I nodded. "Only for about five months. It's a good thing I used to do gymnastics, the tricks come in handy."
"Are you on a team?"
I raised an eyebrow, resting my head in my hand. "Why? Are you recruiting, Mighty Flame King?" When he stared at me eyebrows raised, I laughed. "What? You have hundreds of fangirls and you didn't think one of them would try to dig up some dirt on you? Word spreads fast on campus." I gave him a crooked smile. "No, I'm not on a team. I just use them to get around. It's more exciting to fly through the sky than it is to walk on the ground."
Spitfire smiled at me and stood, offering me his hand. Confused, I looked at him questioningly. "Let's fly together." I looked at his feet and saw that he too wore A-Ts. I smiled and took his hand. He put some money on the table for his coffee (I had already paid for mine) and I grabbed my bag. I let him guide me out of the café and for the first few minutes of our flight. When I let go of his hand and our eyes held each others for a moment.
We smirked, the unspoken challenge sent. The race through the sky was on.
~0*0~
Spitfire won the race, of course.
I sat on a bench in the park we had stopped at, trying to catch my breath.
"You're not too bad, for a beginner."
I looked up to see Spitfire standing over me with a can of juice in each hand. He offered me one. I took it smirking.
"You're not too bad yourself, for a King."
He smiled and took a seat next to me, spreading his arms over the back of the bench. I took a swig of my juice and leaned my head back so that it rested on his arm. With a quick glance over at him, I knew he didn't mind.
It was strange; I hadn't known him for very long, but I felt really comfortable around him.
"Hey, Spitfire?" I asked softly.
"Hmm?"
I turned my head to the side so I was looking at him. "Why do you ride A-Ts?"
He paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then he turned to me, a soft smile gracing his features. "For the same reason you write, I suppose."
I smiled back at him, laughing lightly. "So A-Ts are your "something", as you put it."
He nodded, taking a sip of his juice. I changed positions so that my head rested in the crook of his arm, rather than just on it. I noticed him smiling down at me from the corner of my eye as I watched the sky.
~0*0~
We ended up hanging out the whole day and exchanging phone numbers and emails at the end of it. We've hung out a couple times since then.
A few weeks later, I was sitting in a lecture hall at the university, waiting for class to start, when Yoko bounced up to me.
"So how long have you two been dating?" she asked, an excited glimmer in her eye.
I turned to her, eyebrows raised. "Excuse me?"
Yoko pulled out her phone and showed me a picture on it. It was of me and Spitfire. We were walking down the street, laughing about something. Going by what we were wearing, the picture was taken from when we hung out two days ago.
I sighed, rubbing my temples, trying to keep my patience. "Where did you get that?"
"I took it when I saw you two from across the street." She said smugly. I raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't worry, I haven't shown anyone else, and I don't plan on it."
"Good." I replied. "And we're not dating."
She stared at me, mouth hanging open. I pushed it closed for her. "Why are you so eager anyway? I thought you liked him."
Yoko recovered and flapped her hand at me. "It's just a silly crush. It's like obsessing over a rock star you know you will never have." She sighed dreamily and I rolled my eyes. Yoko went back to being serious. "But YOU, have a chance to have him."
"Yoko, we're just friends."
She crossed her arms over her chest stubbornly. "I don't believe you."
I sighed, but our argument was put on pause as our professor walked in and started class. Yoko slipped into the seat next to me, sending me stern glances throughout the entire lecture. When it was over, we both stood to leave and Yoko grabbed my arm.
"Hey, Yoko, what--"
"We are going to the café, and you are going to tell me when this started and what exactly has been going on."
I groaned. "Yoko, I told you, we're not dating!"
Before she could argue back, our professor called me over. When I reached her, she handed me back my most recent story. It had an almost perfect mark on it. She smiled at me.
"You're really improving, Sarah." She told me.
I blushed. "Oh, thanks."
"So has something good happened in your life?"
I gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"
"Your writing, for most of your recent works anyway, has been very upbeat, happy." She explained.
I smiled. "Well I guess you could say I'm really happy with the way my life is going right now."
She returned my smile. "I'm glad to hear it. Keep up the good work, I actually grade yours myself you know." She winked at me. "That'll be our little secret."
I laughed. "Sure thing. Thanks, Professor."
I waved to her as I ran to catch Yoko as she exited the room.
~0*0~
Another couple of months have pasted, and Spitfire and I were still hanging out. We have gotten really close, actually, and Yoko teases me about it to no end. One of the snobbier girls in our class, Mika, overheard us arguing about him in class and scoffed. Like we would actually know Spitfire.
I just rolled my eyes and ignored her, which I think just pissed her off more because she huffed and stomped off. I guess she was one of the more dedicated fangirls. It amazed me how girls in college clung to the high school cliques like a lifeline. You'd think they would have something better to do. Guess not.
Spitfire taught me a lot about his world, the A-T world. He told me about kings and their regalia. He told me a little about a team called Sleeping Forest that he used to be on, but there was some sort of disagreement and the team split up. He even told me about this new team called Kogarasumaru.
He also taught me some tricks, and I've improved a lot on my A-Ts.
Anyway, I've let Yoko tag along a couple times when I go to see Spitfire. The first time, she pretty much melted. Her "crush" was still very much alive. But she managed to calm down later and act like a normal person. She told me she would back off so we could be together.
She doesn't seem to grasp that there isn't a "we". But she still insists. Best friends are annoying.
Still, the more I think about her words, the more merit they seem to have. I'm still not sure if there is a "we", but I know that I feel very strongly about Spitfire. I'm not telling Yoko, though, because I would never hear the end of it.
End of second chapter! Lot long than the first it was.
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