When Accidental Kisses And Love Advice Are At Fault

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So, without further ado, I give to you... *dramatic drum roll* The Blue-Stockings' Fictional Writing Debut! (Part 1 *a wink-wink*)

-Xxx-X-xxX-

It was a very beautiful day in Hotel παραδείσου located somewhere in Athens, Greece. The sky was a dazzling azure blue and the huge lake outside sparkled as it reflected the sun’s rays. Inside the guests laughed and chatted, clinking their glasses together in a toast to such a lovely day.

However, the mood was soon destroyed by an anguished cry from inside the private conference room of the dining area. The guest swiveled around to see where the unearthly scream had come from but alas, the door to the adjoining room was closed, guarded by a young woman outside who had her hand pressed to her forehead in an exasperated face-palm.

"Excuse me, Miss?" an elderly woman asked.

The young woman turned and immediately gave a warm but weary smile.

"Yes, m'am?" she asked.

The elderly woman blinked but offered a curious eyebrow raise. "Hello, my name's Joan." she introduced herself, putting a wrinkled hand soothingly on the young lady's shoulder. "I'm vacationing here and I heard the scream. Naturally I grew concerned. Whatever is the matter with those inside?"

At that, the young lady heaved a sigh and shook her head. "I'm sorry if they disturbed you, m'am." she apologized. "My name's Kathy. I'm a teacher at Riverside Academy, Philippines. If you're wondering, that scream came from one of my students. We're back-packing across Europe, you see. It's for our field trip."

Joan blinked again before she laughed, heartily. "Oh, children are always so rowdy and loud!" she giggled, grinning. Then, her face became sober again. "That scream sounded distressed, though. Are you sure they're alright?"

Kathy smiled, deviously. "Oh, they're fine." she assured Joan. "They're just doing their math homework. My fellow teachers suggested that I lock them in this conference room until they've finished it. So far the plan seems to be working."

-Xxx-X-xxX-

NicoTheSungod It's a beautiful day! How're you spending it?

PanchoTheBattleLion @NicoTheSungod Finishing up homework I'm pretty sure you haven’t answered yet.

NicoTheSungod @PanchoTheBattleLion Oh. Fiesty.

From across the room, Pancho, a pale boy with pitch black hair, lifted his head to glare at Nico, a fair brunette and somebody Pancho previously recognized as his friend. Sadly, however, Nico was fond of getting on his nerves.

Especially when it came to math homework.

"Nico!" came a loud, bossy voice from across the room. Pancho had no inkling of a doubt that the person who spoke was RJ. "Put your phone away!"

"I'm just tweeting a few friends!" Nico whined, pouting as Hyme, a towering and athletic teenager, made faces at RJ, then laughed, sticking his tongue out at Pancho. The said boy just rolled his eyes as the bickering yet again ensued. He should have known better than to wish for peace and quiet amongst his 15 classmates (not counting himself). He just jinxed his whole afternoon.

With a sigh, Pancho returned to his paper, scribbling a few numbers here and a few open and close parenthesis there. After approximately a minute, he was done, and he leaned back in his chair, putting on one of his ear phones and cranking up the volume of his iPod to a maximum, wanting to drown out the best he can. He didn't want any unnecessary noise right now. All he wanted to hear was his music and the quiet tapping of his pencil.

It had been a long, long four weeks of homesickness and jet lag, but finally, the High school Sophomores of Riverside Academy got use to it, knowing that this trip was for all the best.

However, that wasn't the reason for his fatigue.

You see, for the longest time Pancho remained detached to the whole world, only letting a few people in. Nevertheless, his classmates had gradually become his weakness, making him think of them more as family than friends. It took almost a whole year and at first, it was scary, since he wasn’t used to it, but, little by little, he started to accept it, happy and content in their company.

And when he was finally relaxed and comfortable enough, the inevitable just had to happen.

He realized that he was in love. With Miguel.

And the object of his affections was currently seated a few seats away, bickering with Nico about the topic of twitter and facebook. Miguel was a fine built boy with chocolate brown eyes and ebony black hair, a student with a very delightful sense of humour and a wonderful personality.

Pancho had fallen in love with this boy and, according to the seven girls in his class (who he now regarded as his gossiping little sisters) Miguel felt the same way.

