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2009-01-02T01:02:00.000-08:00

Down the Street I Met Him

Written by: Haejin

Chapter 1

Once Upon a meeting…

It was a dazzling 4pm that I was going down the street I always take to go home. I have my blue sling back on my right shoulder, hanging across my body, and a file case that carries my papers.

It was a street that I can never avoid when going home, it was a one-way street, in more ways than one. It goes all the way down, or all the way up. And my house is at the end. So it’s either you go up, or you go down. I feel so lucky for those who live at the upper part of the street, for it was straight and flat.

As I was saying, I was going down the street that I always take to go home staring at the green mango trees, and tricycles that I pass by as I go. When around the middle, the path where it separates the steep part and the flat part, I see a guy, wearing black pants with blue converse chucks, wearing a white fitted sleeveless-shirt with the words “pandagree” what? A parody of pedigree? His hair is divided at the right side of his head, one side, down like bangs the other up like an anime character’s hair, both of his hands inside his pant’s pockets.

His posture is of a man around seventeen, with jet black hair and a gorgeously built body.

Have I seen him before? I think I did. I wonder where I have.

As I pass by him, I eye him, trying to remember where I have seen him, as I notice him staring at me while I pass by him.

“Marielle?” He pronounced slowly. So I turned to look at him. Stopping a few steps ahead of him.

“Um… me?” Obviously this is weird. The sun was still out there, the very little sunlight shines on his face as they pass through leaves of the mango tree.

“Yeah you, do you remember me?”

“Pardon? I’m sorry.”

His face was rather indescribable... it was quite funny, really. At first there was frustration in his face, then a smirk appears, and later on he grins before showing frustration again. Then after all this, he looks at me intently...and smiles.

He detached himself from the cement wall he was leaning against. Slowly walking towards me he removed his hands from his pockets and… grabbed the top of my head.

Leaning down to kiss me. Due to shock, I dropped my file case, hitting the ground, the plastic cover shattering and scattering all of the paper in it.

As his lips touched mine. Flashbacks reigns over my brain, and it gets dug up just to remember this. This pair of lips.

It’s freaking Elmer, who stole my first kiss 4 years ago. He was only 13 year old and he knew how to kiss. He promised me he’ll meet me again, after 4 years. And it was… real.

“Stop,” I pushed him away. I wasn’t literally sure if I loved him or not. And now that’s a big disturbing question roaming around my head. It was his return, that sparked all of this. Again.

“Do you remember me now?” A humongous up to his ear grin forms on his face.

“I don’t, now go away.”

“Do you want me to do it agai—“

“I remember! Don’t do it again, ever,” He was pissing me off.

“I’m studying at your school, I’ll meet you soon,” He told me. This very own fact surprised me that it made me turn, dropping all of my things.

“WHAT?” Is all I can say, my mouth dropping open in a gape, And the wind blowing past my face, the leaves of the mango trees dancing… And my papers flying.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” He told me and then smiled. This, is the worst.

He disappeared from my view, finally gathering myself, forgetting that, there were at least 4 – 7 people who saw everything that happened, and a few kids whom I teach Dance helps me pick up the scattered paper all around and the papers that were blown away by the sudden gust of wind.

“Whoa, that was hot, Mari, did you know him?” Uncle Uncle said. You heard it right, Uncle Uncle, because his name was RinUNCLEsio, you pronounce it like pistachio, Reen-ahngkelsho, weird right.

“You heard the whole conversation, don’t let me repeat,” I answered him. I feel the burning hot sensation from my shoulders up to my cheeks as I hide my blush with my hair.

“Marylle! Will you go teaching later?” I heard, a very familiar voice, and my name just changed.

“It’s Marielle, dear Vidina, and yes, I will be teaching later, I’ll see you at the studio,” I told 6 year old female hip hop student Vidina, and waved. “Don’t hurt yourself okay?”

Finally, after a few minutes of procrastinating, brain twisting, and picking up papers, I managed to get them all back, and decided to venture down to my house.

Walking patiently, passing by ‘awed’ people, and then using my keys to get in my house.

“I smell… burning pastries,” I rushed inside the terrace, dropped my things in a chair, running towards the kitchen.

“MOM! Do you want ashes for a house tonight?” Putting my hands on my waist, and sighing as I look at my dark faced mother, panting and heaving after fighting the smoke off… the roasted cookies. “Didn’t I tell you not to use the oven when I’m not here?”

“Well I’m sorry honey pie. I just thought it would be fun,”

Which mother thinks that burning down your own house is fun?

“Mom… Clean this up, now, please.” Now I had more things to think off when I get to bed.

Now, wait. If that man is back in the neighborhood. Is he living…?

I rushed upstairs to my room and opened the window that goes directly to a small balcony, and was shocked to see him there seated by his table reading a book.

Chapter 2

The horror is terrifying

“Hi there,” He told me and waved a hand. Crap. My next door, no, next-window, neighbor.

I quickly closed the windows and pressed my back at the closed window frames.

“How much bad luck do I have to endure?” I told myself. When all of a sudden the window behind me opens and lets me fall to the arms that opened it.

“Are you okay, Princess?” Elmer asked. Do you have anything cheesier than that? It sends bad vibes and bad memories to my brain.

“I’m fine, Thank you, thanks to the idiot who opened the window, and the macho man who caught me,” It was easier to just say, Thank You Elmer. But, long phrases are what he hates the most.

“Just, Elmer,” He told me. I told you so. Silence conquered us, remaining on the same catching position; my back starts to hurt now, so I slowly stand up and face him as he stands on my balcony. His mouth opens.

“Did you miss me?”

“Who would?” Seriously I totally forgot about him.

“You forgot me huh?” Those fortune-told-like lines, are very well said, that’s what I like about you.

Wait, did I just say I like him? What?

“Pfft,”

“Wh-what? What’s wrong with you?” I asked him, I just made a funny expression right now didn’t I?! Stupid Stupid Marielle.

“Your face, it’s been long… pfft.”

“Don’t hold your laughter in, just make me a laughing stock go on, go ahead,”

“Your shocking face, it’s the best ever, your eye brows go facing each other, like a devil’s horn gone wrong, and you bite your lower lip, then you close your eyes, very, very, memorable.” Saying those words, half-laughing but I felt like he’s still not finished. “I missed them a lot,”

With those last sincere words, I felt a pang! Go into my heart. Did I miss him too?

“Well,”

“Yup?” He looked at me, raising both of his eye brows. He didn’t really learn how to raise one eye brow all this time?

“I missed you too,” I muttered lowly. Good thing he didn’t hear.

“What?”

“I’m hungry, want to go eat over?”

“It’s been a long time since I tasted Aunt Marina’s cooking, I won’t pass on that,” He answered giving me a big grin and made a step over my window wall and in my room, while I gave him a stop sign.

“Use the door.”

“Why?”

I looked at him weirdly and raised one of my eyebrows.

“She might misunderstand us, coming right out of my room,”

“I guess that won’t be normal anymore,” He leaned closer to my face. “Unless, we really did something we wanted to prove,”

“Why you—“
”I’ll go dress up, I’ll see you at dinner!” He told me, going back to his room and closing his own window.

“Don’t GO! EVER!” Now I just told him to go away.

This is damned. Its 5:30pm now, I guess I have to go and teach the kids a dance.

I half-jogged to the dance studio that was owned by Elmer’s parents, now isn’t this kind of cruel? Now He’ll see me teach young kids how to dance, -insert sarcasm- how I just love it by then. I saw the kids happily warming up inside as I take a peek from outside through the glasses. I see Mr. Macho man who caught me teaching them how to properly do a jumping jack.

“You start with your arms beside your body, and your feet close to each other, when you start to jump, you open your feet and clap above your head. With Straight arms.”

Magnificent, now they have an instructor brother and an instructor sister. Wait, when did he learn how to dance?

“Wow, that’s very good! Who’s your dance instructor?”

“Marielle!!”

Oh Dear.

“Really? Do you mind if I teach you dance with her?”

“Sure! What is your name Mister?” Young Vidina asked.

“Me? I’m Elmer. And you?”

“I’m Vidina!”

This is very overwhelming. I decided to enter and interrupt the fun. And throw a death glare at Elmer’s back.

“Since when did you learn how to dance?” I asked him glaring.

“Oh c’mon, did you forget how I used to dance with you?” He told me, closing the gap between us. “Kissing you and all,” This made me blush a lot. When did he grow so tall?

“S-STOP! There are kids here, let’s just get started alright?” I told him as the kids looked at us with interest.

“Elmer and Marielle, sitting on a tree K-I-S-S-I—“ Pomie was singing, she was the oldest of the bunch. And I just had to interrupt her with a shriek that I didn’t purposely do. It was because of SOMEONE’s hand who tapped my butt.

“Marielle, is Elmer your boyfriend?” 8 year old male pop dancer Chris asked, looking from me to Elmer.

He gave Chris a grin, flashing his super white teeth.

“No, No, you’re misunderstanding,” I answered but he kept on smiling.

“Okay kids, today I’m teaching a mixture of the basics and a new technique,” I told them as I clap my hands.

“Just keep your pervertedness to yourself, we still have teens coming right after this,” I whispered to Elmer. I hope he’s listening to me.

“The more I can harass you,” He told me.

“You’re pissing me off.”

“You’re so cute,”

“Grr,” I stomped out of his sight and taught the whole class the dance but he followed, watched, and helped me assist the kids.

The clock struck 6:00pm, time for the teens. They ranged from 13 – 17, while the child division ranges from 6 – 12.

“Ma—“
”Don’t. Talk to me.”

“Psh—Cruel,”

“Is cruelty to animals this bad?”

“Yup, I’m your animal, a vile creature who wants you,”

“Yiihiii~~” My head turning automatically towards where I heard the cheers are coming from. It’s the group of Teens we need to teach.

“Tsk tsk, Marielle, finally finding a man who can take her on? Is this a miracle or what?” Angie told me clinging to her boyfriend Andy. She’s my classmate, and also one of my students; she’s a very good jazz dancer.

“Hi there, my name’s Elmer. I’ll be your classmate starting tomorrow, glad to make your acquaintance,” He told them. Now this man is befriending my friends.

Exactly I don’t know what’s wrong with me, procrastinating like this in my mind. Right now seeing him befriend my friends is bothering me a lot. Did I tell them something about him years ago? That I should be careful not to mention him to them… or what?

“So you’re Elmer, the Childhood friend?” Lawrence asked him. He’s from another class at school, he’s a break dancer, my, ex-boyfriend.

“Well yes, indeed I am, Right Liza?” Elmer said and leaned over Lawrence’s back where Liza was standing, sending a text message with her mobile phone.

