QueenOfWands

Test Test Test (QueenOfWands)

恋 清水

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☰☱☲☳☴☵☶☷☰☱☲ In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger. ☴☵☶☷☰☱☲☳☴☵☶☷
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Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

╔════════════╬ＡＲＴＨＵＲ ＺＡＶＩＥＲ ＭＹＬＥＳ╬════════════╗

Terrance’s eyes continued to scan the room, taking the occasional sip from his drink. His eyes bounced from girl to girl. Too short, too tall, to flat chested, too flat assed. None of them were appealing, were all the girls at this school really that unattractive? Of course not, there were plenty of rocking hot babes that Terrance has seen prancing around the school... however, it didn’t seem like anyone were here. Or at least none of them within eyeshot of Terrance. That was at least until a girl in a dark blue dress, short in the front, and trailing in the back approached the punch bowl. She took a huge drink then went in for another one. She seemed unphased by the alcohol that Terrance had added, and he raised an eyebrow. Looks like the heavens were smiling in his favor. A girl that not only seemed to know how to hold her alcohol, but one that looked like she was looking for a fun time. She had the perfect curves too, her hair pulled up into a bun. Terrance smiled in an alluring way and moved a little close to the mystery girl. He spoke low, almost barely above a whisper.

“Well, aren’t you just the belle of the ball?” He placed his hand gently on the girl’s elbow, turning her around to face him. As she turned, her ran his finger tips just barely over the skin of her arms as he retracted his grip. He held onto his charming grin, his eyes traveling over her body, looking her up and down. Absolutely stunning. “Tell me, how did I get so lucky as to find the presence of such an enchanting woman here tonight?”

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Alexander continued socializing with some of the girls around. Sure, quite a few of them were cute. But he could easily tell none of them were his Gigi. Either too tall, or too big. Since Alexander was more on the shrimpy side compared to his friends, it was easy for him to distinguish how much bigger other girls were compared to himself. Gigi was petite, and with a nice bust. Unlike any of these girls around. “You’re so funny. Do you want to dance?” Alexander grinned brightly, what anyone would immediately take as a yes. But Alexander just shook his head. “Thanks, but I’m actually waiting for someone right now.” Some of the girls seemed to pout. It was extremely unlike Alexander not to turn on his charm with the ladies, much like Terrance. And they seemed to be noticing this shift in his personality as well. “Oooh. Come on! They aren’t here yet. You can dance with them when they get here. Just dance with me for now!” the girl wrapped her arms around his arm, trying to pull him to the dance floor. “No! I was talking with him first. Come dance with me first!” Alexander began to laugh nervously. The old Alexander would be enjoying having two girls fight over having him dance, but the present Alexander was just trying to break away. “L-Ladies, please! I’d like to have my arms at the end of the night. I’m really just waiting for someone.” But Alexander wasn’t much stronger than the girls, as he struggled to break from their iron grips. Damn, how were they so strong?

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Arthur felt a slight bit of relief when he saw Eva walking towards him, and he gave her a small smile. She looked so elegant in her light blue dress, like royalty. She pointed out his mask and he rubbed the back of his neck. “Jacob found it ironic since he said I’m not very funny… You look amazing, Eva.” He stepped forward, putting his hand around her waist. It was pretty obvious who the two were, as the long blonde hair on both of them was distinguishable from almost everyone on campus. Arthur always felt like he was walking on air when he was in Eva’s presence, and tonight was no exception. He had felt nervous earlier, being surrounded by so many strangers, but once Eva arrived it felt like no one was there but them. He played with the side of her dress, leaning down to playfully murmur in her ear. “I will look better tonight put back away in the closet.” He smiled a little more at the thought itching in his mind. How was she so irresistible?

On the other side of the gymnasium, Isabelle stood with her little click following on each side of her, as they whispered back and forth some kind of gossip. “Looks like they’re still together, Isabelle… I don’t think your plan to break them up went well.” Isabelle turned her head, looking at her friend with sharp eyes. “The night is young, my little minion. I have a plan to make Arthur mine for the night.” Isabelle grinned maliciously, she held on to her clutch purse, squeezing it tighter the longer she looked at Eva and Arthur.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Head over heels
✖✖ I am At... Masquerade Dance
✖✖ I am With... Eva
✖✖ I am Thinking..."My love..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...Blue dress suit and joker mask.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Aphrodite herself seemed to be blessing Alexander’s life at the moment. Gigi wanted to spend the night… with him? Sure, it wasn’t anything sexual or intimate. She needed a place to stay for the night because her place was being fixed up? Whatever the reason, it seemed that his little day dream was coming true. The movie finally ended, much in the blood bath it had begun, and Alexander flicked on the lights at the first chance he got. “Let me grab some more blankets and pillows for you.” Alexander made his way to a linen closet, pulling out some pillows and blankets, practically showering Gigi on the couch with them. He couldn’t admit to her that he wasn’t going to be able to sleep in his room tonight, and it would be more ballsy than Alex was to ask her about sleeping in his bed with him. Not that he didn’t want to do that. He totally wanted to do that! Alexander climbed onto a separate love seat, letting Gigi take over the couch. Though she honestly didn’t need the entire thing. She is so tiny, but lethal! “If you need anything, just let me know.” Alexander winked, pulling out his phone to message Jacob his excitement of having Gigi spend the night.

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When the Friday dismissal bell rang, the ball was the only thing anyone talked about. Every boy and girl was giddy with the idea of getting dressed up, pretending to be someone different for the night, and pretend that everyone was from a different world. Each of the Swedes were excited for it in their own regards. Jacob and Arthur were both happy to be spending such a “romantic” evening with their girlfriends. Alexander was excited just to be part of a huge party, and getting a chance to see Gigi in a dress. Terrance, on the other hand, was taking this as an opportunity to get over his feelings. The remainder of the week still weighed heavily on Terrance, and he had to constantly keep his mind distracted from the ideas of Helene. He tended to focus his time on school work he was almost a week behind on, drinking alcohol, or speeding up and down the highway strip. If his family didn’t have the pull that it did over the town’s police force, he probably would have had his car impounded for the number of speeding tickets he recently received. But this was going to be his chance to have a change of spirit. It would be almost like a fresh start between him and every girl he either hadn’t met yet, or hadn’t hooked up with yet. Perhaps he would be able to find another body to keep his mind off of Helene’s.

At Terrance’s home, the boys had all gathered and were already dressed. Arthur wore a deep navy suit combination. Though he wasn’t much of a fan of the joker mask, it was the only one he could find to match what he wore. Arthur decided to keep his long hair down, which made it significantly obvious who he was, there was no hiding those long blonde locks. “You know, you’re supposed to make it hard for Eva to figure out who is who right? You’re the only person at this school with such long blonde hair!” Arthur shrugged. Jacob was going to be sneaking around the crowd, playing a little bit of hide and seek with Alyssa. For some reason, he liked to keep Alyssa on her toes. Where as Arthur would rather be found quickly and intermingle with Eva. It felt as if they were bonding closer due to the news of Eva’s pregnancy. It was still such unknown and uncharted territory, but Arthur was ready to brave it with her. He ran his hand through his hair, texting Eva. “I’ll be the one in blue.”

