If anyone had told me that a day would come when Chocolate would treat me like I'm non existent, I would have said 'I doubt, but if it does happen, I'd sing Taylor Swift's Shake it off and move my also non existent butt'But guess what?I'm not singing, and it's not because I don't know the lyrics but the shock is too much."What are you doing?"I blink as I realize I'm in my room, a brush in my hand while Cream stands at my room door, hands in the pocket of his trousers.Before I answer anyway, he walks to me and takes the brush from my hands, setting it back down on my dresser before he flips the vanity mirror upside down so I can't look at it."What are you doing?"He doesn't answer, his hand moving into my hair in such a way that has me moaning before I can stop myself.His fingers are so long and thin, and they are brushing my scalp perfectly, like the softest feathery touch as I find myself closing my eyes.I say nothing else. Think nothing else.His fingers keep weaving through
Hours after I've had ten cotton candies, two boxes of popcorns, three ice cream cones and one hotdog, I wasn't sure how I was still walking. I was trailing behind Caramel though I'm next to Cream, my hands on my stomach as I say "If I go on one more ride, I'm definitely puking my guts out" "Glad you learned your lesson" Cream's words has me looking up at him a I snap "Well, why didn't you stop me?" He looks at me and though his face still has no emotions, the poker look has me feeling stupid as he says "Would you have let me?" I open my mouth, nothing eventually leaving my lips before I clamp it shut, muttering under my breath and turning forward. Caramel is still bouncing from one booth to another, his face so impassive that it reminds me of the time I decided to go on a bumper ride. Mel hadn't wanted that but I did, so he agreed. I later found out why. Turns out little Pumpkin doesn't like hitting other people which is literally the whole point of a bumper car "Isn't he going
"Remind me why we're here again?"Chocolate giggles as he curls his arm around mine, resting his head on my shoulder as he says "We deserve a little break once in a while"I look down at the male "You hate this place as much as I do"He looks up at me "Cream and Caramel are here. Their beautiful aura cleanses the disgusting filth in this place"I can't help the urge to punch him that's coming up "Are you mad?"It was a simple deal that we made after Chocolate had once had a mental breakdown when a bird pooped on his face (yes, Cream still has the pictures), Chocolate and I stayed in the car while Caramel and Cream went into the Park.It was a very simple rule that Coco abided to easier than one would hope, and today, he's being the usual bitch he is."Hey, freaks!"I freeze immediately, Chocolate bearing a small grin as he turns to the voice. The person is at my left, drunk I suppose because he's practically staggering as he points at us ."You demons from the pit of hell! I can see w
After the whole amusement park thing, we spent our Sunday with us going jogging for about an hour (it's surprisingly compulsory) and then spend the night listening to Doc play the piano.It's also been a week since Chocolate last spoke to me, not that I'm complaining, not that I'm hating on him, no, his life wasn't my business.Did it hurt? No, of course not, I didn't care.Besides, there was Caramel who for some reason was always with me, and there were times when he was, that Strawberry would just join us sitting with a book in his hand.Not that it ever ended nicely because he would find some stain on my nose and flick it off while I see a spider on his book and throw it to a corner, but whatever it was, Caramel was always there to sperate us without us butting our heads.Cream was with me too, sometimes. There was this one time I was eating chocolate pudding, courtesy of Chocolate who wanted to show his appreciation of Hailey, his stuffed animal and I got a smudge at the corner of
Finally, we have a class out of class where no teacher has to drone on and on about something quite meaningless to me.Coach Ace is with us in the gym, his habitual frown on his face though this time he's not focusing on me but other people, yelling in their eardrums.Did I mention he hates children?"You never explained why you wear long sleeves and pants for gym which is literally the opposite of what we're supposed to wear"I keep stretching, my eyes on Katherine who is mirroring my movements except she's raising her legs in a freakishly straight line to her boy that has me saying "Does she know how scary that looks? Like what if she just— Rips?""That's— That's a very inappropriate thing to say" Kai says with raised eyebrows before he adds "Besides, why don't you even have a phone?""Why should I?""I don't know. Don't you like have friends you want to text or call?""Low, Kai. Low""I'm just saying, or probably a social media account. Yeah, so you can be up to date with what's g
I had impulses, and I fed them. It was really as simple as that, but I knew sometimes it was a bit of a headache when I did what I wanted.The aftermath of my impulses.As Vanilla runs out of the gym, the first urge I have is to laugh, because I thought it was rather funny, the look on her face, but then I realize that Coach Ace is staring daggers at me though I know he wouldn't dare touch me and then, well, half the school is looking as well.And then there's an angry Strawberry who would dare hurt me.He just walks to me, he doesn't stomp like he usually does. His eyes are sending me death glares but he gives his hand out to me.I take it as he helps me stand before he drags me out of the gym. I follow him. I know I shouldn't say anything, not yet, but when we're in the guys locker room and he's throwing me to the wall, I laugh "Did you see the look on her—?"He punches me. This time, I know this isn't just his usual murderous rage that I am for some reason always attracted to.This
There are rumours everywhere in school. That Strawberry and I fought in the locker room for Vanilla. Stupid really but we're now the top most spoken people in Aeria.Should I be happy about this?I don't know but I switch off my phone and focus on Caramel.He's happy. He thinks we're one big happy family. It's times like this I remember that Caramel never had a family, like we did. That he doesn't understand families aren't as perfect as his books make them out. That four of us, were a million miles away from being perfect.He's for some reason cheering Strawberry up. He's looking pissed but more than usual and even I can't help to smile at the beast, ready to poke him with my fork if it meant he'd smile at one of Caramel's extremely weird jokes, but before I can do that, he turns to the cafeteria entrance, the happy smile going away "Why is Kai here again? Is he looking for her?"I didn't want that happy smile to go away. Honestly, I just wanted to keep seeing him happy "Just leave
