Disclaimer: I own One Piece? Yeah, right. And boys can get pregnant. /They can't, if you're wondering/
Warnings: I have never written romance. And this is kinda long.
Oneshot 8.
Ex-es.
Annabella wailed quietly and stuffed another sickeningly sweet piece of chocolate in her already full mouth.
She was just miserable, and life sucked, and boys were stupid idiots who had only fighting and stupid things in their minds. And they were stupid.
She sobbed again as she watched L kill his cookie and eat it.
At least anime guys aren't that idiotic she thought with a strong feeling of rightfulness.
Well, except that one, Annabella glared at her YouTube suggestions. For some strange reason they included an One Piece video with the happy face of Luffy, the almost invincible rubber man, smiling like the idiot freak he was.
God how she hated that baka.
Anna blew her nose in the piece of toilet paper she used instead of a handkerchief.
Everything was just so stupid. And idiotic.
I hate my life she slurred trough the chocolate.
Annabella had been crying for so long that her head hurt with every movement she made, her throat ached despite (or because of) the ginormous amount of chocolate she had ate, and her nose felt like a tap her mother had once tried to repair.
It hadn't worked well.
Yup, her life sucked.
As the video of L and his adorable eating antics ended, Anna typed a name of a song in the search box and pressed enter. The heart-broken teenager put on her headphones and got ready for the ecstasy and forgetfulness that came with listening to her favorite bands best song only to be interrupted mid-click.
Her mother's loud yell indicated that the thirty and something (her real age was a well kept secret) year old woman needed one of her children for some reason.
As her younger brother was on a date with his most recent girlfriend (Anna couldn't resist muttering "jerk"), her mother obviously expected her to run and do whatever she needed.
Annabella sighted exasperatedly.
Couldn't they leave her alone for more than ten minutes?
Admittedly, she had spent last two and half hours watching random videos, but still, was a moment for herself too much to ask for?
After another just as exasperated sigh Anna replied her mom with a loud "I'm coming, I'm coming!" and paused the video before it could start.
The teenager searched for her pink flip-flops and gave up after finding one of them on the top of her computer's modem and having no idea where the other one was.
Annabella dropped her useless footwear and ran to her mother barefoot. If need be, she could find the other shoe, right now she had a mother to appease.
Again, the girl yelled "I'm coming already" and puffed as she arrived at the kitchen.
Why do we have such a big flat? Anna complained to herself. I only get dead tired when moving from one room to another and it is possible to become MIA while trying to tidy up. Not to mention the fact that the walls are so thin that I can hear my mother speaking loudly on the other side of the house.
Loudly, she said in a rather polite voice :"Yes, mum?"
"Ah, sweetie, there you are. I was wondering if you could do this tiny thing for me," her mother said with a sweet smile.
Annabella instantly became suspicious "What?" the teenager asked almost crossly. When her mother spoke in that sugar-sweet tone of hers, it was an obvious sign of [Caution! Caution!].
"I need you to hang the laundry," the smile didn't waver, just like Annabella's suspicion.
"Outside or inside?" the young girl still felt that there had to be some sort of trick. Just hanging laundry shouldn't deserve her mother's "creepy pedo smile" as her brother had put it.
"Outside," was her mom's response. "It's still in the washing machine, you'll have to take it out by yourself."
"Okay..." Annabella drawled and turned in the direction of their laundry room.
We don't even need a separate laundry chamber, Annabella complained to herself. It would be enough with the washing machine in the bathroom. And we don't even have a dryer! What's the point of a laundry room?
She opened the door and got into the small room.
Annabella pulled out the big plastic bowl from the wall closet, opened the washing machine and started putting all the clothes in the plastic container.
The teenager kept muttering to herself and occasionally cursing as she picked up the bowl (followed with a loud exclamation "My back!") and went in the garden to hang the laundry.
By the door Annabella considered for a moment if she should wear her own boots, but decided against it. Putting them on would simply take too much time and it wasn't like she was going to be out for more than ten minutes, so she hasty slipped her feet in dad's old garden boots (5 sizes too big) before staggering out of her apartment.