Terrance was funning a comb through his hair a few times, and fixing his bow tie on his suit. Terrance however was on the complete opposite side of the spectrum. He just had brown hair and brown eyes, the most plain and common traits of almost the entire world. It would be almost impossible to distinguish himself from other guys known around campus, much to his own pleasure. What happened tonight was just going to stay in the ball tonight. He needed distractions to get his head out of the water. Terrance reached in his pocket and pulled out a flask, taking a quick sip. Arthur and Jacob from a distance were shaking their heads as he offered it to them. “Pregame a little? Oh come on! Don’t give me that look. I told you guys, I’m fine. Let me have my fun!” Terrance passed the flask to Alex who took a hearty, brave drink. He was going to need quite a bit of liquid courage tonight. His jet black hair was slightly spiked, and his caramel eyes shone through his mask. Unlike his friends, Alexander usually tried to go over the top in his look. Something that could be both laid back and formal at the same time. Jacob put on his mask, completing his own ensemble. The four arrived in Arthur’s silver volvo, and almost as quickly as they arrived, they dispersed into the crowd of girls and guys, talking and dancing. Either on the look out for their significant other, or on the prowl to catch a new one for the night. Arthur wasn’t sure what to do, as he stood relatively awkwardly. All of his friends had abandoned him, and he still didn’t know where Eva was yet. Supposedly she was supposed to be arriving with Helene, Alyssa, and Gigi, but they weren’t here yet… or at least he didn’t think they were. Arthur didn’t need to stand on his toes as his eyes scanned the crowd, looking out for a girl with long blonde hair. Little did he know there was one with long black hair scoping him out as well.

Terrance decided to retreat to the punch bowl. A coupe had just walked away and his eyes looked back and forth around. After making sure the coast was clear, he extracted his flask from his pocket and poured out the rest of the alcohol into the bowl. He began to stir it when he got a pat on the back from a strong hand. Terrance jumped, assuming he had been caught. But it was just a fellow classmate. “Thanks for that! I thought this was going to be boring. Get a few of these going around and it should make for an interesting night.” The two seemed to grin maliciously, pouring a fresh cup and clinking glasses as a toast. “Good luck on your own hunt tonight.”

“And to you!” The stranger smiled and sauntered off, enjoying his fruit punch and vodka drink. Terrance took his own big drink, his eyes scanning the crowd for who would be his first target. Alexander was already out on the dance floor, chit chatting with a few girls who had conglomerated there. Though Alexander fully had intentions on finding Gigi, he couldn’t help himself but play a little cat string theory. That is- make himself seem so readily available that girls wanted him. But instead, left them out to dry. It was mean, but not nearly as mean as Terrance’s hit it and quit it ploy. “And I said to him- That isn’t trash!! That’s my dog!” Whatever lame joke that had been executed seemed to go off without a hitch, as the girls and even a few guys around him erupted into laughter. Alexander, being the cheery upbeat guy that he was, loved to see other people happy and having a good time as well. It was the best way to distract him from his own hauntings. Another 4 hours until midnight. Another 4 hours til his 18th birthday. Alexander took a sip of his own drink, tasting the hint of alcohol. Oh, tonight was going to be fun.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Sticking out like a sore thum
✖✖ I am At... Masquerade Dance
✖✖ I am With... No on
✖✖ I am Thinking..."Where is Eva?"
✖✖ I am Wearing...Blue dress suit and joker mask.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Though being in such close proximity to a girl wasn’t foreign to Alexander, something about Gigi just made him act completely different. If it had been any girl he was trying to charm before, he would wrap his arms around her body, try to say something charming or heart stopping, then go in for the kiss. But, Gigi was different from the other girls, significantly. Alexander was already afraid of messing up all the progress he made so far. But he could notice something slightly different about Gigi in the light of the TV. Was that just the red of the blood from the TV, or were her cheeks turning pink? It had to be her cheeks, because once the screen flashed away from murder and mayhem, the red still lingered on her face. He had never seen her blush like that before, and how she tripped slightly on her words. Wow, she is amazing. Alexander smiled slightly, placing one of his hands on her back and sitting up. He didn’t want to interrupt such a wonderful moment. But at the same time, he was having to restrain himself from leaning down and kissing her right then and there. She looked absolutely adorable and irresistible. BEEP BEEP BEEP The microwave beeped even louder, angered by the fact it was being ignored for so long. “I’d better go get that.” Alex untangled himself from the blankets, quickly helped Gigi back to her seat, and hurried to the kitchen, taking a deep breath when he emptied the popcorn into a bowl.

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the paper again advertising the masquerade ball. He pondered for a second before taking it down. It revealed half of the message on the board, and Alex flinched, just for a second. He opened up the Chinese delivery pamphlet, so it covered the board, and put up the magnet on it. “Gigi, you should see if your friends want to go to this. I know Arthur, Jacob, and more than likely Terrance are going to be there. If Eva and Alyssa go, then you and Helene should definitely come.” Arthur plopped back in his seat with Gigi, showing her the flyer for the dance, before enshrouding them back in the warmth of the blanket. Alexander checked the time, not only was the movie almost over (Thank GOD!) but it was also getting really late. Past the “It’s 10 o’clock, do you know where your children are?” time. Alexander was probably going to have to text Jacob soon to see if he could crash at his place… but at the same time, the thought of having Gigi stay here with him… well, he was excited at the prospect. But he wasn’t about to ask, it would probably scare her off. Even if she was blushing earlier from their close contact. She came her on her own bike, so she would probably leave when she felt the need to. Alexander moved closer to her once again in the sheets, and against better judgement and with less willpower, he stretched his arm and put it behind Gigi’s back, his hand resting on her shoulder.

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Arthur listened to Eva, the corner of his lips faltering ever so slightly. Why would she even suggest something like that? In this moment there was nowhere else he’d rather be, no one else he’d rather be beside. Why did Eva think he would just want to ‘walk away’? He cared so much about her, and he thought he was doing a good job displaying this to her. Sure, it seemed every time he vanished, Eva somehow got hurt. But when he was with her, he always made sure that she was safe from harm. “There is no where else I want to be, than by your side.” He spoke so sternly and seriously, holding her hand a little bit tighter in his.

“And I’m sorry about… your…” Arthur found it odd he couldn’t get the word mother out. But he also wanted to be careful mentioning it to her. If finding out the news of her mother’s death had such a big impact on her, he didn’t want to mention it. But at the same time, he believed she needed to be consoled. That’s what normal people would do, when someone found out their mother died. Turn to a friend or other family members for comfort. And yet, it didn’t seem to Arthur that Eva was extremely upset. At least, she wasn’t bawling her eyes out like some people would. In fact she was keeping her composure pretty well. That doctor mentioned how her mother was one of her biggest triggers from stress. Sure, that could be a relief, but was that not morbid as well? That was some cold-hearted emotion, much like Arthur’s normal behavior.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:[1] Get in my car, now!
[2] Help! She is bleeding from her head!
✖✖ I Feel... Scared and Excited?
✖✖ I am At... Emergency Room
✖✖ I am With... Eva
✖✖ I am Thinking..."I kind of hope it is a boy..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...T-shirt, jeans, black hoodie.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

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ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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It was a good thing that the room was dark, and it was difficult to see faces, because Alexander’s face was probably as red as the blood of the poor victims in the movie. Gigi was so nonchalant about him holding her hand. She even was the one to suggest it! He could feel his heart rapidly beating in his chest, and he released his grip from one of the pillows to rest it on hers. Then, proceeding to interlock their fingers. The movie seemed so much less scary sitting there with Gigi. Though he did jump now and again at each of the little jump scares. He really was trying his hardest to maintain a masculine, manly, tough guy composure. But one unexpected scream or loud bang, and Alexander’s body would jump up in shock, continuously moving as close as possible to Gigi. His hand instinctively constricting and contracting on her hand. And yet, she still seemed so unphased by it all. It made Alexander think more on it, as this was also a good way for him to shift his focus away from the scary movie.