My eyes keep looking behind me with every step I take up the stairs, making sure no one is following me before I reached the metal blue door.Opening it, I step into the roof, my eyes falling on the blonde seated on our bench, her back hunched over as she broke pieces of the sandwich I'd given her for recess and fed the birds.Normally, I'd ask if she had a fever. I'd have even doubted she'd go on a no food campaign because of a fever, but I knew that she wasn't in the mood to actually talk much so I just walk to her, keeping my voice low "I told them I didn't know where you were, Vanessa"She looks at me now. Her blue eyes aren't as wide as before. They don't even hold the humour she usually has as she says, her voice low as well "Thanks"I let out a sigh before I sit next her on the bench. She keeps looking at the clouds, an unreadable expression on her face "I don't know what's going on but when I told them I didn't know where you are, Channing nearly went at me and Stradella, for
"Yes." His voice comes out in a breath and I smile, touching the redness on his ass hearing him groan. "How long have you fantasized me fucking you, mhm?" I keep touching the redness of his ass slowly, hearing him moan more before I hit him again. He lets out a loud gasp, panting now as I say, "How long have you fantasized me fucking you?" As he speaks, his body shakes a bit. "T-Three months." I grin, "Oh, you fucking pervert. That must mean three months of submitting that form. Every day. Never giving up, isn't that right? You're such a dirty old man. You're lucky I'm in a good mood. I should reward you for being so persistent, yes?" He nods frantically, "Y-Yes, please." I bend now, squeezing both his cheeks hard now before I push them open, "But I'm going to have to make you beg for it. Let's see how desperate you are." My tongue goes to his hole first. It's still so tight and covered so I run my tongue gingerly around it. Taking my time to get his tense muscles relaxed as I k
I get to the museum, my guards waiting come to my car as I park it while one of them opens the door for me before I walk out. An umbrella is put over my head as it's raining before I adjust the brown coat over my body and walk into the building. The security guard opens the door and I enter, the marble floor and glass walls reflecting the vases of flowers around the place as a lady walks to me and says in a small voice, "Welcome back, Mr Frye." I smile at her, "It's nice to be back, Miss Salas. What beats seeing the world's most beautiful art work and my reflection, hmm?" She gives a small chuckle, "Glad to see you came with your humor as well, Sir. This way." She walks ahead first and I follow. The Museum is a four floored, heavily guarded building, which is quite understandable. All things considered, Aeria had the most artefacts in the world, since the first Vale, Roshnik the first, had been a hoarder of treasured items. Even earning the nickname 'Pirate' from his close frien
There are things you remember when you're laying on your bed at seven am in the morning, surrounded by five teddy bears and one mouse plushie on your lap while you stare at your ceiling. You remember that you liked to sleep in between warm bodies and wake up with different scents and sounds around you. You remember that you liked to hear the sounds of doors closing and opening with loud voices ringing through the rooms in the hallway. You remember you liked the noise made when you're seated at the table when you had breakfast with the people you thought were family. You remember... That you never appreciated that, until now. "It's been five years," My hand brushes Hailey, as I keep looking at the intricate designs on the ceiling. There's light coming from the window behind me, making shapes on it while everywhere is completely quiet, the only noise being the sounds of birds chirping on the tree next to my window. "Things like this, you grow to get tired of it." I raise her up
Hello, it's me, the author again. Vanilla has been divided into two parts, for good reasons, I promise, which means this would be Book one. Book Two is five years after Book one and would be posted soon enough. I shall also be working alongside someone so they might be, certain things you wouldn't have expected from me. This is the Excerpt of the Book two. ~ "Thank you." He takes the money with a curt bow of his head, driving out to the road while I adjust my tweed jacket, my eyes looking up at the building with a dome having shiny lights coming out it's window. A smile comes on my face now. Good, I didn't miss it. I cross the road and walk to the entrance, the bald man standing there moving his eyes around my clothes before he says in accented English, "You should not be here." I smile and reply in japanese, "Call someone then. I am here with my card, of course, but you would believe I stole it, and do not look so surprised. Call Nanami, he's the head guard here, isn't he? T
It only made sense that Ilya stuck to Edward like glue afterwards. Genuine curiosity filling her everytime she saw him, everytime she looked at him. Though it was only in the shadows she stayed with him most of the time, due to the colour of her eyes, she knew that this man, cared for people, even though they hated him. So on the third month, she told her godfather the truth. "I cannot kill him." Of course, he wouldn't believe it. "Why? Does he have a special weapon? A trick?" "No. I just—" She took in a small breath, "Cannot." No Drasknes would ever dare to report a failed assignment, but then again, Ilya had been so perfect and resourceful that he could forgive her this one time, "Very well, I shall assign someone else to him" But she wouldn't have it, "No." "No?" Strauss stared at her, his hands squeezing the handle of his seat. Ilya did not feel fear looking at the man she had grown to feel a sort of kin feeling for, rather, she felt guilt, "None of you, shall harm him."
