I'm back! Well, wasn't that quick?
Again...not much to say...
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Disclaimer: I do not own ASOUE, but I do own Isadora's Diary. *evil grin*
Chapter 2:
I DON'T:
Tuesday, September 27th
I don't like him.
I don't like him.
I don't like him.
I DON'T LIKE HIM.
KLAUS CLARKE IS REALLY STARTING TO GET ON MY NERVES!
Is it really necessary for him to be so attractive? This isn't fair!
Is it really my fault I find him so attractive? No, it's not. If anything it's his parents fault I find him attractive at all!
Stupid parents.
Always got to give your children pretty features and such.
I 've been having this debate with myself for a couple of weeks now.
The Clarkes are English and they spent their summer vacation in London, visiting aunts and cousins and stuff. When they came back in August, I was practically mesmerized by Klaus's appearance. I never really noticed how AMAZING his eyes were! They're like a pale blue, but not too pale with a strong light in the middle. And his glasses are gone! But that's not all. He had gotten taller, broader (well, as broad as an almost fourteen year old can be) and his voice had gotten deeper.
Where's the dorky kid with glasses I used to know?
It was the morning of the first day of school when I saw him the way I described.
I. Was. About. To. Faint.
When Klaus, Violet, Quigley, Duncan and I were walking to the subway (we have to take a subway to get to school because we live in the city), I forced myself not to stare.
Of course, I was just so caught up on trying not to stare that I tripped over my own feet and fell flat on my face. Instead of laughing, like I thought he would, he helped me up and picked up my books for me…when did he get so sweet?
And that's not the only thing that's happened…
I saw him after my session with Mr. Snicket as I was walking home. He was kicking a soccer ball around his yard. Since it was only his appearance that changed, not his personality (although sometimes—not all the time – he was nicer to me than usual) or anything else that's supposed to be important when in a relationship, the butterflies I had when I saw him for the first time after two months looking like he came out a magazine were mostly gone.
Mostly. Not all.
Anyways, here's what happened:
I slowly made my way to where he was kicking the ball around. When the ball rolled over close to where I was, I kicked it back to him and said, "Hey, Stranger."
"Hey, Iz," he said, bouncing the ball on his knees. "How'd it go with Uncle Lemony?"
"Pretty good," I said, walking closer to him. "He took me to the store, bought a whole bunch of chocolate bars and then I helped him throw them at policemen. Speaking of which, your uncle and I are going into hiding in your basement for something we did that was apparently illegal. Don't tell anyone, 'kay?"
Klaus kicked the ball at me, "Psh, yeah right."
"Okay, we didn't throw them at policemen," I confessed, kicking the ball back. "But we did throw them at pigeons."
"No you didn't!"
"How do you know? Were you there?"
"I don't have to have been there to know!" he kicked the ball back.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because you're Isadora. You can't hurt anyone."
"I hit you all the time!" I protest.
"Yeah, but it never hurts."
"Oh yeah?" I said, picking the soccer ball up. "Watch." I threw the ball and it hit him squarely in the chest. He clutched his chest. "Okay, that hurt," he said with some pain in his voice, "That got me."
"Guys are such babies," I scoffed.
"Excuse me?" he said, one hand on his chest.
Instead of repeating myself, I stuck my tongue out at him.
He raised his fist as if to punch me, but I didn't flinch. "You can't hit me."
"Why not?" he asked, his fist lowered.
"Because you're Klaus. You're too weak," I taunted with a smirk.
"If I'm so weak," he said, wrapping his hand around my wrist, "get me to let go."
I tried to pry his fingers open, but he was strong. So I raised my trapped hand and bit him as hard as I could.
He yelped and let go and I took off running for my house. I didn't get very far, because Klaus came up and picked me up from behind. I yelled at him to put me down and attempted to kick him, forcing him to move backwards. He tripped over on his soccer ball, falling backwards to the ground. As we landed, he rolled me over to where he had me pinned to the ground.
It took me a second to realize how close we were, the tips of our noses touching. (Just a note, Klaus smells so good! Just…saying...) When he noticed as well, his laughing smile faded almost immediately. Suddenly, the butterflies that had left me were suddenly coming back all at once. Trust me, it does not feel good. It felt like I got hit by a cannonball and was falling through the clouds or something intense like that.
We lay there staring into each other's eyes (his AMAZING blue eyes!) for a few seconds that seemed to take forever! Talk about your embarrassing moments…
"I got to go.." he mumbled, getting up. He held out his hand to help me up and I accepted. We just stood there for an awkward second, and then we turned around and went our parted ways.
When I walked back in my house, Duncan met me by the door and started teasing me. "I saw you and Klaus! Are you dating now? That'd be so weird, because yesterday you called him a—"
I don't want to type what I called him...It'd had been one of those days we fought over stupid things…
I put the interruption dashes there because when he said it, I ran up to my room.
"ISADORA!" Duncan yelled at the top of his lungs, "QUIGLEY CALLED YOU A TRAMP!"
I slammed my door and threw my hairbrush at it, pretending the door was Quigley.
Jerk.
I lay down on my bed and tried to sleep for the longest time but, instead, I was just yelling at myself to not like Klaus.
The cannonball butterflies are still flying around though, no matter how hard I try to get my mind off him.
I tried slapping myself and popping myself with a rubber band every time I got that feeling or drifted to thinking of him in that way.
I don't suppose it'd help if I typed it repeatedly?
I don't like Klaus.
I don't like Klaus.
I don't like Klaus.
I DON'T.
And there is your chapter 2! Yay!
I'd have to say that Isadora's 'crush' on Klaus is focusing a bit too much on his looks, so the 'crush' isn't that real. But, things tend to happen...things that change other things if you know what I mean. ;)
But this story shouldn't be too much Kladora, so it won't be centered on that.
"Meg: WRONG: No chance, no way, I won't say it, no, no.
Muses: Give up, give in, check the grin you're in love
Meg: This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love..."
~ I Won't Say I'm In Love by Meg and the Muses (you know, those singing statue ladies :))
Bye everyone!
;)