“Yup, Of Course, and Welcome back Home brother,” And that reminds me, Liza IS Elmer’s younger sister. Now what have I forgotten? Ah right, I forgot to ask her, when he’ll be back. But wait, WHY would I?

“Well, so who dumped who?” Elmer had asked practically, when Lawrence just walked and reached in-front of us.

“What do you know?” I asked him, half-glaring at him. Though Lawrence might not be the first guy that I loved. I still haven’t recovered.

“I know everything, from a third person’s point of view,” He answered me, almost arrogantly. That it got on my nerves.

“So you’re just a plain gossiper who wants to gossip about other people’s life then?” I tried to strengthen my voice, to make him hear, that he doesn’t give a damn with my life.

“We’re not going anywhere, I’ll see you at dinner,” His eyes were dark, his shoulder were broad as he turned his back at me. He walked away slowly, never giving off a sound from his foot steps. Softly backing off a fight. Then this is another aspect of him that I like. He never wants us to quarrel.

Right outside of the dance studio, I looked at him. He kept on scratching his head.

“You’re so stupid,” I read from his mouth. Thanks for my talent in mouth reading. “You shouldn’t have said that, you only wanted to boast out your ‘childhood friend-ness’ I hate that braggart Lawrence,” I giggled a little, so little that my students aren’t able to notice.

They kept being quiet. They stared at me, and Lawrence, and at the door, where Elmer had passed going out. When I glanced at the window, Elmer was now gone.

Well about what he had asked, it was actually a little bad of a first boyfriend experience for me.

I continue teaching them the dance that was scheduled for today, the awkward atmosphere, has been long gone since Elmer left the room. Until we finish at around 7:04pm.

It was Lawrence who broke up with me, because he was cheating on me. Weird right? I knew he was cheating on me. And all I do was become a hypocrite and ignore it. When we became a couple, he started dating a 16 year old girl, who’s prettier, and sexier than I am.

After 5 months of being us, he broke up with me and told me, “I’m sorry, Mari, but I don’t love you anymore, let’s break up,” And I said yes. I always knew it would come. So I agreed to his proposed break up. And it did me better, but for a few days, a few weeks. I was like, a zombie.

Liza, was a witness of all these happening, no wonder Elmer was informed about this. I don’t regret her presence being there, but I want to know why. Why Elmer was so interested, and was so pissed off.

Without realizing time passing by, we had overtime to 7:15pm so I quickly dismissed them, not to miss tonight’s dinner. Well not because Elmer was there, because I’m hungry.

I came home and found all of them rounded at our square table, with my younger sister Kristel, waving at me with both hands, and pointing at the empty chair in-front of her, which is beside Elmer’s. Golly Great.

“Hey,” He said to me, flashing me a smile.

“Hey,” I answered him, dropping my bag at a nearby chair, and rushed up to my room to get changed out of my sweaty clothes.

After changing clothes, I half-sprinted down the stairs when I heard them talking.

“I’m actually surprised you returned earlier than you’re supposed to go back, What’s the reason?” My father asked.

“Well yes, I was scheduled to return here when I turn 21. I just made a surprise comeback, and everything, cause I missed everything in this place,” He answered.

“So how was your province? Did you find any girls of your type?” My Mother asked this time. Stupid. Stupid Mom, of course he di—

“No.” His answer was abrupt. No?

“No? Why not?” Kristel asked him this time, the silence has come. It was deafening.

“There was no one in that place that ties with the woman who was already in my heart,” He answered them. Those words, made my heart skip a beat, and I felt like a blush creeping to my face. Even if it’s not me. Did I just like what I heard? Impossible. I feel like I’m blushing. Now how am I going to go down the there?

“I’ll go get her,” I think I heard him say that, so I immediately went down the stairs, stepping wrongly on a step, I landed over him.

“Ouch,” My head hit his broad shoulders, while his arms are wrapped around me over-protectively.

“Are you good?” He asked me.

“Are you stupid? You hit your head.” I whispered on his ear.

“As long as you’re good, then I’m better than you,”

“You’re an idiot,” I told him and struggled from his grasp. Rolling to my side, and I got up.

“My, my, don’t you think it’s getting hot here dear?” Mom said while flapping her right hand in-front of her face like she’s sweating so much.

“Well, Mom, I’m sorry for falling off the stairs,” Sarcasm escaping my mouth.

“And thanks to the Macho Man who caught me,” I saw one coming.

“Just Elmer,” He told me standing up to go back to the dining table. That, I saw that one coming.

The dinner went smoothly. It was past 8pm when we finished eating and was now having a dessert of Rocky road ice cream.

“So thisgirl in your heart, who is it?” Mom asked again. My, mom, aren’t you a curious bee?

“That,” This is making me nervous. His face is indescribable, later then his expression becomes a smile. “Is a secret.” And he glances at my side, winking at me.

“Huh?” Not knowing, that I had said that, all heads were on me.

“Sister! What do you mean, huh? What’s wrong?” Kristel asked me. Something must’ve been REALLY wrong with me.

“No! No, nothing’s wrong, why? What did I do?” For a second there my mind went blank, and I seriously spaced out. I don’t usually space out. I guess something might really be happening to me, that I’m not conscious of.

“Anyway, Aunt, Uncle, I’ll go now, I’ll see Marielle later on the balcony,” He stood up, shot me a sweet look and went to the door. “Thank you very much for the awesome dinner! I’ll be glad to come over again sooner or later,”

Don’t come back. It gives me the chills, the creeps, and the sweets? What? I’m going insane. I think sleeping will help me go through this.

After changing my clothes, preparing for bed, I switched off the lights. Suddenly, there’s just the moon’s light passing through the now open window, with the curtains swaying in my room with the soft breeze of the wind blowing it. In a matter of seconds I hear creaks of footsteps coming from it, and there he is. Elmer.

“Hey,” He told me and raised a hand signaling for a ‘Hi.’

“Seriously, are you a lizard?” I told him. He’s really irritatingly cool.

“Why do you say that?” With the slight lighting from the moon, I saw his eye brow twitch.

“Cause you’re grips too strong to open the window from outside, because the handle is in.” Seriously. He could pass off as a thief.

“Well, I know that you’ll always leave the handle, unhooked for me.”

“To be honest, you broke it yesterday,”

“Don’t be kidding me. There wasn’t a hook at all,”

He was too sharp. And he was right. There wasn’t a hook on the window at all. Just… a handle. I sighed in defeat. I looked at him helplessly. Cringing at his grin, staring at his white teeth. He’s now wearing a sleeveless black shirt that fit to his body and green shorts.

“So, what is it?”

“Is it bad to just see you, before I sleep? So I dream of you,”

“Pervert.”

“I’m not thinking of those things.”

“Liar,”

“I’ll tell you when I need to think about them.”

“Don’t tell me it’s grossing me out.”

“Then, I won’t tell you,”

This is truly tiring me, its 8:30pm, I’m past my body’s curfew for sleeping, usually at 8pm I’m down at the sack already. I slowly closed by eyes, and staggered a little. I have a drowse syndrome. It was a syndrome where you get dizzy and stagger a little when you’re mind and body are both tired for the day. You can call it the opposite of Insomnia. There are bad cases for me, when I just suddenly collapse, and down boom, I’m sleeping. I also have low blood pressure, and then it’s all the same in the morning.

“Save this for later, I need to sleep,” I told him, closing my eyes, and slowly sitting on the side of my bed.

“If I can, I will,” he answered me, showing me that playful grin.

“I’m really tired. Elmer.”

“Oh yeah, you have Low Blood Pressure,”

“You know I do. Now go away.”

“No, until I see you sleep,”

“Alright, good night,” He stood there, still grinning. I stared at him for a while, trying to open my eyes.

Chapter 3

And so on…

I crept up to my bed, and pulled up my covers. And slept. It was a good day. Though having low blood pressure doesn’t change anything, I still feel the same like last night’s.

“How long will you keep on sleeping?” a sheer voice asked me. I opened one of my eyes and looked.

There stood Elmer, wearing our school’s uniform, 2 buttons at the top of his polo open seeing a clear view of his white undershirt. His weird and messy hair, now brushed up like a nerd’s and he has eyeglasses. That was it. That’s what is different. He wasn’t wearing any eye glasses. That’s why I didn’t recognize him.

“Were you wearing contacts yesterday?” I asked him, groggy, standing up and grabbing a towel.

“I am, why do you ask?” He answers me, cocking his head to one side, crossing his arms in-front of him. I’d noticed he was wearing a body bag that hangs from his left shoulder to his right side.

“You look better in them, why are you wearing glasses now?”

“Because I don’t want to look good at school,”

“Why?”

“I only want to look good in-front of you.”

I forgot my words, practically maybe because when I heard that I had already slammed the bathroom door behind me. Look good for me? For what? Impressing me? What’s the use? This man truly is weird.

I went out of my bathroom fully dressed for school, when I see him sitting on my bed staring at a picture of us on my bed side table. I saw a smile crept to his face.

“What are you smiling at?”

“You kept this.”

“I did. So what?”

“I didn’t know you cherished this too much.”

It was a photo we took when he had saved me from falling into a deep pond. We were covered with banana leaves, and dirt. It was Mom and Dad’s idea to take it as a remembrance, that it was a near-death experience, and I was right out saved from it by a child-hood friend.

“It’s just to commemorate that I’m still alive,”

“Do you think it’s a good idea to go to school together?”

I kept on talking to him as I prepare my things for school. 6:45am alright, still got a long time to prepare.

“Have you eaten breakfast?”

“Yeah, well I’ll wait for you down stairs, it’ll be awkward for them to see me from your room, See you later.”

“Thank God, you thought of that.”

“I’m smarter than you think I am,”

He went out the window, then into his room. He disappeared then. Ever since he came back, which was yesterday. I’ve been disturbed. It’s like… something is bothering me, which I do not know of. And I can’t figure it out, that it’s irritating me. I’ll be out of this world for a while then, until I figure out what’s bothering me. I did everything on a swish.

Eating breakfast, fixing my hair to its natural look; down and wavy. Brushing my teeth, and scurrying over to the door.

“I’ll see you later people,” I told them and went out. There stood Elmer leaning on our gate’s wall reading his student passbook.

“You really won’t change the way you look like?” It’s weirding me out. His outfit and his looks are.

“I told you, I only want to look good for you, there’s no reason for me to look good for others.”

“Then why is it really? Why… look good just for me?”

“God knows. Because he’s everywhere.”