She watched them through the screen of her computer, her face curling into a smile at the looks on their faces. They were happier now. Happier than they had ever been. Happier than anyone would have ever thought. She could remember when she first got them, how they were. Even she, hadn't thought they'd change this much. Her smile began to vanish as she realized that it was soon going to change. The door to her office opened and a man walked in. He had the same skin as hers, with the slight accent she used to possess as well though it was gone a long time ago, wearing a lab coat and gloves as he stared at her, his face down, "It is time." She nodded, taking up a small box and removing the contacts from her eyes before looking up at him, a miniscule amount of regret pooling around her stomach as she stood and walked to the male. He didn't move, of course, she was faster, he had seen it with his own bare eyes. He let her hold up his right hand and did his best not to scream out in
We both turn as Caramel walks to us, a worried look on his face, "I was looking everywhere for you." "Sorry, I—" I look at Kai, then back at him, "How'd your picture thing go?" "It was fine." He says then turns to him, "Hi, Kai. I thought you weren't coming anymore." "Yeah. Uh, Vanessa texted me saying she wasn't alright so I just said I'd check up on her." He says, smiling, "I should be on my way right—" "No," Caramel cuts in immediately, his voice soft, "Please. Stay. There's a game about to begin and Vanilla's supposed to play but since she's indisposed right now, you could help play in her spot." Is it— Is it just me or is Mel not stuttering? Kai looks at me, then back at him, "I don't know. I told my Mom I'd be back early." "Don't worry. It won't be long," Mel says, then looks at me, a paper in his hand, "Coco says I should give you this." I take it from him, about to open it before he snaps suddenly, "Don't open it!" When I look up at him, he adds while lowering his eyes
When we get to school and I look around, the first thing I notice is if Chocolate did this, if it had been his idea, he's demented but talented as hell. The whole place looked truly haunted. The lockers look different, like touching them would take you somewhere else and it gave off this vibe that made me stick closer to them before something bad would happen. At the time, I had no idea I should have stuck closer. Chocolate of course, took a thousand pictures of us, Mel and I being about nine hundred of them before my phone begins to blare up with comments. Is that a topaz gemstone collar??? Carl's wearing a fucking gold collar! I want one too!! Channing is wearing a fucking citrine stone collar! You know how expensive that shit is?! Strawberry has never failed to disappoint. I mean, look at him rocking my two year allowance around his neck. That's got to be real pearl, right? I look up at Chocolate who's scrolling so fast on his phone it's crazy he even knows what he's doing
After Chef Mussolini heard about my wonderful eating capacity, he actually came to find us, strongly believing we were faithful fans of his that went through all this trouble to meet him.Not that we denied it, but after, he made me taste all it's food and pick the ones I liked the most. Turns out my opinions pleased him so well, he asked if I'd like to work with him."Do you think I can do that as a job? Taste food and rate it?" I ask."I doubt he wanted a food vacuum and not an assistant chef." He says in a matter of fact voice, "But yeah, I guess, though I think you're supposed to be actually know how to cook first."I sigh, taking a bottle of wine from the table and pouring it into a wine glass, "Ah, well, bye bye to that dream."I expect him to laugh at that, but when I look up at him, he has a serious expression on his face, "What do you wanna be then? Like future occupation and stuff?""Me?" I take a sip from the wine. Shit, it's good, then shrug, "Oh, I don't know. I never rea