She was a hired gun, right? No doubt in Alexander’s mind that she has killed people before. Just like Arthur had several times in the past. Is that what killing people did to someone? Made them hard and emotionless? For as long as Alexander could remember, Arthur had always been so shut in with his feelings, and it was only recently when he started interacting with Eva that this changed. Alexander slightly drummed his fingers on Gigi’s at the thought. Was that also why Alexander was so emotionally different from his friends? Each of them had their own range of seriousness, but each of them has had people killed. Maybe not as directly as Arthur. For sure Terrance, as a spy, has had to sneakily kill a person here and there. Terrance even once mentioned having to slip poison in someone’s drink. And more than likely Jacob has ordered to have a trespassing rival in their territory to be killed off. But Alexander… he was the complete opposite of serious, and he never had to kill anyone before. Not even point a gun in someone's direction. Neither had his parents, as far as Alexander knew. They just snuck around fancy, expensive places, and swiped anything that they deemed to be worth taking. Speaking of which, Alexander was quickly reminded of the ring in his jacket pocket, that now felt like it weighed several times as much as it did earlier.

With them being so close, and holding hands like this, Alexander was fully ready to whip out his Alexandrite ring and present it to Gigi. But, the little devil Terrance on his shoulder was telling him how bad of an idea it was. She was just starting to open up to him, just ever so slightly. Gigi isn’t wooed by grand gestures, and if anything, she will be scared off by Alexander presenting a ring. Alexander paused for a second at the thought and laughed to himself. Actually, in that case, Terrance would probably insist that Alexander give the ring to Gigi. To scare her off so that it was one less drama for Terrance to worry and keep track off. Alexander’s other hand moved from the pillow and into his pocket, feeling the velvet case under his finger. He would have to come up with a more stealthy way to present his ring to her. BEEP BEEP BEEP A loud echo erupted from Alexander, which actually caused him to leap from his seat. Well, leap wasn’t the best word, it was more like jump up, get entangled in his thick blanket, and fall over. The microwave was just chiming to let him know the popcorn was ready. In fact, it has been ready for a while, but the blood curdling screams had tuned out the microwave, and it had steadily amplified its beeps until someone would respond. Steadying his thoughts, Alexander began to sit up, until he felt a weight on his chest. Focusing away from the screams of the TV and the irritated beeping of the microwave, Alexander looked down at the small weight that was on his chest, and was met with the gray eyes of Gigi. His heart stopped in his chest as he just stared. Oh, wow, their faces were so close, he had never seen Gigi so close up and personal. Once again, it was a good thing the room was dark…

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P… Pregnant? Arthur’s eyes went wide and he sat up straight. Perhaps it was kind of a good thing this information had been dropped. Arthur wasn’t good at acting, and he wasn’t sure if he would have been able to act surprised or concerned at the fact that Eva’s mother was suddenly dead. However, he also wasn’t expecting news like this. Oh God, he couldn’t feel his heart beating in his chest. He quickly moved his hand to his chest, feeling around in search for a beat, but it felt as if all systems were shutting down. A bab- preg- WHAT? Arthur’s brain was fried, and all that seemed to play, on repeat, through his mind was the angry shaking of his father’s head. All he could hear were the Swedish profanities from his father, yelling about how irresponsible kids were these days… as if no one from his youth got knocked up on accident. But, he was the last person almost anyone would expect this to happen to. If the entire school were to have taken a poll, this time last year, of who would be most likely to knock a girl up, Terrance and Alexander would have won hands down. The two in the past were notoriously infamous around campus for spreading their own love, in two completely different demeanors, of course. But the way they played recklessly with girls was well known. Arthur, on the other hand, was the least likely to be a young father.

Once his mind was done blasting off, and it had decided to land back in Arthur’s brain, he cooled his face and sat up straight, taking in a deep breath. Now what? What should he do? What should they do? Each reaction from friends and family seemed to play through his mind.

“Oh my gosh! Imagine a little Arthur running around! Or a little Eva! Oh my god, it would be so adorable. If it is a boy, you should name him after me!”

“Wow. You know, Terrance and I had a bet that he would be the first of all of us to have a kid… you know, with his reckless behavior. Guess I owe him a few hundred now… Oh, and congrats by the way.”

“You sly dog! You’re an idiot, because I know I’ve preached ‘no glove, no love’ a thousand times to you. But still! Congrats! Can I be called Uncle? NO- WAIT! I want to be THE GODFATHER!”

"I still feel too young to be a Grandmother... But I kind of like the sound of that. What sounds better: Granny or Grandma? Or even Gram? I already know they will have our eyes and hair. How wonderful!"

"Aunt Lillian? I guess it sort of has a ring to it..."

“Abort it. Don’t ponder the gender. Don't ponder names. That will only get you attached to it.”

That las one made Arthur feel sick all of a sudden. He didn’t want to think anymore on that, and pushed that thought to the deep recesses of his mind, where he could pretend it hadn’t crossed his mind, or that it wasn’t an option. That was… too much to ask of Eva. Especially considering he had no idea how she felt about this. Besides, it was her choice whether to continue the pregnancy or… not. No matter what choice she made, he knew he would stay by Eva’s side through it all. Arthur’s eyes finally moved back to Eva, not knowing whether to smile in delight, or to show that he was truly worried. This was probably the first time he had looked at her so plainly since when they started talking at the beginning of the year. Arthur reached his hand towards Eva, softly patting her hand and holding it. “I’m here for you, through anything.” The thought of having a child hadn’t really crossed Arthur’s mind. He was pretty sure his parents expected it- as he was their only son who could “carry on the Myles family name”. Perhaps, not this soon in life, but it was bound to happen one day, so why not now? He couldn’t lie, the idea of him and Eva holding on to a little life they created. Something that was the product of their love for one another.

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:[1] Get in my car, now!
[2] Help! She is bleeding from her head!
✖✖ I Feel... Scared and Excited?
✖✖ I am At... Emergency Room
✖✖ I am With... Eva
✖✖ I am Thinking..."I kind of hope it is a boy..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...T-shirt, jeans, black hoodie.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

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Alexander looked at the DVD that Gigi graced in his hands and took a deep breath. Revenge of the Dead. Fantastic! Alexander nodded to Gigi, popping in the DVD to get it read. “My parents love movies of all genres, so I just happen to have a lot by relation. Hey, I’ll be right back.” Alexander hurried into the kitchen to get popcorn going, and brought back some soda, handing one to Gigi, before sitting on the couch. “What is your movie watching preference? I keep the lights out, but do you need a pillow? Blankets? Snacks? I’m getting popcorn started but I have a bunch of other junk food if you want.” Alexander pointed over his back with his thumb towards the kitchen. AAAAAAAAAYYYYEEEEE a shriek echoed off the walls, from the speakers and surround sound. If Alexander hadn’t felt his entire body freeze in fear he probably would have ruined his pants then and there. His hairs on his neck stood on end, goosebumps forming all over his body. The shriek came from the main menu screen of the scary movie. And one quick glance revealed a girl holding her head, curled up in a corner, dirty and covered in dried blood, occasionally crying and screaming. Holy shit this was morbid. How did people enjoy this?

But when Alexander glanced towards Gigi, she seemed completely undisturbed or bothered. Damn, she really was tough, and he felt a little hop in his chest from his heart. Just another reason why he was so attracted to her. Probably by how brave she always seemed. After turning down the volume a hair, Alexander could feel his heart steady and he exhaled a long breath. Calm down! It is just a movie! All acting. Alexander’s eyes moved down to the bottom of the screen, where a little caption rested on the screen. Based on Actual Events.