Problem is… Pancho didn’t want him too. He wasn't looking for a relationship. He insisted that he didn't need one. Nevertheless, he felt his very being protesting to the cry of denial. He didn't need a relationship, sure. But he sure wanted one.

Pancho tried very hard to hide from that fact and whilst doing that he had silently decided that, yes, the universe was a bitch.

"Awww! Miguel Has no friends!" Nico's teasing voice shook Pancho out of his reverie.

When he looked up, he saw Nico grinning as Miguel rolled his eyes. Pancho tried his best to ignore the conversation (since he had the tendency to jump to Migs’s defense each and every time) but he could feel a couple of stares on him. He didn't know why, though it must have been the crimson blush he had upon his face. He's been blushing a lot lately. He found himself vaguely wondering if this was puberty or something else.

“Hoy! I have friends!” Migs cried, defensively, as he got up and draped his limp brown jacket over his shoulder. “And I can prove it!” With that, he strode toward Pancho and took hold of his face.

Now, the said boy was as red as a tomato. Migs was aiming for a kiss on the cheeks but the thoughts that entered Pancho’s mind beyond his will was something he did not want there. He’s going to kiss you and you don’t want that… or do you?

In a split second decision, Pancho swiveled around to try to fake surprise and push Migs away. Problem is, it was a little too late and Migs promptly smashed his lips into his.

The girls gasped and the guys gaped. However, for the two boys engaged in the exchanged in what felt like forever.

But for Pancho, it was absolute torture. His heart was palpitating, his knees were shaking, and his hands were fighting to stay put. This was why he didn’t like letting people in. It meant no more willpower over mind and heart.

And he didn’t like that.

To make things worse, Migs was completely oblivious to what was going on right then. In fact, it was like he was forcing himself on Pancho, his eyes sliding close and his tongue prodding his lips apart. Pancho didn’t know how to react. He could start flailing but that was too embarrassing. He could give in, but the thought was too frightening.

So, he did the next best thing. Pancho clenched his eyes tight and rested his hands on the other’s chest, shoving him away from him. Migs fell backward into a seat, his jacket dropping by his feet and a shock look dropping unto his face. Everybody sat silent as Pancho glared at him, still blushing but now looking ready to cry.

Without another word, he collected his iPod and math paper from the desk and took off, aiming to get out of the room with as much dignity as he can carry.

But no matter what he did, it was of no use. The damage was done. He wasn’t in control anymore. And even if that was somewhat a good feeling…

He didn’t want it. He didn’t want it all.

-Xxx-X-xxX-

An hour later, in the girl’s hotel room, three individuals sat together, cross legged on the comfy bed, facing each other with grim looks on their faces.

The tall girl amongst the group (who we will anonymously name Sam) spoke first in a grave voice. “He was really hurt you know.”

Pancho sighed, as if in pain. “I know.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I was acting on instinct, okay!”

The other girl with long raven black hair (who, for now on will be called Cheska) rolled her eyes. “Oh, sure, Pancho, kiss and run.”

“It’s not that-”

“Then what?!”

“… I don’t know!”

“Why’d you run in the first place? You love him, don’t you?”

“… I do. But that’s the problem. I love him, sure, but I don’t want to.”

“You’re confusing me, and it’s not even funny.”

“I don’t want to love him, ok! It-It’s weird and annoying, and-”

Sam giggled. “You’re afraid, are you?”

“… Yes.” Pancho blinked, blushing. Again. “How did you-?”

“Deduction.”

“A.K.A. Too much Sherlock Holmes.” Cheska snorted.

“Cheska, don’t talk out loud, you lower the IQ of the whole street.”

“Hey! You’re not allowed to quote the show!”

“Yes, I am. I am very much allowed to quote the show. In fact… You. Repel. Me.” Sam grinned. Cheska feigned offence to hide amusement.

Only Pancho frowned. “You guys are weird.”

Sam raised a brow. “Then why are you here for advice?”

“… ‘Cause you’re girls?”

“That is sexist.”

“Yeah, well…”

Sam rolled her eyes and sighed. “Anyway! Back to topic please!”

“There really isn’t much to say, Samantha. He’s just in love with Miguel but he’s too afraid to have his heart broken.”

A pregnant pause. “Yeah. Maybe’s she’s right.”