He’s got a point. God sure is everywhere. But no! That’s not the point! Seriously, I might know why, and how, or whatever it is his reason for doing this. And I’m just refusing to accept them. Now… what was it?

We both arrived at school, my classmates and upperclassmen that saw us yesterday, hooted at us.

“Hey there babe.” Lawrence. It made me cringed, how I hated Elmer for trying to go into my life. Lawrence placed his arm over my shoulder. To my surprise, Elmer just ignored it and went ahead.

“I guess I’ll see you, I need to report to the Office first.” Elmer told me, waved me goodbye and ran towards the Principal’s Office.

Beside me, Lawrence just kept on talking nonsense I don’t want to hear. Angie and Andy in their own world. Until we reached our own classrooms.

“I’ll see you later honey,“ Lawrence said kissing my forehead and scooted over to his classroom.

It took Elmer 2 hours before he came to class. Looks like our principal went over board about the rules and regulations again. He told me that he was told to go back during lunch break. Now that I think about it, the Principal might’ve liked his company. He truly is a good joker up to date.

Lunch time came. I didn’t wait long for it.

I was alone this time, well I’ve always been. Upon turning to a corner, I saw Lawrence hanging out with ‘his’ friends, his cheeks slightly pale pink and he seems to be sputtering nonsense.

“Hey there sexy,” He told me and placed his arm over my shoulder. Don’t tell me his drunk within school grounds?

“H-hey, stop it. Lawrence, you’re drunk!” I told him. He kept on mumbling senseless words, and before I notice it, he had dragged me behind the gym. With him, a drunkard, and 3 more of his friends.

I suddenly got a chill go up my spine. In these cases, it’s not bad to think that I’m on danger right?

“I- I’ll go now.” The bell rang the moment I spoke my last word. But they all blocked my way.

“No you won’t” The 4 of them is cornering me now on a wall. I don’t think I can do anything about this. I’m not sure what’s really going to happen. Like I said, I’ve been bothered by something recently. And it’s a something that made my brain function all so wrong.

I tried to shove past them to run away. But I was just dragged by the hair and slammed my back to the wall.

“No, you won’t go away.” Lawrence told me, he’s the one was holding my hair, his face close to mine. To think of it, he doesn’t reek of alcohol. All this time, it was an act, and I fell for it. When will you stop being stupid Marielle?

Forcefully, he kissed me, and the 3 of his men helped him to me. I don’t know how to react to this, my mind’s been blank, I didn’t know what I will do I feel like I’m collapsing, it’s so hot. Too hot. When suddenly I heard 3 slumps on the floor. Thud, Thud Thud. And a last, thwack. Nothing heavy was on me anymore.

There were people all around me, staring at me, when a man I recognize went over me. His previously combed up hair and glasses, are messy. His glasses down hanging on his neck like a head band, and his hair down to his face.

“Heat stroke?” He told me and gently placed an ice pack on my forehead. It was TOO COLD. But it felt good.

Ms. Jennifer, the nurse had come and assisted him to help me to the Clinic.

“Elmer…” I blurted out, finally getting to talk.

“Rest. Rest much.” He told me.

“How did you know I was…?”

“I heard them, when I was returning to the Office, so instead of returning, I followed you, got lost track, and then found you, right at a critical time.”

“You saved me. Again.”

“It was my job.”

“What?”

“The picture,”

“What about it?”

“You didn’t look behind the picture?”

“Why would I?”

“Then I guess when you go home you should.”

“Just tell me.”

“No way, woman.”

“Go away.”

Chapter 4

And I didn’t even expect this…

He assisted me home. It sure was a critical time, and heat stroke almost knocked me out. Thanks to Elmer. I came home, and after all that happened, he gave me privacy, it was good that I had silence. I remembered what he told me, so I shushed to the picture. Removed the frame and looked at the back of it.

There was writing.

“I couldn’t resist seeing you like this. I just felt like I wanted to protect you. Then from now on, I will always do. I promise that to you.”

“Elmer.” Why didn’t I ever think of looking behind it? Was I afraid that the words written there might hurt me so I never looked? Because he moved away? What was it after all? Was it because I loved him?

But then, Love can be out of the question. It was not conditional. Love is not conditional. I might just be infatuated. This is all a dream. Though perhaps this is not. But I have one thing for sure. This is not lust. I guess being infatuated is better than lusting. That’s just… gross.

“Then what’s wrong with you?!”

It was a high pitched and angered man voice I heard.

“YOU started THIS!”

What is this? Bullying? I went out to my room’s balcony and took a look outside.

It’s Elmer, facing Lawrence and his twerps. I hurried down to stop them, but Elmer had already punched Lawrence on his face. Seemingly, everything that happened this afternoon, doesn’t register on my head. I stopped Elmer from hitting them, and protected them from me. It was an early evening, a lot of people were watching, we sure were the center of attention.

“Stop this, Elmer!” I told him, stretching my arms in-front of him, behind me, Lawrence, who has blood beside his mouth.

“I’ll get back to you, gay.” Lawrence told him and I glanced him a glare. They went a way.

Elmer pushed me to his side and shouted at them, “It’s better to be gay than to be a RAPIST!”

“Why are you doing this?!” I told him, my voice filled with anger. It might be the stress to what happened to me awhile ago, heat stroke and exhaustion.

“Because I promised I’d protect you!” He answered me. His voice filled with anger and frustration. On the other hand, it felt like, he has something he fears. Was there fear?

“Then why are YOU protecting ME?!” I asked him in a voice higher than I previously used.

“Because I love you!” He faced me, anger on his face. A few seconds passed, I noticed my jaw had fallen open. And his mad face turned into, shock. He shifted his glance from my eyes, and tried to hide his blush, that I saw.

For some reason, I let out a soft giggle. He turned his back at me, and slowly walked away.

“I… love you too.” I murmured. I wonder if he heard me.

“Wh-what?” He faced me, with the same shocked and shy expression from a while ago.

“Did you hear what I just said?”

“No, what was it?”

“I told you to, go home.”

“I think I heard ‘too’,”

That caught me off guard. With shock, I involuntarily stepped backwards. My head spun, my vision blurred. And after that. It was darkness.

I opened one of my eyes, and heard the whistles of the bird. I must’ve fainted last night. I scanned the room scantily, and noticed that it was mine. I looked at my bed side, and saw a man, his elbows on my bed, face on his right hand. Left hand tangled with mine.

“Who told you, that you can hold my hand?” I unconsciously said. Obviously groggy with all this that happened.

He immediately pulled away and blushed. Some unexpected side you’ve got there Elmer.

“A-are you feeling better?” He asked me. Obviously, his eyes, his clothing, he hasn’t gotten any sleep since yesterday. I glanced at my bedside clock and saw 10:03am.

“ohmygod!” Quickly standing up, my head spun, and Elmer pushed me with a soft push back down to the bed.

“Teacher’s day, idiot.” He told me and smiled sheepishly.

“Who told you that you can call me an idiot?”

“I did.”

“I read that behind the picture.”

“Sure you would. That’s like you.”

“Was it true? Last night…”

Silence shrouded the both of us. I guess that was too straight-forward, and clichéd. I had caught him off guard.

“That, I didn’t mean to say it. I promised myself not to tell you, even if I ended up hurting myself. As long as you can be happy, if it’s not with me, I’m fine.”

Here comes one of Elmer’s sweet desires. At least it’s for me now.

“But, if I feel like, that you’ve showed me hints, that it’s me you need, then I’ll confess properly. But seeing last night, Is… I-is it fine to think that you still like Lawrence?”

He momentarily paused, scanning my clad expressions lightly. He continued explaining.

“I don’t want to interfere with you two. But, what he’s doing is just… wrong. I hope you… you don’t hate me for that.”

For some reason, again, he made me giggle.

“Wh-why?! You’re giggling again!” He told me. Giving me his ‘don’t-laugh-at-me’ expression. Both eyebrows raised upward, and his forehead a little creased.

“Your… pfft… hahaha… expression changes… pfft… are the best… snrk… ha…hahahahaha!”

“This girl really, you’re evil-er than the devil.” He released his previous expression and looked serious. Glancing towards the window.

“Where are you sitting?” I asked him. I’ve been curious, I know that this bed almost reached the ground, and he’s sitting as if, he has some small chair.

“On the floor.” He answered me and smiled. I like that smile, when he shows me his white teeth.

“You must be hecka tall.” I told him. I never really knew how tall he was, until now. “I want you, to… properly confess to me…” I mentioned to him suddenly. Who would’ve thought, that I wanted to return his feelings too?

“Huh? Could you please stop talking like a whisper woman?” He told me and leaned himself on my bed to look at me.

I bolted out of my bed on a sitting position, shocked that his head was there. I accidentally kissed him.

Both our eyes open with shock. It was an accident sure. We parted, and blushed deep red.

“S-so, what were you saying?” He continued.

“I want you to confess to me properly…” I told him. Was my voice really that low?

“Wh-what? I can’t hear you properly. Marielle, I’m serious.”

I unconsciously grabbed his collar and looked at his face. He was almost standing from the ground. We stared each other for what seemed like 5 minutes, his expression shocked, my expression shocked. I released his collar and he fell with down on the floor with a loud sound.

“I…” I trailed off. We heard multiple footsteps rushing on the stairs.

I pulled Elmer from the floor and dragged him up to my bed. My Mother and Father came rushing in the room.

“What’s wrong dear? Is there a burglar here?” My father asked. I peeked at the side of my blanket and pretended groggy.

“What? Sorry mom, dad, my book just fell, I must’ve hit it.”

“Alright, Sleep tight, Honey, Elmer’s coming over soon, so sleep tight.” Mom told me, and they both closed the door. Footsteps went down the stairs.

Mom, Elmer is already here. His head was resting on my chest. He was ‘over’ me all this time. I kicked him off, and he fell down, again. But this time it was a soft fall.

“Are you for real woman?!” He half shouted at me. That was surprising.

“About what?”

“KICKING ME OFF YOUR BED!” He still half-shouted at me, but it was loud.

“It was my bed, so it’s not wrong to kick you off it.”

“Don’t ever pull me in there, ever. It makes me become a maniac.”

“What?”

“You know I-I almost wanted to touch you, kiss you, and do everything with you. And you ask me ‘what?’ Aren’t I dangerous to you?”

“It’s fine. Like YOU can do it.”

“Sure, woman. I can do it.”

“Not now, please. Go away.”

“Sure, Sure.”

Silence. Again. This very unbearable silence.

“I’ll be going now, because I still have to ‘visit’ you later. I’ll go change.” Elmer told me, standing up to go out of the window. I grabbed the end of his shirt.