Fuck. Looks like no sleep tonight… hopefully Jacob will be more than willing to let Alexander spend the night at his place. Or… Alexander’s eyes glanced to Gigi, who was calmly sipping her drink. What if Gigi spend the night? A bright red flush drew to Alexander’s cheeks and he had to quickly shake his head, rubbing his neck. No way! She would probably be so uncomfortable here… But Alexander knew he would be over the moon if she laid in bed beside him. His heart skipped another beat at the thought, and when another blood curdling scream came on the TV. Alexander jumped so much that he scooted closer to Gigi. He needed human contact to calm himself, but he glanced at Gigi, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, kinda cold in here. I like keeping it cool so I can wrap up in blankets.” He grabbed a black blanket off of the back of the couch, engulfing both himself and Gigi in it. “Did someone order an Alexander Burrito?” Alexander joked, pulling the sheets up to his nose, just showing his bright caramel eyes. With that, he started the movie, grabbing a pillow to hold tightly to his chest as support.

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Terrance felt as if his world shattered into several little pieces as Helene exited her car. She had nothing to say to him? Well, perhaps that was asking too much of him. But just, it’s been fun? Terrance sighed, his fist clenching up as he punched the steering wheel after she walked off. He huffed in anger at himself. Damn it! Why was he like this? Why couldn’t he tell her how he felt? Why couldn’t he just make her happy? Why didn’t she feel the same way for him? The anger subsided slightly and shifted into an empty shallowness. He had really fucked up his chances at her. Did he really think that she would suddenly change her mind and her heart? That she would want to be anything more than fuck buddies? Purely physical continued to ring in his ears like a death sentence. Helene said she was going home, but by the fact she started walking onto the beach told him otherwise. He sighed and jumped out of the car, quickly following her to the beach. She started walking to the water and Terrance grabbed her arm, stopping her in her tracks. Even grabbing her arms so harshly felt so right to him, just the physical contact of having a hold on her. He didn’t want to let go, but it would take a lot of effort.

“Don’t be ridiculous. It is late, and we are far from your home… I know you don’t want to see me anymore, but at least let me drive you home.” He shifted his hand down to hers, taking a firm grip, and pulling her back up towards his car. There they were, out on the beach under the blanket of stars and sky. The moon was new, so it was completely black in the starry sky. Terrance wanted to enjoy the moment more with Helene, but this was obviously not a night that they would be able to enjoy together… not after this… breakup? It wasn’t a break up, but that is definitely how it felt. Damn, is this how Jacob felt when Terrance forced him to break up with Alyssa? Terrance had thought that Jacob was just overreacting and being dramatic. But damn, it really hurt…

Terrance was able to guide Helene in his car and drive her back to her house to let her out. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, having not said anything at all. There was nothing left to say and Terrance wanted to drive his car straight into a tree. But he wouldn’t, that was too irrational. Instead, as soon as Helene stepped out and closed the car door, Terrance sped away. He couldn’t go home yet… perhaps he would just speed up and down the highway until he grew bored and tired. Just something to take his mind off Helene…

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Arthur felt his heart leap into his chest as he dove towards Eva to try and catch her from collapsing, but her head hit the floor with a THUD and Arthur felt his heart dive headfirst from his throat to his gut. He lifted up Eva quickly, supporting her head. It felt warm and wet, and Arthur’s pupils constricted seeing his hand now deep red in the palm. “EVA!!!” But it was useless, it seemed she was unconscious. A million thoughts were running through Arthur’s head, and he couldn’t focus on a single one, but only one seemed to stand out. Hospital. Arthur quickly stood to his feet, lifting Eva in the same bridal fashion as he always did, turning his eyes to Alyssa, who seemed to also tense up in fear. “Kom i min bil, nu!” Arthur’s brain couldn’t process translating his thoughts to English but Alyssa seemed to understand regardless. Alyssa nodded, grabbing a few towels as well as they ran towards the car. Alyssa climbed in the back, and Arthur handed Eva off to her, Alyssa using the rags to apply pressure on to Eva’s head wound. Arthur jumped in his car and raced towards the hospital, not taking his foot off the pedal at any moment. He probably ran a few red lights, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was getting Eva to the hospital. What happened? Why did she faint suddenly?

They got to the emergency room, and Arthur practically leapt from the car, carrying Eva tightly to his chest before bursting in the doors. “Hjälp! Hon blöder från huvudet!” Arthur was still in full on panic mode, and no one seemed to understand what he was saying. But the blood one his hands and now on his shirt seemed to speak volumes and a few nurses hurried over, getting her on a stretcher and hurrying her away. Arthur tried to chase after, but a nurse stood in his path. “You can’t go! The less strangers around the better. We can get you when she can see you!” Arthur’s hands were shaking, and he turned to the wall, slamming a fist into it, leaving a good sized dent. Whatever conversations were being had around him in the waiting room had instantly stopped from the loud bang of Arthur slamming his fist on the wall. Damnit!! Every time he left her, she got hurt! Without fail in fact! Was she not safe without him by her side?? Arthur had to control his anger, huffing repeatedly in frustration. Alyssa finally caught up, panting and putting her hands on her knees to catch her breath. “I’ve already texted Eva’s mom and step-dad. Marshall said he is on the way.” She was able to get out between pants and breaths. Arthur felt his heart breaking in his chest remembering Evelyn. She wouldn’t be getting the message anytime soon…

As the hours ticked by, it felt like multiple lifetimes to Arthur as he sat anxiously in the waiting room, his eyes focused on the panel ceiling. His fists were clenched and he had finally let his hair down from its messy bun. With each passing minute he kept wondering. Was Eva okay? What is happening? Did she lose too much blood? The nurse from earlier walked over, and Alyssa sat up at attention, but Arthur didn’t respond. “Your friend is stable. Took a bad hit to the head it seemed. But nothing a few stitches couldn’t fix and a blood transfusion from the loss. I’m only supposed to let back relatives to see patients… but I also hate having patients wake up and be alone.” The nurse raised an eyebrow a bit, crossing her arms. Alyssa seemed to take the hint. “She is my sister. And this is her fiancé.” Alyssa pointed a thumb at Arthur, who finally looked down to make eye contact with the nurse. It seemed like a enough for her and she gave the two the room number to Eva’s room. It was difficult for Arthur to take the first steps in. Seeing Eva hooked up to the machine, fresh stitches on her forehead. Arthur shivered slightly. But his fears of seeing her like that were conquered by his need to be by her side. He pulled up a chair and took a seat beside Eva’s bed. Arthur took a sharp breath, watching Eva as she slept. That is what it looked like to him. Besides all the extra wiring. It reminded Arthur of all the mornings where he just let Eva sleep in, so peaceful. Arthur sighed heavily, his mind still plagued with the thought of all of this being his fault. He hung his head, his hands clenched together, so tightly he was practically digging his nails into his own skin. “I’m sorry… I always let you get hurt…”

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:[1] Get in my car, now!
[2] Help! She is bleeding from her head!
✖✖ I Feel... Guilty and Sick
✖✖ I am At... Emergency Room
✖✖ I am With... Alyssa and Eva
✖✖ I am Thinking..."Eva..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...T-shirt, jeans, black hoodie.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

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ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Alexander sat up quickly, his eyebrows practically flying upwards off his face. Oh shit, she was coming? He sprang up to his feet and scanned the living room. There were a few scattered articles of clothing, a few empty soda cans, napkins, crumbs, the like. Alexander flew around the room, folding up blankets to throw over the couch, fluffing up the pillows, and picking up the trash. He had to continue the appearance that some adult presence was in the house maintaining cleanliness. While passing through the kitchen to throw out trash, Alexander’s eyes landed on the whiteboard with its written message. He couldn’t leave that out in the open. Alexander grabbed up a couple papers, one a Chinese take out menu and the other a school newsletter for an upcoming masquerade ball and put them over the whiteboard with magnets. Alexander’s eyes looked over the brochure for the masquerade ball and rubbed his chin. Hm, that could be interesting? It was going to be Friday night. A fun conglomerate “get to know you” dance for Freshmen to start intermingling with upperclassmen. Administration must have thought Freshmen would feel less intimidated to talk to others if they hid behind a mask. Alexander took a picture of it and sent it to Jacob, Arthur, and Terrance. Thinking of going? Jacob almost immediately responded with a yes, forwarding the picture to Alyssa as well.