Why do we need to live at the third floor? the teenage girl wallowed in her misery as she blew a stray lock of non-descriptive dirty blonde hair out of her face.
Annabella was wheezing by the time she had came down the stairs. The girl held the bowl with one hand as she opened the door and was disappointed when she noticed the weather.
The sun shone brightly and there wasn't a slightest hint of a cloud.
Annabella hated that.
She wanted a storm, a blizzard, rain, thunder and wind that could grab the trees and pull them out with their whole roots. Or at least a gray and depressing day where the sky couldn't decide if it was going to rain soon or continue the small sizzling of rare and small drops.
Something, anything that would fit her feelings right now.
But noo, she got the fairytale weather with the exact amount of sunshine and soft wind blowing while the birds chirped jovially. They freaking chirped.
Annabella closed the door quietly (no need to make the old neighbors wake up in their posts at the windows to spy on her) and strode to the middle of her garden. The teenager dropped her bowl carelessly and sighed again.
Slowly, she bent down, this time holding in her exclamation of "my back". She really needed to see a doctor about it.
Annabella picked up the first piece of clothing that was on the top of the pile and stared at with a mixture of wonder and distaste. It was a neon green fur west with a pink lace in... unique places.
"Mum really likes wearing strange clothes, huh. " the teenager spoke out loud. "I wonder where she keeps digging those things out of. And what's the point of lace in... armpits?"
"Oh well, whatever. As long as she doesn't try to force me into wearing that stuff, I'm fine," she said, this time more quietly.
Sometimes Annabella did that. She found talking with yourself soothing. And, it made her forget E... things that she didn't want to remember.
The depressed teenager kept on hanging the laundry and muttering comments as the clothes kept getting stranger and stranger.
Finally, there was only one piece of cloth left. It was relatively normal, not that it was hard to be normal next to her mothers normal choice of clothing. The piece was a big, yellow, and woolen quilt with a pattern of tiny, violet flowers printed on it. Actually, it looked kinda cute.
"Okay then. Let's finish this!" Annabella exclaimed a bit louder than she had meant to and glanced around before picking up the quilt. To Annabella's surprise it was heavier than it looked. She picked up one corner with both of her hands, raised it above her head, and placed it over the slightly bent rope.
The quilt flopped back to the ground.
Guess I'll have to deal with this the hard way, the girl thought somberly as she picked up the quilt and shook it to get the grass off. To Annabella's chagrin, the birds chirped even more jovially and the sun shone even brighter as she tried to raise the quilt above her head. Tried, as it was very heavy.
With a resigned sigh Annabella used her head to support the quilt, only to hold in an angry scream when her hands gave in and the woolen quilt plopped on her head, covering her from head to toes.
Darn it! It is too big, too heavy and too woolen. I mean, it is made from wool! Are those things even supposed to be hanging on a rope? Annabella thought so loud, that even that annoying bird chirping seemed to get quieter.
Come to think of it, the birds had finally stopped chirping. Instead had came the sound of... wind blowing and a strange splashing sound?
With difficulty, Annabella threw the quilt off of her.
The blue sky hadn't changed, but everything else... well, had. Changed, that is.
Annabella was on a small ship in a middle of a sea. Which meant that the light blow of wind had turned into rather powerful breeze, the chirping of birds had been replaced by random cries of sea gulls and...
And in front of her was her ex-boyfriend Edward, talking animatedly with a certain Straw Hat wearing boy.
*a flasback*
Annabella apologized profusely as she blushed an awful shade of red and helped the blonde boy pick up his pencils and manga. She had been walking on the street while holding open her literally five minutes ago bought manga with one hand and carrying all her other books in a bag, and had noticed the slightly-taller-than-her boy a moment too late - when she ran into him and, as if running into a person wasn't enough, fell on him in such a way that her forehead hit against the boy's jaw, not to mention the fact that both her own books and the books the blonde had been holding were dropped to the ground. Not to mention the pencils scattered on the ground.
"Hey, do you-"
"Are you-"
Both of them lapsed into a silence simultaneously as their gazes met.