“Wh-what?” he asked me. I signaled for him to read the words in my lips. And so, I started to talk slowly and he starts reading it.

“I…”

“Want you… to…”

“Confess to me again…”

I saw a smile creep across his face. His eye brows raised a little, and re-assured me.

“I’ll make it formal next time.” And then out he goes to his window.

I’m still a little sleepy. So I went ahead and sleep.

When I opened my eyes, I see Elmer staring at me. I blinked once, twice, and thrice. And he’s still looking at me. His expression told me ‘how long you would still be sleeping?’ I stared at the alarm clock on my bedside table and read 3pm.

“OMGOD! I’ve been sleeping for what? 4 hours?” I bolted out of my bed, and immediately felt dizzy, and down back to my pillow.

“Hmm… just 8 hours, including last nights… 16 hours to tie.” Elmer answered and smiled at me.

“You… why are you here anyway?”

“I ‘officially’ visited… and your parents told me to ‘do whatever you want’ so here I am, staring at you.”

“Wh-what?”

“I’m staring at you.”

“For what?”

“Cause I want to tell you something.” He smiled again.

This… cocky smile. It’s scaring me.

“Uh…huh.” I told him. Swallowing a little hard. So, he’s confessing again, huh?

“I… uh… I love you.” He told me, his voice sweet, and slippery. I looked at him, he is still blushing.

“You’re really funny.” I told him.

“What’s funny with confessing to the girl you love?”

“No it’s not the confession that’s funny, it’s you.”

“Huh, me?”

“Yes, you.”

“Why me?”

“You didn’t realize?”

“Realize what?”

“My feelings,”

“Your feelings?”

“My feelings for you.”

And a long pause occurred to him. By so far, I’ve given him a lot of hints, lots of hints for him to figure it himself.

Chapter 5

It’s for the best.

“Oh.” Was what he was able to say.

“If I tell you that I can do whatever you want to do with me today, right now, what kind of girl am I to you?” I asked him.

“A slut?” He answered, I glared at him. “Kidding, Kidding, I knew already, I just want to see you embarrass yourself too.”

“What?! No way… I can say those.”

“Oh. Look at you, flushing red. I’d like to… hear those 3 words.”

“I…”

I stared at him, His eyes melting my gaze. H-how, could such a guy… make me realize my true feelings, in just 3 days of returning to my life. I guess it’s the magic of suppressing huh?

“I… I love you.” I felt my voice get all slurpy and a smile crept up to his face, while blush crawled up to my cheeks.

My room’s door bolted open, revealing my mom, my dad, and Kristel.

“Did you like what you heard?” I asked them with an irritating tone.

“Uh... uh... Next time! Learn to lock the… door?” Kristel answered me, pointing here and there.

“Riiiiiggghhttt… Like you don’t have a key,” I answered them seeing a key on the door lock.

“Um. Excuse us please. Continue what you are doing!” Mom said and closed the door, and locked it from outside.

Silence conquered us again. Like I don’t expect something like this.

“Why was the door locked in the first place?” I turned to Elmer raising an eyebrow.

“I locked it.”

“Why?”

“Cause… I felt the need to.”

“Well, it didn’t work.”

“I know.”

Silence again, what do… couples talk about?

“So, we’re a couple now.” He told me.

“No, I demand for us to go out first.”

“So you want me to date you for a few times first?”

“Right.”

“But I just got back.”

“That’s the point.”

“You want to know me, huh?”

“Yup.”

“So, why don’t you get up from there? It’s almost evening. You’ve been there all day.”

“Where are we going?”

“On a date.”

“Cool.” I looked at him. I slowly stood up from my bed, and pushed him away.

“Why? What?” He raised again, both of his eyebrows and looked at me.

“S-stop staring at me too much. And go away now, I need to take a bath, wash my face, I might look ugly now, I’ve been sleeping for 16 hours.”

“It’s okay. I’ll wait for you here.” What? He’ll what?

“Have you no sense of decency? I need to CHANGE, give me my privacy. Please.” I told him, and begged him.

“Well then, I guess I’ll follow your words, I’ll see you later. Marielle.” He then opened the door and went out of the room.

The way he said my name, made my heart skip 2 beats in a second. I feel the heat on my ears, and myself smiling. I guess… this is what I should be feeling. It’s really different with Lawrence. Really… different.

I half-hurried to prepare myself. I dressed in casual clothing, like we’re just going on a park. He took me to a small park, with a great view of trees, and a good amount of benches. Around 6pm, we stargazed at the same place. Not holding hands, or not leaning at each other. I guess this is his promised ‘go out’ first. Though I don’t mind.

Because I know that he’s mine, and I’m his.

We went to walk our way home at around 8pm. When Elmer suddenly stopped walking a few feet away from our houses. He softly pinned me to the wall behind me, his hand on the wall beside my hand. Staring intently to the doors of my soul. My eyes met his gaze. He starts to lean close to my face… his face makes his way down to my lips…

“Ah… dear… there… there… OH!”

Both of us… became red.

“Ah… Continue oh oh! Don’t stop!”

I felt Elmer’s hand on the wall clasp into a fist. His face down, staring at the floor. I sense myself smiling at his sudden actions.

“Tempting?” I told him leaning my head to one side trying to peek at his expression.

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

“Wow! You raised an eyebrow!” I told him, I saw him smile. It was a split second. He grabbed both my shoulders, and his lips softly clashed to mine.

We were kissing for what seemed like 15 minutes, until we parted for some air., while walking towards our houses.

“Th-that… by the house behind you… I almost lost my mind.” He told me.

“So I guess… little things can be too dangerous.”

“You so little, can be dangerous.”

“What?! I’m little?!”

“Yes you are.” He smiled at me. Knocked me off my feet, and carried me to his arms. We went inside his house, and straight to his room.

It was the first time that I’ve been in this room, ever since 4 years ago. He softly laid me down on his bed. He stood up beside the bed and went over the window, with the rays of the moon shining inside his table he looked out for a moment, and stared back at me with a smile.

“So, what’s happening?” I asked him, I’m not thrilled or what, but if ever we really ARE heading that way…

“Up to you. What do you want to do?”

“Umm… go back to my room?”

“Not a choice.”

“What are my choices?”

“One. Four. Three.”

“One, Four Three?”

“You gotta choose between, I, Love and You.”

I think I’m getting his point. But exactly, if I pick love, I or You, what’s the difference?

“Doesn’t that signify all of your desires? We’re not even a couple right now. I returned your feelings though you haven’t proposed.”

“Just pick one. Please.”

“You.”

“Wow, wasn’t that straight forward?” He told me and walked towards me who’ is still lying on his bed.

“N-no, t-that’s no-not what I mean. I—I.” I stuttered, I wonder where I am getting at.

“Silly. You perv. You think I can do that to YOU? Like so easily?” he told me, breaking off his gaze from me as if avoiding something.

“Then what’s this one four three thing?”

“Its how I’ll ask you to be my girlfriend.”

“I picked ‘You’ what happens?”

“You, the sunshine of my life, the moonlight of my night, and the endless realm of my mind. I ask thee, will you be my girlfriend?”

“How long did you study for that?”

“I take that as yes.” Smirking playfully, he jumped onto his bed and swiftly made himself above me.

“NO WAY ELMER! GO OFF!” I shouted at him, preparing to kick him off the bed. When he tightly gripped my thighs with his thighs down the bed.

“Nuh-uh, you won’t kick ME off MY bed, woman.”

“Uh-huh, then we’re not heading that way.”

“Huh? Which way?”

“YOU KNOW IT!”

“Of course we’re not.”

“Then, what are you getting at?!”

“You.”

“What do you mean me?”

“C-can I…?”

“Wh-what?”

He suddenly blushed. This thing made me blush myself. What is he asking? Why suddenly become shy and blush?

“This is SO NOT you.” I told him and smiled trying to knock him off me by using my fists to hit his broad shoulders.

“I just thought that I was rude back there.” Back there? Oh… the kiss. “So, uh. C-can I… kiss you?”

“Did you really think that you needed my permission to do that?”

“I’m a good boy! I need to ask for permission.”

“WHO’S A GOOD BOY?!”

“I am.” He playfully told me, and sniffed at my neck. I let out a soft giggle.

“That tickled, dork.”

“S-so… I-I’m kissing you… okay?”

“You’re weird.”

“It’s your fault.”

“Fine. My fault. Yeah. Right.”

“Yup. Right.”

The day passed by. We went out of his house, and he ‘officially’ let me go in my room, my house. This was totally… a day, I couldn’t forget, even after sleeping for 16 hours, just having a heat stroke. Thank you, heat stroke.

The next day is something uncalled for. It seemed too normal… and happy for any other days. I softly stretched my arms, and blinked a few times. I went down from my bed, and opened the curtains and the window.

I see, a wet macho body, and a see-through boxers. Seeing some guy, putting on his pants, seeing his body, and his… see-through boxers. I gaped for some reason I didn’t know. The guy looked at me, he froze, his face flushed. And I rushed to close down the window that I had opened and rested my whole body on it.

My brain was too slow to react to… what I saw. And then later on, I felt the window open again, and I softly fell onto some man’s arms.

“Whoops. You know… if you want to do it. Just tell me.” Elmer told me, with a funny smile on his face. I’m grateful he already had his pants and uniform with him.

“I didn’t mean it!! I SWEAR!” I told him, immediately standing from his grasp, after all this happened, I can’t look onto his face. But not just face, ANYWHERE that includes him.

“C’mon… look at me.”

“NO!”

“Please?”

“NO!”

“Will you kiss me?”

“NO!”

“Do you like me?”

“YES!”

“Then look at me.”

“NO!”

“You are… TOO funny.” He grabbed my face and forcefully turned it so I can face him.

I immediately felt my face go red, my ears go hot and me… avoiding seeing him.

“If you wanted to see that again then I will—“ He started grabbing his pants and his shirt.

I by some knee-jerk reaction grabbed his hands and looked at him. “NO PLEASE! DON’T. DO. THAT.”

“Why are you overreacting?” He asked me, keeping the same position.

“Because…”

“Isn’t it normal?”

“IT’S NOT!”

“Why not?”

“WE HAVEN’T GONE THAT FAR!”

“You want us to go that far?”

“YE---“ OOPS. “NO! NO!”

“Isn’t it too early?”

“YES! NOW GO. AWAY!”

“Will not.”

“Will to!”

“Will not.”

“WILL TO!”

“Will not.”

“Please… Elmer, I need to go to school too.”

“I’ll wait here.”

“NO!”

“You saw me half-naked.”

“I didn’t!”

“Too bad I had my boxers.”