Alexander had been so busy cleaning up, he finally saw Gigi’s last message, and his face paled slightly. A scary movie? Oh God, please, no. Alexander gulped and tucked his phone away, moving out into the living room again. Peering under the TV stand, there were several columns of movie DVDs, plenty of Rom Coms, Action, Dramas, and… Horror. Alexander’s eyes waivered looking of the titles, his vision feeling blurry. Alexander had never been able to handle scary movies. Which sucked considering Terrance took almost every opportunity to go to scary movie premiers with dates. It was a good way to get girls to cling to you and burry their faces in your arm or chest. But Terrance had to stop bringing Alexander because… well, he did the exact same thing. Would jump, yelp, and then burry his face in whichever poor soul got stuck beside him, usually Terrance unfortunately. Alexander couldn’t handle it, jump scares, blood curdling screams, violence. In fact, the last time Alexander watched a scary movie, he had to sleep over at Jacob’s, because he couldn’t be alone in his house. He also had to keep a lamp light on, because if he closed his eyes in the darkness, Alexander knew some demon creature spawn would jump out of the closet and attack him. The bell rang and Alexander sprang to his feet, and let out a scream already. Not very promising for how the rest of the night would transpire. Tiptoeing his way to the door, he glanced through the peep hole and saw Gigi on the other side. Damn, he was already getting jittery. Taking in a deep breath to compose himself, he opened the door, bright eyed and smiling as usual. “Gigi! Come on in. I haven’t had a chance to pick out a movie yet… but let me know what you think of my selection under the TV.” Alexander closed the door back, putting too much thought into locking the door before following her to the TV stand. His let out a nervous laugh, watching Gigi glance over the scary movies and rubbing the back of his neck.

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Terrance’s eyes stayed locked on the horizon as the sun slowly disappeared. It was calming really, watching the water move, as he listened to Helene. Easy? Yeah, it used to be a lot easier and a lot simpler. They both knew what they wanted, and both could provide that something for each other. A pretty normal and easy deal for Terrance. But, what he hadn’t been planning on was catching such strong feelings. Now it wasn’t just about hooking up with Helene. It was making sure that she wasn’t hooking up with others. Was he a hypocrite then? For being upset at the idea of Helene hooking up with other guys, while he had already hooked up with other girls? The guilt weighed heavier on Terrance’s mind and he kept his eyes on the horizon. But then she hit him with the, ”You can’t apologize for hurting me because we aren’t anything to each other. We’re not in a relationship, we aren’t even lovers. We’re just… nothing. Purely physical. So why would you be sorry for hurting me?” For some reason that hurt Terrance more than anything. Did that mean Helene didn’t feel the same way about him? Perhaps he wasn’t apologizing for hurting Helene now. Perhaps his subconscious was apologizing to himself for letting his emotions have the best of him, and getting himself hurt. Terrance sighed heavily, shaking his head in disappointment. Terrance was truly at a loss of words and wasn’t sure how to continue. He couldn’t express the fact he caught feelings for Helene when she obviously didn’t feel the same way. Purely physical, that was what she said. And that is what they had initially agreed on.

Purely physical… “I guess I’m sorry for… being a hypocrite. I also shouldn’t have intervened between you and Isaac, so I guess I’m sorry for scaring him off from you. I just want-” Terrance cut himself short and rubbed the back of his neck. He had often heard that apologies and forgiveness was supposed to make one feel better, but somehow Terrance felt even worse than before. He couldn’t tell Helene that he wanted something more with her. It was obvious the conversation had turned down a road Terrance didn’t want to travel, but he couldn’t force Helene to like him if she didn’t.

Purely physical. “I just want you to know I’m sorry for being an asshole to you. You don’t deserve that. And I don’t need Isaac’s dad to tell me to clean up my act, and man up. So… I guess that is what I wanted to say.” Was Isaac right, in the end? Had Terrance fucked up so hard that Helene wouldn’t want anything to do with him anymore? His hands shaking slightly, he took a deep breath. “I understand if you are done with having me around after what happened yesterday, so…” His jaw tensed, as to avoid letting any other words escape. Terrance looked over at Helene, but still couldn’t see her reaction. Though his eyes had been adjusting to the dark, he could just see the outline of her face and her hair. Even as a silhouette he felt his heart tense up from her elegance. He wanted her bad, but it seemed hopeless. He didn’t want to let her go, but he felt as if he couldn’t keep a grip on her.

Purely physical. Damn, who knew two little words could cut deeper than sword?

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“Since when did I have a godfather?” Arthur asked, lifting his eyes from the message from Alexander. A dance? Perhaps Eva would like that- Oh shit. Arthur felt his face pale slightly, and a few beads of sweat gather at the base of his hairline. Eva’s mother was dead, and she had no idea. News would probably be pouncing on that information by tomorrow morning, even perhaps as early as tonight. He needed to go see her, right now, and Arthur pulled off his jacket, taking off his shoulder straps and gun. “That is because you haven’t seen him since you were a baby, and you couldn’t leave your mom’s arms without crying.” Noah laughed heartily as Arthur rushed to throw on his jacket. Noah raised an eyebrow at Arthur’s sudden shift from serious to frantic bustle. “Where are you off to in a hurry? If he really is in town, I would think he’d be here in any moment. He would love to see you- and how much you’ve grown and taken on the true Myles family name.” Arthur just shook his head.

“Jacob needs me. Says it is important. Don’t wait up for me.” And with a flash Arthur was out the door and in his Volvo heading towards Alyssa’s. He shot a text to Eva, On my way. Seeing Eva’s name at the top of the screen seemed to melt away Arthur’s cold and serious demeanor. How was she so able to cause such a powerful mood switch within him? He put his phone down and started on the commute. He looked at his radio for a second, tapping the steering wheel nervously. But before he could think on it, he clicked it on and switched it to a local new station. … found dead in her own home. Authorities were reported to the scene after neighbors called in. Close neighbors found it suspicious that Mrs. Esparanza’s front door had been left open late at night. And the sight found was more than the neighbors could take. So far, there are no suspects and authorities are trying to get in touch with both Esparanza’s husband, Marshall Grant, and daughter, Evangeline Esparanza. As for traffic tonight- Click. Arthur felt sick to his stomach. At least it wasn’t nearly as bad as the sickness he would feel if he had been the one to pull the trigger. He may have enjoyed it in the moment, but how would he be feeling now? Pulling into Alyssa’s driveway and knocking at the door, Arthur felt tense and nervous. Should he say something to Eva, or let her find out on her own? How would she handle the news?

His heart sank in his chest. Would she cry? He couldn’t bear seeing her cry like she had the other night, over her real father and mother not ‘loving’ her. God, why is their world so fucked up? And if that was Arthur's 'Godfather that took at Evelyn... why?

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Sick/Nervous
✖✖ I am At... Alyssa's Front Door
✖✖ I am With... Noah.
✖✖ I am Thinking..."Eva..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...T-shirt, jeans, black hoodie.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Alexander smiled at the response from Gigi on his phone. His fingers anxious tapped on the side as he read the message repeatedly, his eyes occasionally glancing to the new ring delivered by his parents. Was that a little too much for Gigi right now? Considering that the only person he knew that gave jewelry to a girl was Jacob and Alyssa. And they had been dating for a while before he bought that for her. But Alexander didn’t want anyone else to have the gorgeous gem besides Gigi. And how more suiting of a ring from Alexander than Alexandrite, a way to constantly remind the gift bearer of him. Alex wanted Gigi to have something, that every time she glanced at it, she thought of him. However, it is still too early to present such an expensive gift. Just curious if you would like to come over and watch a movie with me? I can pick you up if you are still having bike troubles. Alexander shot off the text, taking the ring in its velvet case and tucking it in the pocket of his jacket.