“I’m sorry, Kuya…” Sam blinked, looking at him bemusedly. “Did you just say… Maybe?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Is something wrong with a little ‘maybe’, Samantha?”

Sam scoffed. “‘Maybe’ just means you don’t know how to categorize your situations, which also means, no, you are not scared of getting your heart broken, Kuya Pancho, you’re little ‘maybe’ just told me that you’re just looking for an excuse for your actions when in truth, you don’t even know why you ran away.”

“… Sam?”

“Yes?”

“Are you some psychiatrist in disguise or something?”

“Maybe.”

“Ok…” Cheska started, beginning to catch on. “So you’re saying that he could be scared because he doesn’t know what to do?”

The boy frowned then glowered. “What are you implying?”

“… That you’re a virgin.”

“What the fu-”

“No, guys, I don’t think that’s actually it.”

“Then… What is?”

“Here, let’s try a different approach… Hey, Kuya Pancho, what’s love to you?”

The boy blinked. “What-?”

Cheska was equally confused. “Sam, where’d that come from?”

“Just let him answer it, Ches’.”

A pause. “Ok, fine, I’ll bite. Love to me…?”

“Yep.”

“Well… Have you ever had one of those sleepless nights when you’re just too scared to close your eyes because you don’t know what’s going to happen next?”

“Yeah. I’ve had a few of those, why?”

“That’s it.”

Silence.

“You have a lot of those nights, do you?”

“A lot.”

“Unpredictable?”

“You can put it that way.”

“… Hate them.”

“With passion.”

“Well, there you go!”

“Wait… Are you saying that that’s why I-“

“Yep! Love is unpredictable. Too unpredictable for your tastes. You’re a predictable guy, you hate big, wide, unpredictable chasms. It’s like Bathophobia, but you only fear some weird figurative abyss instead of a real one.”

The raven haired girl blinked. “Wait… Bathophobia?”

“The fear of deep and dark spaces and openings, like alley ways, caves, wells, and the like. Only this time, Kuya Pancho’s afraid of the unpredictable aspect of love because that aspect of love, in a way, is one wide, dark yet figurative abyss. Thus, my Bathophobia reference. But of course, Philophobia might be more appropriate.”

“Philophobia?”

“The fear of falling in love.”

The raven haired girl chuckled out a smile. “Huh… You know, for once, that made sense.”

A grin. “Why, thank you!”

“Wait!” the boy cried out, drawing their attention to him. “You’re missing the point here! What am I suppose to do?”

The tall girl blinked then rolled her eyes. “Isn’t it obvious? You have to avoid him!”

“What?!”

“Avoid him.”

The boy choked, shocked. “After what I just did… you want me to… to avoid him?”

“Just do as I say. It’ll give you time to think it over. Some time alone will help the mind clear up a bit and will probably help you get over your figurative Bathophobia.”

“But… avoid him?”

“I’m with Pancho on this one, Sam. Miguel was really hurt. Do you think having him avoid-“

“If you’re really with him on this one, you have to learn to trust me. Just keep it discreet and subtle. He doesn’t need to know that you’re avoiding him.”

“Ok… And for how long?”

“As long as you need your space… Oh, don’t look at me like that! Just remember: avoid. It might help you more than you think.”

-Xxx-X-xxX-

The Angry Bird’s theme song filled the confines of the teachers' room as one lone figure hunched over a Mac-Air, intent on killing as many green pigs as he can.

Over to the side, three figures raised their eyebrows at the boy playing Angry Birds, their arms crossed and their lips pursed.

Sven, a tall and lanky boy, was the first to speak. “50.”

His friend, Nico, grinned. “Are you sure you don’t want to raise the price?”

“Fine. 60.”

“That’s better.”

Next to them, their teacher and confidant, Sir Raymond rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“Could you guys stop betting on him, already? Can’t you see that he’s hurt?”

“Playing Angry Birds on your laptop? Yeah, he’s totally hurt.”

“Sven! Hey, wait a minute, what are the three of you doing in my room?”

“Migs is here to play his heart out. I’m Migs’s best friend. And Sven is bored because Luis chose to play Monopoly with the others over hanging out with him.”

“Oy! Squater!”

“Don’t try to deny it Sven.”