“NO IT’S NOT BAD!”

“So I think I need to see you half-naked too, so we’re even.”

“NO!”

“Why not?”

“Who knows what you’ll do?”

“Only God knows.”

“Stop this Elmer.”

“Who started it?”

“NO ONE!”

“Really?”

“YES REALLY!”

“Who opened the window?”

“I did.”

“Who overreacted?”

“I did.”

“Who’s wrong?”

“No one.”

“Why?”

“Because I have EVERY RIGHT to overreact.”

“Why?”

“C-cause I’m…”

“You are…?”

“I’m not used to these things.”

“What things?”

“…A…adult... stuff.”

“Oh… right. Then I’ll teach you.”

“S-STOP IT ELMER!”

He started pushing me into the shower room, as I try my best to push him away. He locked the door after I was in and how grateful I am for he is outside.

“It’s really so much fun to tease you.”

“Yeah, right, you’ll go through this everyday, especially when I have my period.”

“Right, I need to take note of that too, when do you start?”

“Grrrr…”

And that’s how everyday went. With Elmer. Who would’ve thought that suppressed feelings could be this powerful? When they are suddenly sent out in just a matter of days? Isn’t it good to realize them first before jumping into a band-wagon full of wolves? Or the band-wagon was actually filled with apples? It’s never bad to not take advantage of opportunities to love. Because the true feelings, will only come once, with two people.

A/N: This is my longest oneshot. EVER! I think it’s one of those that it took me time to write. It’s been fun writing this. And I hope people learned a lot from this story, even if it’s not really, like, educational. But I hope this gives you more courage to think for yourself on what’s good and what is right. Well then, as usual, if demands go up. For… hmm a second season. Then I’ll see to it, though do NOT EXPECT SAME CHARACTERS. For some reason, I’m having a hard time with ‘sequels’ lately. I’ll see you soon~ - Haejin

Date Started: November 30, 2008

Date Finished: December 27, 2008

Editing Started: December 29, 2008

Editing Finished: January 2, 2009

Damsel in This Dress -- ficaddictive Challenge #2 Entry 'The End'

2008-05-21T09:15:00.000-07:00

Damsel in This Dress
Ficadictive Challenge #2 Entry #1: The End
Written by: Haejin

My Name’s Rahzel Villanueva, a supposedly important person of the house, The Villanueva House that is, I’m Mr. Juan Miguel and Mrs. Gabriela Villanueva’s most precious only child.

But in my 18 years of existence, I grew up with tons of maids, female bodyguards protecting me. Without my parent’s care. I rarely see them, I rarely go out with them, but I know they love me, so I return as much, by studying best, just to fit as the heiress.

But I can’t stand everything as to, I can’t go outside without at least 4 bodyguards or whatnot.

I attend a private All-girls school, and I wasn’t allowed to have a Boyfriend either unless they assign a Prince for me to take a look at.

It’s no more like 7PM, and I’ve changed it to my night gown, my seamless dress inside, my under garments under it, and a thin silk forming a dress over it.

I admit, man, I’m short! 5’2” at least, very well built on the front, rarely well built on the backside. I mean like, my butt’s flat. I don’t like it very much.

I narrow my eyes, as I arrange my night gown in my body. I sit on my bed, crossing my arms over my chest, and putting my left leg over my right.

“Why am I thinking really?” I told myself. I must be nuts, talking to myself at this hour. Seriously.

I flopped myself to my Double-Queen Sized bed, that practically 5 of my size would fit, still had some more space. Make that 6 then.

I stretched my arms open, like standing on Titanic. My long up-to-my-buttocks hair sprawled on my bed.

“I hate it when I had to go to bed with my hair wet,” I told myself, again.

My hair’s something like, has a straight V-designed length like on the back, while the front side has it layered, bangs there to show my right face’s features.

I AM pretty, not too much for bragging, I just can’t help myself from telling the truth. I can’t call myself sexy though, since I don’t have a boyfriend, nor a close guy friend to do so and shove that to my face.

It’s not like I’d die if someone doesn’t tell me that. But for my age! No Boyfriend Since Birth! What am I doing with my life? It’s not like I want what’s currently happening with my life right? What can I do?

I can’t even remember how my parent’s looks like anymore. Even if we reside in the very same house. Our house isn’t that big to top it off.

It only has two floors, living room, dining room and everything that will keep you busy I on the first floor; on the second floor resides my room, my parent’s room and 3 guest rooms.

My Father is a politician, my mother is a government official, what’s the difference exactly?

As I heard from the maids, my parents intend to keep me a virgin ‘till I reach 20. But I’m so bored; I hope something good happens…

My head feels heavy, I opened my eyes, I didn’t notice what happened, and I dozed off, oh man. My eyes made its way to the wall clock. Freaking 12am. I feel so groggy, and as usual, I’m still having traffic thoughts.

I brought myself to stand up and walked towards the balcony and opened the window.

Forever, the scent and coldness in my damp skin as the wind hits it is the best.

And suddenly, I’m shocked for old Chris’ sake to find a flying handsome and sexy man grab me by the waist and took me out of the house.

Alarms for burglar alarms aren’t alarming, he’s awesome.

I’ve been wondering for a while now, why my head kept on telling me “sleep… sleep...”

I felt my eyelids giving way to my eyes and letting me rest. But before I can even shut my eyes, I saw a flying woman with short brown hair, and another flying man with blonde hair.

I dozed off again. I think.

I see… a small space enough for the sun to come through. A dark place… myself seated on a wooden chair, my hands tied to my back, my feet and legs tied to the legs of the chair.

“oh? You’re awake!” Ms. Flying woman with short brown hair told me as she popped her head to my face.

“Oh, I’m so rude, my name’s Fraulein, nice to meet you, Rahzel,” Fraulein told me.

“Can’t say, it’s nice meeting you like this, but what’s your purpose? For kidnapping me at least,” I told them.

“I dunno about Nate… OOOHHHH OH BOY! You’re very pretty! I thought you were some ugly princess, when Nate grabbed you last night, but oooh! So pretty!” Mr. Flying man with blonde hair told me and start touching my knees.

My knees start to shiver, it’s cold, and it might be 4am?

“Stop touching me, I’m not happy with it,” I told him. Oops, it escaped my mouth.

“What’s the matter with you woman?” Mr. handsome and sexy flying man appeared.

“PMS, got a problem with that?” I told them. And, I might actually be in danger by saying that.

“Pre-Menstrual Syndrome?” Fraulein asked. “No…, Princess Mood Swing?”

“Both are right,” I told her. They are actually getting into my nerves.

“Ha, did you know why we kidnapped you my pretty Princess?” Mr. Flying man with blonde hair said.

“Stop being rude and introduce yourself!” I told him. Seriously, my mood swings, are rather bad.

I saw Mr. Handsome and sexy flying man scratch his head, face still emotionless.

I’m inside an abandoned stock room, too spacious for a stock room, but it looks like that to me. At least.

Half of it is dark, and the window patched with some woods to prevent light from coming in, had a whole, and so light was in. Thank you, light.

“I’m sorry my princess, my name’s Jzan, and that emo guy there is Nate,” Jzan told me. However you say his name. Whatever.

Nate is a very quite person, but when I saw a flying frying pan, hit Jzan square on the head. Looks like he isn’t very much quite, he might be shy?

“So, what are you after? Money? Inheritance? Whatever?” I told them. For some reason, I’m not the least bit scared at them. Maybe because they’re somehow around my age.

“I don’t know to Nate, well, we’re not going for Money, nor inheritance, Whatever is a new thing though,” Jzan answered and continued… on my legs.

“Stop touching me everywhere. Duh, I’m a damsel in THIS DRESS right now; I might catch a cold and die.” I told them. Whatever it is. My mind isn’t working correctly.

“I just wanted to see, how long till they notice that you’re gone,” Nate told me, his fierce eyes pierced into my eyes. As if, it was some dagger exploring… my body’s senses.

“Well, it might be long, 7days would be the minimum,” My own words pierced my heart, but face it or not, that’s the hurtful possibility.

“No kidding Rahzel dear?” Fraulein told me giving me a concerning look. “What happened dear?”

“If you’re concerned about other people’s lives, why don’t you be concerned with your hostage who’s a damsel in this dress,” I’m starting to feel irritated.

At night, I was fed food, it was alright, but, the thing is, why they wouldn’t let me, change clothes. Staring at a lady with her night gown on might be fun, well ha.ha. For them. I feel so cold in this clothing.

Looks like I’m spending the night with Mr. not so happy with life, also known as Mr. handsome and sexy flying man, commonly known as Nate. I asked and he’s actually 21. Perfect age. 3 years older than me, perfect, just the maturity a lady like me needed.

But the utmost silence is very… silencing, I can’t keep up with his mouth shut.

“Hey, you,” I called to him; he turned to look at me. With that same piercing, and hungry look I saw from him.

“What?” wow, he actually replied to me.

“Can you take me outside? Tomorrow, I really… want to change clothes.” I told him, Looks like Ms. PMS is gone.

“I can’t do that, you might run away,” he told me. Good point.

“Well, did you ever hear me say, ‘let me out’ or ‘please don’t kill, bring me back to parents’ or anything of the sort?” I don’t really want to go back to my own house yet, at least. I want to live outside for a while, and feel what not being controlled feels like.

“What if you run away?” he told me. This responses shocked me. “Do I get YOU as my payment?” He told me, with the very same, piercing and hungry look.

“Well, I guess, all I have to do is follow you around right?” I told him. And he nodded a small tiny, tiny, tiny nod. That you need glasses to see it.

“Great! Now, can I ask Fraulein to lend me some clothes… and umm… personal stuff?” I asked him once more. My PMS is gone; I’m in total danger now.

He didn’t budge. He didn’t hear me? Like, HELLOOOOO??

“Uh… Nate?” I called to him. I hate you. You’re asleep.

On a very uncomfortable position, my eyes are very tired. And I managed to sleep.

In a moment’s notice, it was morning once more, and as I expected, my parents still hasn’t noticed my leave. Or something like that.

“Psst… Rahzel~” Fraulein sweetly called to me.

“Yeah?” I answered as I opened one of my eyes to take a peek at her.

“You wanted to tell me?” Fraulein asked. I embarrassedly told her, what’s happening to me. And she smiled and giggled.

“You’re a girl alright,” She told me. What?! She thought I was… a BOY?! No, I’m going insane now.

In a few minutes flat. I was totally remodeled. I didn’t look like Rahzel at all. I’m sure no one would recognize me outside.

Nate took me outside. He’s really handsome and sexy and cute, I feel myself falling for him… in two days flat. I may sound someone insane, or something with the like, but… he’s hot. Just my type.