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The silence between Helene and Terrance spoke volumes of their situation. The two that would normally have pounced on one another the minute they were left alone, were now stuck in an eerie silence. Terrance’s focus remaining on the road. He still didn’t know exactly what he was going to say to Helene. Should he apologize for hurting her? Had he even hurt her? Helene was acting significantly different, but he still couldn’t pinpoint if it was over the violent outburst, or was she actually hurt by him chasing other girls. He wasn’t sure if he should tell her how he felt- in the end he wasn’t completely sure himself how he felt. He told Mr. Patrone that he would finish what he started, but was he truly ready for a relationship? Was Helene? Did he even want a relationship? The question ached in Terrance’s chest, but something also told him that he wasn’t ready to lose her, or to let her go. He still wanted what they had between each other. But was that an appropriate thing for him to ask Helene?

Hey, I know I just banged some random chicks on the beach, but I still have feelings for you, and I want us to continue being fuck buddies, since I’m not sure if I’m ready for something serious. Terrance groaned, rubbing his temple as he finally pulled into a parking spot. When Terrance’s eyes came back into focus, he then realized that he had driven Helene back to the beach, the same spot were Alexander had parked the day before. The tangent of the sun was just touching the tip of the ocean and slowly falling down. The sky was a bright pink and orange, and Terrance took a deep breath, before finally turning his attention to Helene. He didn’t know what to say, so the words flowed straight from his subconscious. “Helene, I… I’m sorry.” Was that all his brain could say right now? After all of his worrying and thinking over the long drive that was what he wanted to say? He rattled his brain for more words. “I’m sorry if I- no, I’m sorry that I hurt you.” This was such a weird, foreign conversation for Terrance. Usually anytime he was saying sorry like this to a girl was to break up whatever little fling he had been having. ‘Sorry, I had fun. And I know you did too, but let’s remember it for the fun it was’ or, ‘Sorry that you fell for me, but I don’t feel the same. I’m a bird that can’t be caged’. But at this moment Terrance didn’t know how to vocalize his feelings at the moment. He never had to admit to a girl before that he actually had an attraction for them, that he wanted to continue seeing them. And especially never about a serious relationship.

But Terrance was still unsure if Helene would forgive him. Isaac’s words haunted the back of Terrance’s mind, and it only caused him to shake ever so slightly with fear. At this point, the sun had fully set behind the horizon, leaving only a sliver of pink on the horizon as the dark sky followed suit to paint heavens navy with sparkles here and there. Isaac wasn’t exaggerating earlier when he said you could see everything. At least, everything in the sky. Terrance felt like he couldn’t see 3 inches in front of him, it was so dark. And as a result, it was hard for him to see how Helene was reacting. Terrance was too focused on listening to Helene to absorb the beauty of the night sky.

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Arthur’s eyes lifted from the notes gripped in his hands. The clock on the wall read 9pm, which told him it was time to get moving. Shoulder holsters in place, gun and silencer equipped, and a black hoodie. It was time for the kill. A jittery excitement welled up in Arthur as he held the gun close to his chest, getting in his unmarked car and making his way towards Evenlyn’s home. He had his hair tightly pulled back, gloves on his hands, and a black mask pulled over his mouth and nose. Flipping the hood of the jacket up, all that could now be seen was Arthur’s piercing blue eyes. One light was still on in the house, and from Arthur had memorized from the home’s layout, it was Evelyn’s office. Once the light flicked off, Arthur would wait about 30 more minutes. Then it would be the prompt time that Evelyn went to bed every night, according to his father’s notes. All he had to do now was wait and plot in his dark mind.

He was exited to put a bullet through Evelyn’s head. But more than that he wanted answers. It wasn’t in his job description, but he wanted to torture her first. Perhaps surprise her as she lay sleeping, bound and gag her and threaten to take her life if she screamed. He wanted answers for how she could treat her daughter so maliciously. Why she got enjoyment from hurting her. And who her real father was. Perhaps even ask why she thought he was there. Find out if she knew who put a target between her eyes, or if she had no clue someone wanted her dead. For a second, Arthur scoffed at this. Who wouldn’t want such a witch dead? She probably wronged so many people on a daily occurrence, there were probably so many others who would rejoice at the new of her elimination.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Three soft thumps rang through the air, and a few flashes went off in the window of Evelyn’s office. Snapping Arthur from his day dream, he climbed out of his car slowly. It didn’t’ seem like the sound disturbed any of the other homes around, as no light suddenly came on from other windows. No nosy faces looking out of windows and doors. What the hell was that? As he started to sneak his way towards the house, Arthur saw a tall figure emerge from the house. It was too dark to see clearly, but the figure stepped out on the patio, looked up and down the street, and then took off in a hurry. The only feature that Arthur could see was long blonde hair. Oh no. Arthur hurried his way to the house, up the steps, and before he could look into the office room, he saw enough to know what it was. Behind the desk in the center of the room, stuck out two slim legs in heels, a pool of blood beginning to seep around the body. Just as quickly as he entered, Arthur was out in a flash, back in his car, and racing home. His knuckles were turning white from how roughly they gripped the steering wheel, and Arthur pulled down his face mask, cursing under his breath. Damnit! Had his father really not trusted him to take out Evelyn tonight? He had until midnight to finish her, and it was barely 9:30! He had everything under control, he was fully prepared, and he wasn’t about to let his father lecture him on ‘failing a mission’ that he had been prepared to finish.

Storming into the house, straight into his father’s office, he saw him cleaning off the riffle from earlier, and setting it back on the wall. “What the hell?? I had the mission under control! Why did you intervene?” Noah turned his head, his eyes sharpening. But not so much in anger or disapproval, as Arthur expected. But more so in questioning and confusion. “What are you going on about? I just got back from calibrating the sniper riffle at the shooting range. What happened with your mission?” Arthur was taken aback for a second at his father’s response. It wasn’t common of Noah to lie, and even then, Noah didn’t really have a reason to lie. Arthur moved closer to his father, now talking in a lower voice as if to avoid letting too much information bounce off the walls. As if anyone could hear the two right now.

“I saw someone with long blond hair leaving Evelyn’s house. I heard three silenced gunshots, three flashes from the window. And when I went in the house… She was already dead.” Arthur looked worried, if it hadn’t been his father, and is most definitely wasn’t himself, who could it have been? It seemed Noah knew the answer as soon as Arthur mentioned someone with long blond hair leaving. A twisted grin seemed to grow on Noah’s face, yet his eyes seem like they were full of laughter.

“Well. It seems to me your godfather must be in town.”

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Confused
✖✖ I am At... Father's Office
✖✖ I am With... Noah.
✖✖ I am Thinking..."Godfather?"
✖✖ I am Wearing...T-shirt, jeans, black hoodie, shoulder holsters.

