Who the fuck is she??Okay, guys, I just had this mind-blowing idea! What if, dun dun dun! Stradella and Channing were fighting in the locker room because they both like her?Carl is cute and all but he's soooooo-I repeat, WHO THE FUCK IS SHE??!!On a scale of one to a thousand, my woman intolerance number would be a minus zero because how the fuck is this any of their businesses?!You see something pretty, you like it, you fucking appreciate. That's the fucking problem with women. They don't appreciate. They think everything is a fucking competition.It's one reason I see them all as idiots."Twelve thousand likes, Mel!" I say, shoving my phone into his face "That's more than what even I have gotten!"It's his account, which for the first time since we opened it, is actively gaining something but he doesn't even bother to look at the screen "C-Cool"I pout, taking my phone away from him before turning to Cream and shoving it to his face "What do you think?"He doesn't answer.Fine.
I giggle, turning back to them "I'm gonna paint her! The look of horror on her face! She thought I was going to hurt her"My baby brother looks at me. Finally, except the gloomy look isn't gone. It's just replaced with worry "You weren't, were you?""Oh no, Mel" I shake my head "Not publicly"He keeps staring.I laugh "I jest baby, I jest, but let's talk about the newest shit on ground. My dear Kitten""I swear to God, if you talk about her one more time-""Would you rather I talk about shits like how many calories I lost? No shit, Sherlock. Plus, I know you like hearing me talk even though you pretend that you don't, except now, I'm talking about something you give a fuck about!""That hasn't been proven yet""Baby, denial suits you but I don't fuck with that" I turn back to Caramel "Holy shit! I got it!"He blinks "What?""I'd take Vanilla shopping! Obviously, the reason why they're saying shits about her are this horrible dreary clothes they make us wear. When I get her in some rea
The drive is silent, her scent that reminds me of the boys and me wafting all through the car. Her eyes don't turn to me and maybe, just maybe, I wanted her to smile at me so I say "I got asked if I'd like to join an advanced placement class. Advanced Calculus, that is" "That's wonderful, Vanilla" She says, sparing me a smile "What did you say?" I smile too "I said yes" "Immediately?" I look at her now "Was that a bad idea?" "No, of course not, dear." She says, looking back to the road "It's a good thing that you agreed since it helps you get in colleges easier but I thought you might like to consider it before actually agreeing. Advanced classes aren't just advanced for anything. Not that I don't think you can't handle it, I'm wondering how you'd be able to squeeze time for Coach Ace" I facepalm "Oh, Jesus. I forgot about that" "Well, don't. He'd he very happy to see you on Friday" "He told you that?" She nods "Yes" I sink more into the leather seat. "Why?" She looks at
EJ runs to me now, his body shoving so deeply into my stomach that I cough out first before he squeezes me like I'm some teddy and looks up at me making me say "Jesus, EJ, princesses have to be treated more carefully" "Oops, sorry" He does not look sorry at all and his grip hasn't lessened "I'm so happy to see you! Because I've been really really good!" "Have you?" I ask, watching him nod as he takes his hands off my body and salutes "Yes, Ma'am!" "Hmmm" I walk around him, using my hands on my chin and stroking an imaginary beard before I grab him from behind and say "Then why are you laughing?" He laughs "How are you doing that?" I begin to tichkr him, louder laughs leaving his body as I say "Ah ha! People laugh when they lie" He's twisting and turning as he says in between his screams "It's because you're tickling me!" I grab him and pull him into my body, rubbing my hands over him as he laughs out loud "See, you're still laughing!" "Cause you're tickling me!" We're both l
We leave the building and walk to the lot lot before he suddenly grabs my arm and pulls me back. I whip my head around to face him as he says "You're one of them, aren't you?" He's squeezing too tight and it hurts "What the fuck are you talking about?" "One of the patients staying at her house" He says, with disgust in her voice "Troubling her with your stupid problems and existence" "What—" "You have no idea who she is, do you? Her worth. You all make use of her kindness and give her nothing in return but suffering. You useless pieces of—" "Take your hands off the Lady, Damon" I turn, surprised to see Alex now next to us. I also notice that I've never heard him sound so— Cold. Damon stares at him, recognition in his eyes before he shoves me into Alex and storms back into the building. I move away from him as I hold my arm, Alex staring at me "Are you okay, Lady Vanilla?" His voice is back to it's usual tone as I nod "Yeah, but don't tell Doc" He blinks at me. "I don't
That night, after the whole crazy episode with Chocolate, because he is losing a screw in his head, I'm sure of it, I asked Doc if I could sleep in her room.I'm sure I'd never seen her look so surprised before but my excuse was since Coco was acting creepier than normal, he could want to sneak into my room again and it'd be a risk if I didn't hide somewhere, at least.She had chuckled and allowed me to stay.Then to make matters more surprising, my mouth moved and asked her if the boys could stay with me.She hadn't looked too surprised about this one and said with her usual calmness "I'm afraid not, dear""Oh" I was so embarrassed after that reply.Why did I even ask that in the first place? What, in the world, prompted that very embarrassing question?I was even trying to find a new way of hiding under a sheet and disappearing forever when she added "But one of them could stay over"Okay, I didn't feel too embarrassed that time. "One person?"She nodded, her eyes moving to the brui
"Since you are as clueless as my darling brother, I must, as usual, come to your rescue" He says "With the current rumors going around, the whole world is wondering what sort of food you eat, what kind of clothes you wear and if you actually know the right angles in taking your pictures""Tell them it's none of their business""That's the wrong thing to say because Instagram is all about making it their business" He says "Do you want this cookies or not?"I don't say anything."Good girl" He faces the chart again "As I was saying, we four are the most followed people in Aeria. At least, in the teenage sector. I have about a million followers because I post regularly and there's nothing I don't look good in, Strawberry has the same amount, give or take, because girls like bad boys or boys who can crush the wind out of their throats, Cream has about a thousand less because they all think he's a snob but would still fuck it and Caramel— Ah well, Caramel currently has more than all of us
After that day, my life was thrown into chaos.Even though Strawberry had went all 'He doesn't mean one thing he's said here', Chocolate still went ahead to open an Instagram account for me.Kittenilla.And apparently, the picture for the profile was Caramel when I kissed him on the cheek, half of it anyway, Coco said the other half, me kissing his cheek was what Mel used as his."You're both taking half's, which is so cute!" I ignored the urge to punch him.But even that, yes, Coco, was more bearable than what my life became in school.All of a sudden, everyone wanted to talk to me, know me. Even Katherine apologized about what happened, said something about how Queen Bee's are usually territorial but she'd share her spotlight with me because she's a nice person.But anyone with two eyes would see that she was only doing it because she wanted to sit with us, next to Strawberry.Yes, I sat at their seat during lunch.I know, I know, I'm supposed to sit with Kai but he still wouldn't
"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