I have this all so fuzzy feeling inside me, whether it could be love or not, I don’t know, I’ve never felt love before, or the feeling of being loved.

“Are you alright with crowds?” He told me. I hate this person for being so handsome, and cruelly blunt facial expression he’s showing me.

“No problem with that, just teach me how the people here normally lives, with the make over Frauline did, no one should recognize me,” I assured him, and clung to his long arm.

He’s very tall, slim, that semi-long hair he has is very good looking to him. I wonder if he has a girlfriend or not? And I wonder what his true purpose for me is too.

For the rest of the day, he took me to a carnival a local carnival, made me ride a train, and a lot more couples do in movies and dramas. Now that I see this, he reminds me of someone.

At least someone from childhood. I last saw him… when we are young, around 10 years ago? He and Nate should be the same age. His name is Nathaniel… wait. Could it be…? Nah, Nathaniel would never become like this. But… what if?! Seriously. I’ve had this feeling since the first time I met him. Nathaniel’s a professional hypnosis user. Well only one way to find out.

“How did you kidnap me?” I asked him.

“I hypnotized you, using your room’s ceiling,” He answered. That’s it! He’s… definitely Nathaniel… but… why?

“Isn’t that… Lady Rahzel?” A guy with long hair said and pointed towards the both of them.

“Oh my GOD! It’s… Marlon! No use running now. Nathaniel,” I said. He looked a bit, shocked, for I know his true name.

“My lady, what are you doing here?” Marlon asked me. Marlon, of all people to bump into, my hairstylist and make-up artist would be the choice of fate.

“I… ran away from home.” I told him shifting my gaze to Nate. “And he’s my long time boyfriend, Nate,”

Nate’s eyes widen.

“Hey! Rahzel! I know I kidnapped you because I wanted you to know that I still love you but, what’s this?!” He told me, now this is the Nathaniel I know.

“What? Ran away? Kidnapped? What?” Marlon said, he seemed confused, as his… fingers… quickly dialed, my father’s number.

“MY GOD MARLON NO!” I’m too late.

Later that night, Fraulein and Jzan, went out and met us, in-front of our house, as reporters gather for a meeting.

My parents there to witness my reasoning, as to why I was found outside our exaggeratedly big house, and with a guy, with a horde of reporters at that.

“This… is Nate, I ran away from home, and he found me, for payment, I offered him to become my husband,” I told everyone. Reporters quickly took note of my words as cameramen started to have their cameras into shooter mode.

I felt a shock overcome me, when Nate suddenly pulled me, and kissed me.

My first kiss… it’s gone now I guess. And my first love took it. The kiss was fast, not quite as smack, but all of the camera flashing have been taking care of my eyes so fast.

The Damsel in This Dress is now on the news paper.

My eyes widen as the very picture they chose to use for head line. Was Shocking. It was the kiss. That very surprising kiss. Well… It is not the kiss itself, but the moment right before the lips touch, that leaves you speechless.

A/N: proontadadada!! I was procrastinating for 2 days for names. And without noticing days passing by. Today is the deadline! OMG! OMONA! XD I rushed it again. T.T but I hope it’s still good, and satisfying. =D have fun!! My first K+ story? Hmm… XD Enjoy!

Only 7 Days -- (Photographic Illusion Entry #2)

2008-05-16T09:50:00.000-07:00

Only 7 Days
Ficadictive Challenge #4 Entry #2: Photographic Illusion
Written by: Haejin

My name is Daniel Blaise, the only son of Mr. Danilo Blaise, I work in a not so famous, semi-famous beach.

My work is being an all around guy; waiter, tour guide, manager, everything that I could probably help with. I do almost all of them since I’m usually free and I enjoy doing things for other people.

I saw this very pretty girl. She might be around 21 years old, just a year ahead of me. She’s very pretty and sexy, she’s a little short for her height, since she’s only around my chest if we were to stand by each other, fortunately I was the one who received her when she checked in this morning. And I had to carry her things.

I would say that for a lady in her twenties, she isn’t very much concerned for fashion things since she didn’t have a lot of luggage. If what I saw is right, she would be staying for a week.

I’m right now on the dining room of the Cottage, I’m on my way to serving her the Carbonara she ordered for lunch, I’m not on a Waiter’s uniform, but I help so yeah.

“Here’s your order Ma’am, anything else?” I asked her.

“Please bring me some Coke with lots of ice please,” She answered to me, looking up to my tall figure standing beside her and grinned.

So I went up to the counter and asked Joseph; the 32 year old REAL waiter, who’s in charge of the counter since the REAL one in charge of the counter is away taking some cottage visitors to a tour in town, for a glass filled with circular ice and a 12oz bottle of coke.

I brought it up to her.

As I was about to leave I heard her voice call to me and say, “How old are you?”

I turned to look down at her. “Yes?”

“How old are you?”

I raised an eyebrow and answered; “20,”

It doesn’t end here though.

“What’s your name?” She asked me, so I politely answered “Daniel,” but there’s still more.

“Do you have a girl friend?”

I raised an eyebrow again, if ever it could get any higher than this, “Nope, Why do you ask?” It’s not like it’s the first time I was asked this, but I think it’s a little weird.

“Do you want to have one? Just for 7 days, then you can ask as if nothing happened, or I was just nothing, You can even shove me off, but all I need is you have to act like as if, we really are a couple,” she told me, I cocked my head to one side and stared at her.

She doesn’t look too serious, nor did she seem like joking.

“So, what do you say?” she asked me, again.

This lady is crazy, but since things are getting a little boring here, I might do it, but I still think this lady is crazy.

I think she saw my face say “okay”, that’s why she told me “Deal?” and stretched a hand out for a hand shake.

And within only one hand shake. Did I ever realize a big change in my life would happen so soon.

“Well then, it’s a deal, see you on the lobby at around 3PM,” she told me, I never realized she had finished her lunch, and is now going back to her cottage.

Damn. You asking why? I forgot to ask her name.

“Yo Bro, who was that? Newly caught?” Leo said as he approaches me. This person here is my best friend Leo, he’s into architecture, and right now, he’s making a map of this island as a hobby.

“Nah, I don’t know her, just some crazy lady,” I told him and walked away, sinking into deep thought.

3PM seemed to happen so fast, I wonder why I was waiting for this moment, but anyway, I was sitting on the Lobby’s long couch, while taking a sip from my cigarette.

“Oh? You smoke?” the pretty lady said, as she appeared and snuggled beside me.

We’re acting alright, and yeah I think she told me to act like as if it was real. But even if I admit it, she indeed is pretty, but I’m getting annoyed.

I switched on the TV, and while watching some basketball, she leaned across me, and puts out my cigarette on my ashtray.

“What’s up with you? It was only half-way finished,” I told her.

“I don’t kiss men who smoke,” She told me and grin so wide. It’s like I’ll kiss you. I just want these 7 days to be finished already.

I thought watching basketball might actually be fun. But she kept on moving and moving beside me, it irritates me.

“Would you PLEASE stop fidgeting already?” I told her, I semi raised my voice, but she’s really annoying.

She looked up at me, sat normally, and distanced herself for a little while. And stood up.

“Anyway, enjoy yourself, I’ll be going back to my cottage for a while,” She told me and grinned the normal happy grin I saw a while ago.

Whew I thought I hurt her or somewhat.

If I remember right, she’s in Cottage #2, well, why the hell do I know it? Anyway, she’s annoying, good thing I managed to shrug her off.

My tiring first day doesn’t end there though, I was in a short meeting with my crew mates here in the beach; Jeff, the chef, Leo, my best friend, Joseph, the counter man, Sir Ben, the Gardener, and some cottage boys around the same age I am; John, Peter, and Paul. When the pretty lady popped out of nowhere, and hugged one of my arms, looking up at me.

“What’s up?” She asked me, grinning widely.

“Hm? We were just having some small talks,” I told her bluntly, it’s not like I find her touch annoying or anything. I just felt my energy get drained just by her being there.

All of us talked happily, as everyone made fun of us, and how fast our relationship is.

There you go, 1 day down, Six to go. I just hope it’ll end soon enough.

Day 2 very much started at 8am. When I was trying to get some peace by watching TV on the lobby again, when she suddenly flopped down beside me on the usual long couch and propped her legs to my lap.

I didn’t react as to she isn’t doing anything to annoy me. Soon enough I notice myself staring at her legs… and her se—sea lion design shorts fit on her thighs.

She notices my stare as I forgot to look at the TV so she removed her legs and started pushing me away.

“You pervert,” she told me, shifting beside me and leaning her back to my shoulder.

Well, my dear, what do you expect a healthy young man in his twenties who doesn’t have an experience on ‘bed’. I get my urgers.

She poked me on the cheek and told me, “I’ll just be swimming,” stood up and went to the direction of the beach.

By the time she pops, I know where she is, and what time she’ll be there so I’d actually have time to hide from her, and her very annoying antics.

Around noon, I’m smoking at the cottage’s dining room, when she went to sit beside me and put her head on my shoulder. Before I can even protest, she’s already asleep.

I contemplated whether to stay or not. And I decided not to, so I left her there, making her head lean on the chair.

I walked towards the counter and I see Joseph and Sir Ben.

“Yo sir, new lady?” Ben asked me.

I stared at her and answered, “nah, just some crazy lady staying here,”

“Why can’t you take your eyes off her? Tsk. She’s very pretty too, scared that the cottage boys might touch her?” Joseph told me.

I saw her stand up, waking up, she scanned around as if she was looking for a missing dog, and walked away towards her cottage.

“I told you, I don’t know her, she’s really just some crazy, lady,” I told the both of them and stared at her disappearing form.

Around 1pm, she found me sitting in one of the beach huts and made herself comfortable beside me.

“Are you busy this evening?” she asked.

I cocked my head to one side and answered, “No, why do you ask?”

“Well, my friends suddenly messaged me for a gathering in the Town proper’s restaurant, do you mind coming with me?” she asked me.

“I don’t mind,” It’s not like I have anything better to do for this evening.

“Great! I’ll meet you on the Cottage Lobby at 5 then,” she happily told me and stood back to go back to swimming.

She signaled, “Why don’t you swim too?” so I just signaled a simple ‘Later’ to her.

Later on I found myself on the Cottage Lobby wearing jeans, a fitted green shirt, with a black and orange jacket over it.

I saw her emerging from the shadows, wearing a white dress with spaghetti straps the skirt dropped just above her knee, with a white hand bag, and white heeled sandals, her long dark brown hair dropping to her gorgeous shoulders.