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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Terrance stood in the drawing room, listening in on the conversation that went on in the other room. Hearing her voice again, though it sounded so distant through the doors, was reassuring to Terrance. But when Helene talked about Terrance she sounded sad. He sighed to himself, placing his forehead on the wooden door. “You really fucked up your chances with Helene.” The all too familiar voice came behind Terrance and he turned his head around, crossing his arms over his chest. Of course, the last person on the planet he would want to see. “Go crying to your dad? That’s very much unlike a grown man. But I guess if you want a forced apology from me, here it is- I’m sorry for punching your face, asshole.” Isaac laughed, crossing his own burly arms across his chest and eyeing Terrance. “You know it is about more than that. But it won’t matter if my father sticks up for you, God knows why. No way will Helene forgive you for banging too floozies on a beach, practically right in front of her.” Terrance’s fists clinched in his crossed arms. He had to fight strong back the urge to punch Isaac again. Isaac noticed Terrance’s tightening fists and simply laughed, shaking his head. “Don’t think about it. You are on thin ice, and you don’t have your big bodyguard to pull me away this time. Just don’t think too much about what Helene and I will be up to once she says she is done with you.” Terrance rolled his eyes, turning his back to Isaac, but there was a strong feeling of guilt and worry hanging over Terrance. What Isaac said made sense, why would Helen forgive him for what he did? But why did he need forgiveness? They weren’t dating, so it wouldn’t classify as cheating… but at the same time, something told Terrance in his gut he had to fix something.

“If that is how you feel, Ms. Carbone. I’m glad we could get this squared away, and I’m hoping your men have been finding what they are looking for. I’ve heard much about this Bastien fellow in the short time of our alliance. I assure you that my own followers are keeping a sharp eye out as well for suspicious activity.” Mr. Patrone rubbed his chin, picking up a few papers and shuffling them around to scan them. Without looking up, he directed his voice to the drawing room. “Boys, you can come in now.” One couldn’t hear the bickering of the two young men in the other room, and Terrance was the first to emerge into Mr. Patrone’s office, followed by Isaac. One simple look from Mr. Patrone said what he was expecting to hear from the two. Terrance was struggling still to look in Helene’s direction, feeling too ashamed. But he knew he was going to have to start taking the steps to repair what he did, and he finally lifted his head, looking Helene directly in her bright eyes. “I’m sorry.” That was all he said, but he was sorry for all of it. For hurting her sneaking off with two girls, for scaring her when fighting Isaac, and for not telling her how he felt all this time. “I’m sorry, Helene. Sometimes our emotions get the best of us.” Isaac spoke up, nodding respectfully towards her. Mr. Patrone’s eyes sharpened slightly on Terrance, and he cleared his throat with a hearty cough. “Terrance, have you thought more on what I asked you earlier?” Very much so referring to what Terrance was going to do in regards with Helene. Terrance didn’t pull his eyes away from Helene, maintain his eye contact on her face as he responded. “I’m not done yet. I’m going to finish what I started.” Mr. Patrone clapped his hand together in a singular thunderous clap. “Since this is all settled, Ms. Carbone and Mr. Flights. You are both dismissed. Isaac I want you to stay. We have to discuss some findings of Jacob’s from the beach the other day.” And with that, Helene and Terrance exited the room, Terrance closing the office doors so that the two could talk with a bit more privacy. The fact Terrance could look at Helene for so long earlier was a miracle, because now he was having a hard time once again to turn in her direction. “Helene… Can we talk? Over dinner perhaps?” Terrance rubbed the back of his neck, still not looking at Helene, he was fully preparing himself for her rejection, but he wasn’t going to let her go without a fight.

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Alexander was sitting on his couch, the TV blaring something about a crime show, but he was too disinterested in it. Alexander had caught wind that Arthur had a mission to fulfil, and Jacob and Terrance had to talk with Mr. Patrone about what happened on the beach, both regarding the fight and the news of a Munez boy peddling on the beach. So, poor Alexander was left to his own devices. But he didn’t seem too upset, as a special delivery had been made. Although Alexander didn’t see his parents for 5 years, they always somehow shipped him a trophy of whatever little thing they were recently trying to swipe away from rightful owners. Alexander’s eyes were scanning a single card that was attached the package, no shipping or return address on it. His parents had good enough connections that the package could just get passed along, one by one, until reaching the rightful recipient, Alexander. The message was short:

“Happy Birthday, my love. 18 years old. That was how old your father and I were when our parents “allowed” us to date. Funny concept, huh? Getting permission from parents to love who you love. Our gift to you this year is a token of love. If you aren’t seeing anyone these days, hold on to it. If not, give it to the one you think is most deserving of your love.”

Alexander picked up the box, flipped open a pocket knife, and opened it up. Inside was a black, velvet box, and upon opening it, he found a stunning Alexandrite Ring. It shined multiple colors in the light of the TV and Alexander couldn’t stop staring at it, mesmerized. He smiled a little to himself, and closed the box up, before shooting a text message to Gigi. Are you free tonight?

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Confident for my mission
✖✖ I am At... Father's Office
✖✖ I am With... Noah.
✖✖ I am Thinking..."..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...School Uniform

Behind Blue Eyes [1x1]

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ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴ'Ｓ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe тнe вαd мαɴ
тσ вє тнє ѕα∂ мαη

ＢＥＨＩＮＤ ＢＬＵＥ ＥＹＥＳ

ＡＮＤ ＮＯ ＯＮＥ ＫＮＯＷＳ ＷＨＡＴ ＩＴＳ ＬＩＫＥ．．．

тo вe нαтed
тσ вє ƒαтє∂

ＴＯ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＯＮＬＹ ＬＩＥＳ

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When the final bell rang, it seemed to rattle Arthur’s brain with it. He had already mentioned to Eva that he had somethings to take care of for his father, so he probably wouldn’t see her for the rest of the evening. Instead, he entrusted Eva’s safety to her close friend, Alyssa. Her words about ‘that’s what love is’ still haunted him as he felt sick to his stomach. She claimed there was nothing that couldn’t be forgiven and yet… Arthur still had his doubts. Meeting up in the parking lot, he said his goodbyes and kissed Eva on the forehead. “I can pick you up from Alyssa’s when it is safe to come back to my place… so it may be late.” Arthur’s eyes, that looked so warmly on Eva, shifted to somewhat cold as he moved his eyes towards Alyssa. Not that he was being mean to her, he just spoke more seriously to anyone besides Eva. “Don’t let her out of your sight.” With that, Arthur gave one more kiss goodbye and headed out to his own car. Without the presence of Eva with him, Arthur could feel his natural cold-hearted, stony nature reemerge from inside. His face grew serious, his expression cold, and he drove back to his house to collect the documents from his father’s office.

Alone, Arthur pulled down his personal gun from the wall rack and began to shine it with a cloth. Scattered on the table were all of the notes his father had taken so far regarding Evelyn. Her sleeping pattern, her daily movements. There was also a copy of a transcript of a text conversation between Evelyn and Eva’s step father, Marshall. Apparently, Marshall was going to be going away for the evening, so Evelyn was going to be all alone. There was a slight excitement in Arthur’s chest. It had been so long since he had executed a kill, that he hadn’t realized how much he missed the feeling. His emotions of love had been blocking out his own passion for the kill of cold-blood, and shiver seemed to run up his spine in excitement. He kept his phone silence and tucked in his pocket. His eyes watching the clock as it ticked by. He would have to wait until it got darker for him to sneak into Evelyn’s house, find her asleep, and finish his job. But he wasn’t going to go slow with her, no. He wanted to make Evelyn suffer physically as much as she made Eva suffer emotionally. He was going to have his own hämnd, his eyes reading over the Swedish word on his gun. He couldn’t distract himself with the sweet thoughts of Eva. He had to focus on his mission. He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, and Arthur turned his head to see his father, who nodded slightly in approval. “I’m glad to see you are getting more serious again. I’m send you alone for this one, as I trust it will be an easy and fast hit for you.” Arthur just nodded to his father, who moved towards the rack of guns, grabbing down a sniper riffle and putting int a long, black duffle bag. Arthur could only assume his father was going out for his own mission as well, and Arthur returned to watching the clock tick by.

