Hey. I'm supposed to be sleeping right now. But..
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"Rick."
"What." The lad in question answers monotonously while he continues scribbling down the essential materials and the events arrangement for the upcoming festival. He then shifts his eyes to the list of sponsors and analyzes them carefully. Evidently, the budget couldn't cover most of the cost. He glances back at the words and numbers he had scribbled neatly and frowns slightly. Maybe they need to omit the local band and just hire their school's ba-
"RICK!" A deafening feminine voice shrieks near his ears.
Slightly startled, Rick looks up from his papers to the red-headed girl who is sitting on the chair facing him. The girl grins in mischief and pride now that she has his attention. Rick, having been accustomed to the girl's antics for sometime now, raises his left eyebrow.
"Can't you see I'm trying to work right now?"
"Can't you see I'm trying to amuse myself right now?"
"Go home, Summer." With that, Rick proceeds to concentrate back on his work. Summer is obviously not pleased when he ignores her..again. Is this a way to treat a lady? Even after she has decided to wait for him to finish his work? She even misses her beloved 4pm anime for him!
"You know, your papers seem so bland and I could help decorating it. Thankfully, I brought my colour markers and glitters around. Oh, maybe we could cut out some butterflies too."
Rick put down his pen in exasperation and sighed, "What do you want?"
"Amusement."
"Then go home."
"Come on. Why are you doing all the work? You're the vice president of student rep for screaming out loud!"
"Exactly. And these are my responsibility. Thanks for understanding, Summer."
"Riick!" The girl continues to whine at the uncaring boy. She starts to rock her chair back and forth to create mini earthquakes on the table where Rick is trying to write.
"Alright. Alright. What do you want me to do?"
Summer cheers out loud when she hears his dejected offer, "Tell me a story!"
Rick frowns in disbelief as he asks in sarcasm, "How old are you?"
"Five."
The raven haired guy squints at his friend's horrendous effort in looking like a five year old girl. "Very funny."
"I know. Now start telling me a story."
Rick ruffles his short black locks and wonders to himself how in the world he could befriend someone as unbelievable as this girl.
"Once upon a time.." Rick notices that Summer's eyes round in anticipation and lets out a small chuckle, "there was a young man who worked as a farmer in a small Kingdom called Neskia. His name was-"
"Brendan!"
"Are you interrupting me?"
"No, I was-"
"Good. If you interrupt again, I'll stop the story." Rick almost chuckles again at Summer's pout. He then continues, "Brendan was a hard-working farmer. He lived alone in a small yet comfortable cottage. He worked night and day tiling his land. He grew a lot of crops and always sold his goods in low prices. He also offered the same kindness to everyone. All in all, he was a well-respected farmer.
"One day, he traveled to the market to buy some supplies. He had bought some seeds, bread and some daily needs items. On his way home, he bumped into someone and dropped his bought items.
'S-Sorry.' a melodious and sweet feminine voice resounded. 'Are you okay?' the lady asked.
Brendan was rendered speechless as he dove into a pair of ocean blue orbs staring innocently at him. He nodded absentmindedly as he admired her long golden silky tresses. He could smell faint roses fragrance as the lady handed back some of his scattered belongings.
'I believe that's all you've dropped.' The lady smiled sweetly at Brendan. Brendan tried to stretch his facial muscle to form an awkward smile. However, their (one-way) conversation was cut short when a voice called out.
'Princess Spring! We need to hurry!'
'Coming!'
With that, the princess left the poor farmer without another word. They never crossed path again ever since that day. And the farmer, could only look at her in admiration from afar.
The End."
The redhead frowned at the raven haired boy, "What? The End? That's not an end!"
"Yes it is. I tell the story, I decide when it's going to end." She could feel his darkened mood.
She knows better to stop, but yet-"So, Brendan will stay like that forever? Not even bother to try approaching Princess Spring?"
"Yes. He's a mere farmer and she's a Princess. They won't change. Forever."
She knows not to pry further, but yet-"So what if she's a Princess? She still has heart right? She could fall for Brendan for sure! Brendan. What a joke. What sort of loser is that? Giving up without putting any effort! Can't he at least-"
"SHUT UP!" Summer is taken aback from the unexpected loud interruption, "You don't know anything about Brendan." His voice is cold and bitter. His scowl reflects all the sourness he's experiencing at the moment. "Don't judge him like you have the right to do so."
Summer tries hard not to tremble as she glares back. She's only trying to help and make suggestion for Brendan. She wants Brendan to go for his happiness instead of watching in silence forever.
Rick then backs off and sighs, "I'm sorry for yelling. I'll go wash my face. I must have been too tired." He walks across the room and goes out without even looking back at the redhead.
Summer looks at his retreating figure and sighs. Maybe she has crossed the line. Maybe she needs to be gentler.
She knows he's talking about her.Maybe because she's not her.
The last thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
"I know Brendan more than you know...idiot."
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It's 2:28AM. I NEED TO SLEEP.
Weird post by the way, I know. :/