I feel my jaw drop, as I see how different she is, with her usual, short shorts, semi-fitted sleeveless shirt, and braids to this.

“You look good,” I told her. I’m her boyfriend; I had ALL the right to say that.

“Thank you, you look good too,” she told me and grinned, that pink lip gloss she’s wearing shone, that made me want to kiss so badly. Right now.

I led her to my car and drove to the town. It took us almost 30 minutes to get there than the usual 15 minutes due to semi-heavy traffic, at least I got all the quality time to stare at her and her beautiful figure. Call me a pervert please.

I can hear her talk beside me. Saying something about how cute her Sister’s new born baby is and how nervous her father is since he’s now a grandpa. I’d like to make babies with you right now, if it’s fine, and you’d have a cute born baby soon too.

She really likes talking, but I just can’t bring myself to listen to her, just for some reasons.

“What’s your name?” I asked her. I finally mustered up the courage and embarrassment to do so.

She let out a soft giggle and answered “Just call me Lianne, why I call you Dan, Daniel,”

“Lianne then, suits you so well,” I told her.

“Hey Dan,” she called to me, softly, that made me want to hear it again, “Nothing” she immediately connected. I wonder what she wanted to say.

We arrived at the said restaurant at around 5:40pm.

“Hi Chelsea!!” a pretty lady greeted.

I leaned over to Lianne and whispered, “Chelsea?”

She answered and smiled, “Lianne Chelsea,”

“Hi guys! This is my new boyfriend by the way, Dan,” she told them and I smiled at them for courtesy.

They introduced themselves to me one by one. There is Carla, Liezel, Gene and George, Liezel’s boyfriend.

With the sitting arrangement, we sat on a rectangular shaped table, on one sad, sat, Lianne, I and Gene, and then on the other side from left to right sat, Carla, Liezel and George.

I felt Lianne grab to my hand under the table. As if it wasn’t normal for lovers right?

We’ve all been talking for a while; her friends are really welcoming and wild. I guess, I felt Lianne fidget on her seat. I ignored, and as she fidgets for a few more times I leaned to her ear and whispered what’s wrong.

“I need to go to the restroom,” she told me. “But—“

Her friends sure are wild, but I’m sure nothing bad will happen to me if she’ll be leaving for a few minutes to make herself comfortable again.

“Hey guys, I’ll just be going to the bathroom,” she told them, and I nod at her as she stands up.

“Alright! Q&A time!” Gene shouted.

“Don’t make my man cry alright?” she said and went to the restroom.

I felt a little offended by that remark, but I just shrugged it off as if I was some chicken.

“Anyway, how’d you make Chelsea answer you? She really had high, standards, well since we’re on Q&A, what don’t you like on her?” Liezel asked.

“Really, dislikes already?” Carla asked. “Oh well, it’s better to start with dislikes.”

“Well…” I muttered. Dislikes? That’s a little a many. “She’s annoying… sometimes?”

They all suddenly became quiet. I, did I say something wrong?

“Dude, what’d ya mean, sometimes? That lady’s hecka crazy!” Gene said and put an arm on my shoulder. Whew, I thought they would finally discover that I’m just some pseudo-boyfriend, hired by her for 7 days.

“How ‘bout the likes?” Carla asked.

“She’s sweet and caring, the kind when she knows how to pick the food you don’t want to eat, or when she puts out my cigarette,” I told them. I’m pretty sure about this. Since, she was just concerned about me, before going to the restroom.

“Sweet and caring? And dude you smoke?” Gene asked, “hey! Miko! Just on time! This is Dan, Chelsea’s new Boyfriend, and did you hear what he said? He says Chelsea is sweet and caring! And he’s a smoker dude!”

I think I said something ENTIRELY wrong now.

“Chelsea? You mean Lianne Chelsea Sanchez?” this Miko guy asked.

There’s something about him I don’t like at all. Just on time Lianne goes back to the table.

Her hand slipped into mine again, this time ignoring Miko’s presence. I think I sense a not so good relationship between the two.

“Hey, Chelsea, I thought I’d be the last smoker you’d go out with?” Miko asked her. I felt her grip tighten.

“Oh hey, Miko! You were here!” she answered, she completely ignored the statement.

After a while I heard a little, one on one talk with the 3 ladies as Miko and Gene talk from far away.

My head’s a little fuzzy so I don’t really hear anything, but by now all I know is, Lianne and Miko had a past, I can’t give a damn about. I’d just hope 7 days will pass by soon.

It was 9pm when we got home. When Lianne and I got back to the lobby we immediately separated ways, she went to her cottage#2 and I went around to see if someone’s still awake.

Seems like everyone went to sleep early today, I decided to walk by the beach for a time passer. And I saw someone by the shore.

“Hey,” I greeted, it was Lianne, and she was sitting by the shore.

I sat down beside her, maintaining the silence between us. I stretched my arms and slowly put my hand to the back rest of her chair.

I stopped mid-way to look at her face, and I find her eyes half closed, biting her lower lip, tears streaming down her cheeks.

It’s not like the first time I’ve seen a lady cry, but it doesn’t mean I’m used to it already.

“Lianne... I,” I told her, I tried to comfort her.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry, Good night,” She told me, wiping her tears and immediately walking back to her cottage truthfully.

I raised an eyebrow in exasperation, and walked back to my quarters.

Day 2 down, 5 to go.

This morning it was early around 5 am, I decided to take a walk by the beach again.

I passed by the rocky part, and I saw the wooden mattress I always lie at whenever I feel so bored.

I saw a lady with long dark brown hair, sitting on it. It’s Lianne.

She’s wearing a peach like sleeveless top, and a white long skirt. She had her left foot over her right foot, looking the way I’m standing, her hair moved by the wind to the other side of her head, holding an orange colored pinwheel.

I stare at her, as I see the pinwheel slowly turn… and a few more droplets of tears drop from her eyes.

She might be annoying and very much, irritating, but right now, I want to run by her side, hug her, and tell her I love her so much.

She must've loved that Miko so darn much, that she's sulking so hard, not even giving me any attention at all, even if she had seen me. Well it’s not my damn business. But man, I just can’t go to her and comfort her, I’d just be pushed away, and my heart will sink. And leaving her alone, is the biggest mistake I did.

Around 5PM I started looking for Lianne, I miss her already, so I’m going around to the usual spots she pops out.

“Hey Boss, Have you seen the 3 cottage boys?” Joseph asked me.

“Nope, didn’t how ‘bout you? Did you see the girl I’m with the past few days,” I asked backed.

“Oh, was that girl named Lianne or something from Cottage#2? I saw the cottage boys following her around this morning,” Sir Ben said as he passed by carrying big scissors.

“Oh man, dude,” I heard Jeff said from the kitchen, but I had already ran out so I never really heard what else came with that.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” I shouted, I immediately retraced everything I saw this morning…

John, Paul, and Peter… might be named after Saints, but HELL! THEY TOUCH GIRLS THEY LIKE!

It’s not like Lianne is my girl, and I’m her pseudo-boyfriend. But LIKE HELL, DARE THEY!

And I finally remembered, the most darkest place of this beach during this time. The place with the wooden mattress.

I ran towards the place, not caring whether I’ve been knocking pots, and flowers Sir Ben have been taking care for years.

I need my girl, and I’m not there when she needs me. Damn.

I was too late. Everything happened already. I see her crying over the mattress, holding her knees and shivering.

“Lianne…” I approached her.

“Don’t come near me,” her words fierce, showing anger, fear, and agitation.

“I… I’m sorry for not acting like the boyfriend the deal had to be,” I told her. “And I can’t believe this happened to you, in my very own resort,”

“It’s not your fault, it’s no one’s… but please leave me alone,” she told me, still shivering.

I removed my jacket and put it around her shivering shoulders, her torn cute top, and blood streaming down her legs. I can’t bear to see her like this.

Whether she liked it or not, I brought her up, and back to her Cottage, passing by Leo and Jeff; “Call the 3 Cottage boys, and let them gather up at the Cottage back yard,”

“Yo dude, calm down, what happened?” Leo asked.

“You’ve got no rights to know, sorry friend,” I told him. Lianne’s still shivering on my arms, I knew she felt my grip to her tighten, when I felt her grip to my neck tighten as well.

I laid her down to her Cottage bed, and hugged her, “While you’re here, I’ll be your night in shining armor, and your boyfriend,”

-End-

A/N: This is, supposed to be a running fiction series by me in fictionpress. But I just wanted to make it my entry too, so I’m very much re-writing everything. And If I wrote the last 4 days. I’d be too lazy to try and re-write everything anymore. So Please don’t stab me if it’s like… a super cruel cliff hanger. I’m really sorry for that. T.T Anyway, one thing I’d like to say. “Please don’t ask for my age,” Thank you. *bows* I felt like, there’s something missing, and I just found about what it is a few minutes ago, Oh well, I hope you like this! =D

Sunset Swish -- Entry for Photographic Illusion Writing Challenge # 4

2008-04-21T06:18:00.001-07:00

Sunset Swish
Written by: Haejin
An Entry for the Ficaddictive Challenge: Photographic Illustration

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“Nice going there, Nick!” Ella said while pointing at Nick who accidentally kissed Resha.

“What? Wait, no it’s not like that, it’s an accident, Tyron--- tri—“ Nick, well tried to explain himself.

“There. You. Go. Again. Trying to blame your fault at others… Nick,” Resha, who had just regained her composure from the very compromising accident that happened in the middle of the class. Was now glaring at Nick.

Nick and Resha are the Student Council Vice President and President. So they are usually together. Both Top 1 students from their Elementary School, and was reigned the Student Council Positions ever since First Year in High School. They are now juniors. It also just happened that Resha was a lot smarter in the common sense division thus, the position of President goes to her, for 3 consecutive years now. Same with Nick’s VP position.

“But, Resha, it really, really, really was an accident, I didn’t mean it,” Nick explained.

“But you still did it,” Resha, strongly replied.

“C’mon Resha, we all know you wanted to, as well as Nick,” Tyron said, the main perpetrator of the happenings.

They have a cat-dog relationship. Well, more like a Victim and the Prey relationship. In this case, Nick is the Prey and Resha is the victim.

“And, all of this is your plan, isn’t it?” Resha irritatedly asked.

This is the most hot-headed person in the whole junior batch.

“It felt good admit it though,” Nick exclaimed, regaining his composure this time.

This is the most perverted person in the whole junior batch.

“Well, it DOES so what?!” Resha answered back.
“Which means, you liked it too, what’s the point of getting mad at all?” Nick answered.

And they are the most popular ‘rumored couple’.