“Huh… You know, Luis is good for you. You haven’t broken a single thing this year and you have yet to fall asleep in Sir Manny’s class.”

Sven frowned at the mention of his past exploits (which included a broken chandelier, a broken fire extinguisher, and a broken air conditioning unit) and his tendency to sleep during history class. “Tsk, Sir!”

“He traded sleep for oogling Luis, actually.” Nico snorted, earning him a glare.

“Is that why he was put in front?”

“Ok! I get it!”

“We’re just joking, Sven.”

“… Whatever.”

“Anyway… What happened, ba? Why’s Migs here?”

“I think my best friend just got a broken heart.”

“Migs? Broken hearted? Really?”

“He kind of… accidentally kissed Pancho.”

A startled pause. “… And how did Pancho react?”

“Pushed him away.”

“Ouch.”

“Pancho looked ready to cry.”

“Yeah, I saw him down the hallway… He was heading to the girl’s room for comfort.”

“Wow… the girls? The only people in that room were Sam and Cheska. I’ll ask them later, maybe they could give a little insight to what’s really happening.”

“Oh, god, that is going to be so awkward.”

“Well, Sir, sure they could insight on Pancho, but what about Migs’?”

“Why… does Migs like Pancho, ba?”

“He doesn’t like him-“

“Oh, then why-?”

“-He loves him.”

“… that’s going to be a big problem.”

Sven cringed. “Huge.”

The three looked at each other before they turned their stare toward the object of their discussion. He had stopped playing his game in favour of glaring at the lot of them, annoyance and what looked to be betrayal on his face.

“Alam mo, dinig na dinig ko kayo.” (“I can hear you fairly well, you know.”)

“Dude, that’s the whole point.”

“Punyeta mo, Sven.” (“Screw you, Sven.”)

“Thank you.”

Sir Raymond frowned. “Boys, boys, calm down.”

“Sir, ‘wag ka nga’ng makinig sa mga ito! Wala naman kakwenta-kwenta yung-“ (“Sir, don’t listen to them! They’re idiots and they make no sense-“)

“Stop it, Miguel.”

“… Why?”

Nico snorted. “Because it’s obvious you love him, that’s why.”

“Tapos ikaw, hindi in love kay Hyme?” (“And you’re not in love with Hyme?”)

Sven blinked, then blinked some more at the rising blush that graced Nico’s cheeks. “Ok. Wow… Hyme? Seriously?”

Sir Raymond shrugged. “I anticipated it.”

“Wha-the girls?”

“Yep.”

“I knew it.”

Sputtering. “I-I’m not in love with Hyme!”

“Denial.” Migs snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Hypocrite!”

“Hey, hey, boys, stop!”

“Ha! You guys are—what was that Cheska called you, again? Oh! Right. Love sick idiots.”

“Oh. And you aren’t?”

“Hey, man, at least the boy that I lo-like. The boy that I like likes me back!”

“Sven! You’re making it worse!”

Nico scoffed and shook his head. “See, Sir, this is why boys don’t talk about their feelings! We end up beating each other up!”

“Well, that’s not going to happen in this room. Nico, Migs, sit. You, too, Sven. We’re going to talk about this because, heck, if Sam and Cheska could do it with Pancho, I could do it with you.”

“But, Sir, that’s Pancho!”

“And you’re Sven!”

A disrespectful grumble.

“I’m sorry Miguel, did you say something?”

“… No, sir.”

“Good. Now I want the full story from the very start.”

“It’s Nico’s fault.”

“Shut up, Sven.”

“What, it’s true!”

“Guys!”

“Ok, fine… So, I was teasing Migs, saying that he didn’t have any friends. He got a little annoyed, said he wanted to prove that he did have friends.”

“Tumayo ako. Pumunta ako kay Pancho tapos hahalikan ko na sana siya sa pisngi kaso…” (“I stood. Went over to Pancho and was about to kiss him on the cheek but…”)

“Pancho turned his head last minute.”

“… So that’s how you kissed him?”

“Yes.”

“And he pushed you away immediately?”

“Um…”

Sven rolled his eyes. “The kiss lasted for a whole minute.”

“Wha-?! Miguel!”

“Oh, ano?! Ako nanaman?!” (“What?! Why’re you blaming me?!”)