"You start-"
"You start-"
Now this is just plain awkward thought Annabella as she stared at the handsome boy who stared right back at her.
She kept quiet and picked up her other dropped books, while the blonde did the same with his own. With a surprise, the girl noted that most of them were various volumes of One Piece.
"So..." Annabella resorted to small talk. "One Piece?"
The boy smiled brightly as he continued picking up the books, "Yes. They- that is- well, it's my favorite."
"Well, I most certainly see the charm." responded the girl as she handed the boy a manga that had been open on a page of Luffy "digging gold" in his nose.
"Oh really?" joked the boy,"Well, what's your name?"
"Annabella."
"I'm Edward."
"Oh..."
"So," Edward's face suddenly became serious, "You know, my phone has a problem."
"Hmm?" Annabella inquired with a look.
The boy grinned, "It doesn't have your number."
*another flashback*
A quiet chirp indicated that Annabella had a new message. With a smile, the girl opened and read it, laughing quietly.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her.
"Watcha doing?"
"Dam, Tina, you scared me!" Annabella almost barked at her classmate.
"Sorry." Tina, the bubbly blonde, didn't seem sorry at all, "Still, what are you doing?"
Annabella smiled and a light blush dusted her cheeks, "I'm sms-ing with a friend."
"A friend?" Tina's smile was as suggestive as possible.
"Yes. A friend."
"And by what name does this friend go by?"
"Mister McCreepy-Pants," Annabella answered with her ultimate poker face.
For a moment, there wasn't a sound in the normally noisy classroom. Then, it was filled with loud and boisterous laughter.
"So, it's a boy?" Tina wriggled her eyebrows and grabbed Annabella's phone.
"Hey, give it back! And we're just friends!"
"So, what to write... L-e-t's m-e-e-t u-p. T-o-m-o-r-r-o-w :) Send."
*aand another flashback.*
*brinngg*
"Yes? Oh, hi, Tina."
"Mhm. And why are you calling me?"
"Yup, it was pretty fun."
"Nah. Actually, we really had fun. I mean, we have quite a few similar interests, but not too many, and then he has the cutest smile, and he is so funny... and gentleman-y... and cute... and nice...*dreamy sigh*"
"Hey, why are you laughing!"
"Stop that!"
"Yes, we have been going out for two months, but-"
"Yes, I think-"
"Hahaha"
"Whatever, I'm hanging up on you."
*the last flashback*
Tina picked up her phone
"Haļo?"
"Ann, calm down."
"Shh, I'll be ."
"Now, now girly. What's wrong?"
"YOU DID WHAT?"
"I'm not yelling. Now, why did you break up?"
"I know this has been the greatest year in your life, get on with it."
"Yes, I rolled my eyes."
"And now again."
"..."
"Mhm."
"Aha."
"Huh?"
"You mean you broke up because of a simple argument?"
"Yes, I facepalmed."
"You've been going out for a year, what does it matter that he said that One Piece is better that Fairy Tail?"
"Ouch. He really called you a fairytard? And said that Fairy Tail is a stupid manga with an awful plot, shitty fights and fan service to max?"
"Mhm."
*baack to the present*
As Annabella lived through her flashbacks in a matter of seconds, a shudder went down her back.
The girl looked down on her pants... to see a hand stuck in her pant's pocket.
And the hand was connected to a girl with a ginormous bust and a guilty expression.
"Argh, a small-chested girl!"
"Argh, a monster without a soul!"
AN
Finally, finished it!
I hope no-one is confused by the phone calls in the flashback, or annoyed by the flashbacks themselves.
Next one might be up at around Christmas. :)
Thanks Vendelareader, SeaDevil and kage kitsune 14 for reviewing, and kage kitsune 14 for favoriting.
01/12/12 ~21:40
Next time: Eaten.
On a side note, I almost got to go to Sweden (There is this maths, chemistry and physics Baltic Olympiad thing...) Oh well, will probably go next year to the one in Sankt Peterburg~
24/12/12 edit- corrected some typos