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“You can tell your friend to come in now.” The cool voice came from Jacob’s father as he sat at a large oak desk in his office, flipping through some handwritten notes on his desk. He had just finished looking through some reports in regard to a few transactions. But was now shifting his attention to notes he had taken from Isaac over the scuffle at the beach that occurred. Jacob, behaving seriously nodded to his father and walked out, down the hall to collect his friend who was sitting on the couch. He held in his hand a metal lighter that he continuously flicked on and off, tossing from hand to hand. Terrance had to do something to keep his mind distracted. He didn’t know what was coming from Mr. Patrone, but he was well aware at the fact that he was going to have to set everything right. Clean up the mess he made, yada-yada. “You can go in now… Helene should be here in a few. He wants to talk to you, then Helene, and then both of you together.” Terrance just nodded, taking in a deep breath before heading to Mr. Patrone’s office. Though he wasn’t a Mafia don, the way Mr. Patrone held himself in his leather seat behind his oak desk reminded Terrance of the Godfather. Mr. Patrone waved his hand for Terrance to take a seat, and he did so obediently. There they sat in silence for quite a while, as Mr. Patrone’s eyes continued to scan over a document. Terrance grew increasingly nervous with each passing moment. Not knowing what to expect from Jacob’s father.

Finally, setting down the paper and taking off his glasses, Mr. Patrone looked Terrance in the eyes. Terrance shivered slightly, as if he could feel his entire body freeze up. “My first born son, Isaac…” Mr. Patrone leaned back into his leather chair, but kept his eyes locked on Terrances.

“As you are aware, with your presence here… brought me some troubling news, about a fight. I was prepared to fill out an order form to the Myles family for a new hit. But when it was revealed to me who I was to deal with, I was truly stunned.” Mr. Patrone sat up again, resting his elbows on his desk and interlocking his fingers. His cold eyes never breaking from Terrance’s brown ones. And Terrance tried hard not to break the eye contact as well, though he could feel himself holding in his breath with each passing second.

“You know, all of our families have been close over the ages. Dating back to the Viking times in Sweden. Some people believe they deserve respect, but you see for all of us respect is earned. And our families have been respectful to one another all this time. In fact our alliances were so convenient and beneficial to one another. I grew up thinking your dad was my brother. And though we aren’t attached by blood, I still see him as my brother. Just in the way I’ve respected your family, and my family respected your family, for generations and generations, yours has done the same to mine. So tell me- As I’ve already heard my son’s version of events- what led up to this burst of disrespect?”

Terrance was at a loss of words. His actions would probably be remembered for a long time in the Patrone family. And if anything, he has greatly dishonored his own family’s integrity in the process. “I’m sorry, Mr. Patrone. I shouldn’t have hit Isaac-“

“I think you learned that lesson enough, by what I can see of your face. I know you're sorry, as anyone who crosses my family should be. But considering that our families are so close, this is why I’m listening out to you like a son, rather than putting a target on your back. Now, I’d appreciate you answering my question of why this happened.” Terrance finally had the courage to break eye contact, looking down at his shoes on the floor. He knew exactly why he had punched Isaac, but didn’t know how to communicate it best to Mr. Patrone. That he was angry at Isaac for hitting on a girl that he cared about. Would Mr. Patrone laugh at him? Call him an idiot for getting attached? At least, that is what Terrance would do if he were in Mr. Patrone’s position, lecturing a future generation of delinquents. But before Terrance could say anything, it seem Mr. Patrone had already read Terrance’s mind.

“It is about Helene. Yes? Our newest member… Oh, don’t deny it boy! Look me in the eyes!” Terrance sat up straighter when Mr. Patrone raised his voice, locking his eyes back on his. Mr. Patrone tapped his fingers on the desk, studying Terrance’s face like a complex puzzle.

“Jacob has informed me of a few things regarding your relationship with Ms. Carbone.” Terrance blushed a bit at the statement. Exactly how much did Jacob tell Mr. Patrone about their relationship?

“It seems to me you have quite a vendetta against love. Can you tell me why that is?” Terrance finally found his voice, reciting off the same thing he had told his friends millions of times before. “We can’t go around falling in love in this line of work. There are too many conflicts of interest.” Mr. Patrone raised an eyebrow at Terrance, who looked crossly away from Mr. Patrone.

“I see… yet, you fully let your emotions and feelings for Ms. Carbone effect you so greatly you attacked my eldest son. A very stupid action. Yet as always, it shows your character of loyalty. Though primarily a loyalty to Ms. Carbone rather than us.” Terrance felt embarrassed. Of course he was loyal to the Patrone family, they practically were the ones that signed every other family’s paycheck at the end of the day. And yet they treated everyone they worked with like family, not hired spies and killers. The Patrone family was truly humble in their power, and Terrance was raised to remember that. And yet, he had still attacked Isaac… because he was more loyal towards Helene? It didn’t sit right in Terrance’s mind. He had only known Helene for such a short time, yet he practically been raised around Jacob and his family.

“I can see you are still conflicted in the matter of the heart. Though you are correct, you shouldn’t go throwing around your emotions like your friend, Alexander. But at the same time, you couldn’t have picked a more appropriate girl to chase after. One who already knows your secrets. Who you really are, and who is also involved in our line of work.” A machine on Mr. Patrone’s desk beeped a couple of times and he turned his attention to it before standing up.

“Speaking of, Helene seems to have arrived. I’ll talk with her for a bit. If you wouldn’t mind waiting in the drawing room.” Mr. Patrone waived to two double doors and Terrance stood up to pass into the other room. “I’ll call you in when I’m ready for you. I want you to apologize to Ms. Carbone for acting out in front of her. And that it isn’t an accurate representation of how our families work, and was a fluke.” Terrance nodded his head, starting to close the doors. “And Terrance-“ Mr. Patrone called lastly. Terrance’s eyes shot up to him, and nodded in recognition.

“Just as I hope you don’t bother Isaac. I’m making sure he won’t bother you anymore as well. In regard to matters of the heart, and in my eyes, Helene is in your court, not Isaac's. I for one believe it was wrong of him to overstep bounds like that without discussing your intentions with Helene. I probably would have done the same to your old man if I ever caught him hitting on my own girl. But, you have to decide what you want, tonight. No more one foot in, one foot out. I want your answer- If you are going to be serious with our Ms. Carbone, then I will tell Isaac to keep his distance and focus his time on better matters. But if not, Isaac has my permission to pursue her, and if you intervene again, I won’t be nearly as gernerous as I am right now.”

Mr. Carbone waived to Terrance to close the door, and he opened again beckoning in Helene. “Please, have a seat, Ms. Carbone… I want to discuss with you the happenings of the other day…”

╚══════╬ "We Swedes are used to the cold... I just don't want you to freeze beside me." ╬══════╝

ＢＵＴ ＭＹ ＤＲＥＡＭＳ．．．

ＴＨＥＹ ＡＲＥＮ'Ｔ ＡＳ ＥＭＰＴＹ

ＡＳ ＭＹ ＣＯＮＳＣＩＥＮＣＥ ＳＥＥＭＳ ＴＯ ＢＥ

Ｉ ＨＡＶＥ ＨＯＵＲＳ， ＯＮＬＹ ＬＯＮＥＬＹ．．．

ＭＹ ＬＯＶＥ ＩＳ ＶＥＮＧＥＡＮＣＥ

ＴＨＡＴ'Ｓ ＮＥＶＥＲ ＦＲＥＥ

✖✖ Translations:...
✖✖ I Feel... Confident for my mission
✖✖ I am At... Father's Office
✖✖ I am With... Noah.
✖✖ I am Thinking..."..."
✖✖ I am Wearing...School Uniform