“Now, now, I only allowed you to quarrel, because of your positions in this school, so sit down, remember, we are still on class.” Mr. Salvo said, their Trigonometry teacher.

Resha and Nick looks at each other. Nick grins, Resha glares. And the class resumed as they returned to their scene.

“But actually, that was quite a scene, I like it,” Mr. Salvo said and continued writing on the chalk board. Resha blushed.

Lunch Time…

“Resha, It’s a holiday this Friday and Monday, my Mother said, Tyron, you, Nick and I could go have a 3 day vacation in our Beach House, as a commemoration of the sudden holidays right after the Mid terms.” Ella said.

Tyron is Ella’s fiancé; they were arranged since they were seven. But amongst those who received an arranged marriage, they were the lucky ones to have loved each other truthfully when they met on high school.

Very much like that, Ella is Resha’s pushy friend.

“Can’t we pull out the other invitee known as Nick? Or else my days filled with perverts won’t stop,” Resha whined.

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Nuh uh uh, Never. All four of us should be together, aren’t we all friends? Besides, if we were to invite more people, it won’t be fun if we’re exaggeratedly many,” Ella said.

“How ‘bout inviting the Muse and Escort, Thea and Julian?” Tyron suggests.

“Nice idea Ty-ty” Ella said.

“And you just added another couple in the plan,” Resha whined, AGAIN.

“No, no. Aren’t we all couples?” Nick said butting in.

“Shut up,” Resha said.
Soon, everything happened quickly, and it’s Friday already, around 2PM they’ve around on the beach house.

The Sanchez beach house is big. It has 4 rooms. 2 Guest Rooms, 1 Master Bedroom and an Ordinary Room.

On a straight hallway. The rooms are divided in to two, 2 on the left and 2 on the right.

On the left, there is the Master Bedroom, Ella’s parents sleeps in it, and the room beside it, is the Ordinary room, where Ella’s younger sister would sleep, she’s named Erika.

On the other side, the first room is the Female’s room, there’s three beds arranged accordingly there, and the next one is the Male’s room, arranged the same way with the ladies’ room.

It’s kind of late for a stroll in the beach since it’s 2PM and the clouds are low, it’s about to rain.

The girls are all in their room so is the boys.

“Who knows, you even love Nick, but you aren’t sure about it yet,” Ella said.
“I’m sure I don’t and even if I do, I don’t know,” Resha replied.

“Well, Ella and I are quite sure that you like him, and he likes you back,” Thea said.

“Well, nope, he’s just messing with me,” Resha answered.

“C’mon we all know you’re not dense, you’ve had a couple of boyfriends before, and we know you think Nick likes you,” Thea replied.

“Well, do you know anyone Nick acts all perverted and lovey-dovey at aside from you?” Ella said.

With that statement, Resha blushed bright red.

“Oh, See? You blushed, meaning we’re right,” Thea and Ella said.

On the other room…

“Yo dude, when do you plan confessing at Resha?” Tyron asked.
“What are you saying?” Nick asked.

“Don’t you like her?” Julian said. “Nope,” Nick answered flatly.

“C’mon dude, don’t hide it,” Tyron said.

“Well yah I do, I’d just probably be dumped huh?” Nick said.

“Who knows? Taking chances aren’t bad at all,” Julian said.

“On the last day I guess,” Nick answered.

The Next day, 10 am.

Everyone’s out on the beach, the ladies are splishing water on each other while the guys stare at them.

“You never knew, Resha was sexy too,” Julian said.

“Yep, I want her now,” Nick said obviously staring at her.

“Oi, oi, hold your horses” Tyron said.

All the 3 ladies are wearing two piece bathing suits. Playing in the water, is just splendid.

“Aww.. guys, c’mon play with us too!” Thea said and invited them.

The guys accepted and ran into the shore. With them.

There’s a splashing battle between men and women now.

But, now, Ella, tripped Resha, who fell on top of Nick, and down to the water.

“Are you ok?” Nick asked sitting down. “Y-Yes I am, thanks,” Resha said standing up.

Ella, Thea, Tyron and Julian are staring grape buns at them now with silly grin on their faces.

“Wh-what?” Resha asked and immediately stood up.

And they all still have those silly grin.
Either Resha or Nick is prone to getting tripped, and Either Ella or Tyron, likes to trip people.

The 3 day vacation went a little short. Well I guess. It’s not even summer for our heroes and heroines yet.

Unfortunately Ella had set up a meeting on the beach at 5PM as a commemoration of their last day, and will set out fireworks at around 6pm.

“Looks like there’s only you and me here,” Nick said and stared at Resha’s beautiful eyes.

The view has been scripted, and the sun is setting now, There goes Resha and Nick standing by the shore, staring at each other.

“You know, I think I love you,” Nick said. Holding her hands.

“You think, huh?” Resha answered.

“Scratch that, ‘cause I really do,” Nick said.

“You sound like singing a song now,” Resha said, she was about to make more remarks, but he suddenly kissed her.

“Wh…” Resha said.

“You responded to my kiss, does that mean it’s a yes?”

“Well… I guess, but one thing,”

“What is it?”

Nick was grinning, looking at her eyes. But after all this grinning, Resha launched a powerful slap across his face.

“That is for all of the perverse things you did to me, and for teasing me,”

And suddenly, she kissed him.

“And that’s my answer to you,”

Fireworks blew from the ground to the sky. Saying “Congratulations”

And there goes the 4 meddlesome good friends appears.

“Well, shall we go now?” Nick said while pointing to a Hotel.

“Not now, you wild guy,” Resha said and smacked him on the head.

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“And that’s how our love story went,” Resha thought.

“I’m 34 years old now, and Nick and I has 2 children, a girl and a boy, I just told everyone the start of our relationship, and how memorable that beach was,”

A/N: well then, I think this is better than my previous story. XD Still kind of rushed, but oh well, =D have fun! =D

Bliss -- Entry for The Beginning Writing Challenge # 1

2008-04-21T02:59:00.000-07:00

BLISS
Written by: Haejin
An Entry for the Ficaddictive Challenge: The Beginning

"I know we're just friends but I need us to be more than that..."

“That’s what I told my best friend Christine yesterday,”

My name’s Chidori Alonzo, and I’ve been confused for a while. I like him, I mean him, my childhood friend, Danny Sanchez, but, I can’t seem to pinpoint, if I like him THAT way, or as just friends.

“I don’t understand him at all!”

He flirts with a lot of girls, he’s the ‘playboy’ type, but when it comes to me, it’s a whole new world; he teases me, makes fun of me, and makes me mad at least almost everyday.

I’m right here inside my bedroom, lying on my bed, staring on the ceiling, and finally on the curtains of the window, that has a balcony behind it. The room lies after that balcony, is Danny’s.

Our houses, and rooms are THAT close. Anytime, he could barge in while I’m changing, well, it would be partially my fault, for not locking the window at all.

He’s a big pervert too, that’s why wherever you look at his specialty is flirting, and pervertism. But, for some unknown cause, he really likes photography.

“Chidori~” Danny called onto the veranda. “What?” Chidori asked.

“I want to tell you something.” Danny said.

“What? It’s 10pm can’t it wait tomorrow?” Chidori answered.

“It can’t, if I let it wait ‘till tomorrow, I won’t be able to sleep tonight.” Danny said.

Chidori stood up, opened the veranda window, and saw Danny standing there.

“Wh-what is it?” Chidori asked. “You know… uh… It’s the money I borrowed from before; can I pay it next week?” Danny answered.

“DO WHAT YOU WANT,” Chidori angrily closed the window and slammed herself on her bed.

“And here I was, hoping it was the words I was waiting for,” She muttered to herself.

Suddenly her phone rang, it was Christine.

“Yes?” she answered.

“Oh, what happened? You sound angry,” the person at the end of the line asked. “It is rare for someone to realize the start of love. More than friends but not yet lovers.”

“That’s the point! He’s too INSENSITIVE for his own kind,” Chidori exclaimed. She’s really pissed.

“Well, all men start out insensitive. And they become sensitive, only and only if, someone has deleted the letters I and N from that word itself,” Christine adviced.

“And what you mean is?”

“Show him your feelings, be a little more modest! Guys don’t confess until they’re certain for a little that the other person has feelings for them. Right?”

“Well you might be right there, but wait, aren’t ladies born to wait?”

“Well yeah, that’s true, but with a guy like him in your mind, that saying should go history, before he even realizes that he has feelings for you, it’s either you’re gone from this world, or already has a man in your life,”

“Well, I get this feeling that you’re helping me and not helping me at the same time, Christine,”

“Well, it’s not that really, look you should really follow me since I had liked a couple of boyfriends all with different personalities from different schools and places.”

“You’re wild my friend, and then, telling me that fact for the 100^th time now means?”

“As I said—“

“Be modest, show your feelings, right? I can’t possibly do that,”

“I know you can, and the results will be shown tomorrow, If you don’t have to treat me lunch for 3 months,”

“…”

“And here, I am a jerk, made her mad at me again,” Danny told himself, inside his bedroom, staring at Chidori’s veranda. “Why am I always like this? The words I want to say, always become rubbish,”

The Next Day…

“Chidori!” Danny called.

“Wh-what?” Chidori answered, a faint blush from her face was seen, is she finally going to show her feelings?

“I… have something to tell you, I’m serious! It’s important,” Danny said.

Christine stared at Danny as how his voice is sounding louder. Everybody in the school gates are staring melon buns at them.

“I… I…”

“You…? C’mon Danny, it’s not like you to be stuttering like this, what is it?”

“I… li… li… live beside your house! Hahahahaha!!”

“I thought it was something interesting,” some audience said.

“Yeah, yeah, and it turned out, as a normal conversation, oh man,” another one said.

And the crowd went noisy when suddenly Danny pulled Chidori, and whispered something on her ear, then walks away.

“Chi… Chi… still alive?” Christine said and nudged her.

“Wh-what?” Chidori asked dumbfounded, while critically blushing at her spot.

Lunch Time…

“Do I Really have to do this, like this?” Chidori thought. “I… should answer him shouldn’t I?”

“What are you doing here Chi?” Danny asked, they were in the library.

“I… want to reply to your question,” Chidori said.

“What? I told you, if you’re not sure, you don’t have to answer me right away.”

“My answer is Yes,”

“Really this lady only hears the words she wants to hear, wait, did she say Yes?” Danny thought.

“What?” he asked.

“I SAID YES.” Chidori said making sure to exaggerate every word.

Then, they kissed.

A/N: =P It’s kind of quick, I didn’t even had time for more character developments, because I was truly, out of idea for this challenge. I just did my best. Go me!

~ haejin