“Wait, so… You actually kissed him for a full minute?”

“I bet it felt like an hour.” Nico teased.

Sir Raymond sighed and did a little mental face-palm. “My dear god, Miguel! Why didn’t you pull away?”

“… Kailangan ko ba sagutin ‘yan?” (“Do I have to answer that?”)

“Yes, obviously.”

Sven scoffed then rolled his eyes. “Yeah, sir, this is totally helpful.”

“Sven!”

“Tsk, Sir! Why do we have to do this, ba? It’s obvious, isn’t it? Migs loves him. Period.”

Nico shook his head. “Dude, c’mon, he’d have to be in denial!”

“Oh, like you are?”

“I am not in denial! I don’t love Hyme!”

“Right… Sure.”

“Love sick idiot.”

“Shut up, Migs.”

Sir Raymond groaned. “Guys, guys! Can we please settle down and just try to understand each other, here?”

“… Fine.”

“Ok.”

“Ok, good. Now, why didn’t you pull away?”

 “I… I… Um.”

“Yes, those words are totally understandable.”

“Sir, palabasin mo nga si Sven!” (“Sir, can you please kick Sven out?!”)

“Sven, stop it.”

“Sir!”

“I’m serious. You’re not making this any easier. What would you feel if we pressed the issue of you saying ‘I love you’ to Luis?”

Once the words left his mouth, Sir Raymond instantly shut it, watching as his student’s face fell and the others boys looked on with pity.

There was a long pause. Then; “Thanks a lot, Sir.”

“… Sven, I swear to god I did not mean to say that.”

“Yeah. Totally.”

“Sven-"

“You don’t have to remind me. I know.”

“So-“

“I’m working on it.”

“Sure, you are.”

“Shut up, Nico.”

“… You’re working on it?”

A sigh. “Look, ok? Luis and I got off the wrong foot when we first met. Now that we’re together I don’t want to ruin anything. I don’t want to ruin his view on me, either.”

“But… he loves you, doesn’t he?”

“… I don’t really-“

Nico smirked. “Nice. You don’t know?”

“Yes.”

“Ok…”

Another pause passed before Sven, annoyed and frustrated, broke the silence, making a move to get up from his seat. “Ok! Can we please stop this? We’re acting like a bunch of girls.”

“You’re the one who hasn’t said ‘I love you’ to-“

“Shut. Up!”

“Guys, calm down-“

Migs shook his head and stood. “Sir, aalis na ako dito-“ (“Sir, I’m gonna get out of here while I can-“)

“Migs-“

“’Wag na, Sir. Mas maguguluhan pa ang sitwasyon.” (“Don’t, sir, you’ll just make the situation worse.”)

“Yeah, sir.”

“Thanks for the help, Sir, but-“

“-It’s not really helpful.”

“Yeah. What Sven said.”

A sigh.

“Fine… But before you go—Migs!”

“Ano, po, Sir?” (“What is it, Sir?”)

“Apologize to him. Talk to him. Maybe it’ll help.”

Silence. Then; “Thank you, Sir.”

The door closed with a bang.

“… Denial.”

“Shut up!”

-Xxx-X-xxX-

A/N: So, what will happen next? Will Sven finally say I Love You to the person who matters most? Will Nico finally realize that he’s head over heels with Hyme? Will Migs and Pancho finally get the relationship they both want and deserve?

Will I finally shut up and give the floor to Ms. Sydney Owen for the continuation?

Well… Maybe to the first. Maybe to the second. Maybe to the third. And yes to the last!

Yes! Sydney Owen, I chose you! Write me a continuation that will suit my royal status! (Hehe. I am oh so very devious. *insert crooked and evil smile here*)

And meanwhile, enjoy some cute Chibitalia, sexy Gwaine, and beautiful Sherlock GIFs.






More Power To You!

-Duchess Constantine Nihilyon

PS I apologize for the lack of complete description in this piece. Though I know that there are no excuses when writing a story, I will still try to explain myself the best I can.

This piece was originally a Real Person Fic only meant for personal use. I tried my best to add descriptions so you could tell who’s who but I think I failed.

Epically. Failed.

But I hope you enjoyed anyway! XDDD

PPS Oh, and did you guys get the Sherlock reference? Free Internet Cookies to those who did! X3