I have lengthy titles.
And I'm so sorry for not posting earlier! I just couldn't get the plot running! OTL"
But who cares? Look! A Migancho and Suis milkshake!
And I'm so sorry for not posting earlier! I just couldn't get the plot running! OTL"
But who cares? Look! A Migancho and Suis milkshake!
Their two weeks in Greece had ended. They were now in Rome, Italy.
It took a while to get through customs (since Sir Rentoy preferred the airplane to the train) but once they were out, they were instantly whisked to a long line of cabs that then took them to their hotel.
And, yes, the hotel was nice. It really was. It had a massive chandelier and a lush red carpet and windows that shut with the touch of a button and lights that closed when somebody clapped ("Shit, the lights-- Sam! Stop clapping!" "But hearing your girly screams is just so fun!").
It was ok. No. Actually, it was brilliant. They spent thirty minutes exploring the place. It took an hour to find all of them. And it took another hour for the teachers to get them settled down.
It would have been easier, though, if they had them assembled in the basement parking lot and not the massive ballroom on the fifth floor.
And that was when dread started to settle in the stomachs of the second year class of Riverside Academy. Because, quite suddenly, they realize what class they have neglected the past six weeks.
"Oh, god no." Sven groaned. The others agreed as Ms Cathy (Ms Cathy. Not Ms Kathy, ok? They're two different people) stood before them, a smug look on her face.
And to answer your question: The class they missed?
Yeah, it's called EAM. Or 'Etiquette and Manners' class. Which, by the way, is the most boring class of all time and if they had to spend another millisecond in this ballroom they were gonna spontaneously combust into a thousand glittery stars and will sprinkle down unto the shiny dance floor to remind everybody never to enter the room again unless they wanted to be--
"Ok, Hyme, we get the point." Ms Cathy said, rolling her eyes. The boy just grumbled and pouted, earning him a fond hit on the shoulder fairly delivered by Nico.
And that's how they spent majority of their afternoon. They spent it dancing the waltz for goodness sake.
At least, that's what the others were doing. What Pancho was doing, however, was talking to Pat about his love life, which, at the moment, was rather non-existent.
"Ow." Pat said. Pancho winced and withdrew his foot, taking a step back.
"Sorry." He quickly apologized, trying his best not to look down at their feet. Pat just sighed quietly again and they went back to dancing in silence.
Around him, Pancho heard laughter and shouting. That's the only thing he likes about EAM. Ms Cathy may teach etiquette and manners but she never expected them to apply them all the time. And, if he thought about it, she was a really cool teacher.
"Pat!" Ms Cathy suddenly called out. "Closer with Pancho, please."
The girl sighed again and stepped a little closer, wary of Pancho's wandering feet.
"Maybe I should lead." He suggested. Pat just raised a brow but followed his steps and soon, they were gliding across the shiny floor.
"You're actually good at this." She pointed out. Pancho smiled down at her and they swayed to the music. "So... How are things?"
Pancho blushed. Of course Pat would be in on this. How else could she not be?
"Fine." He curtly replied. "Just... Fine."
"We're worried about you." Pat pointed out, concerned frown setting in. "You seemed a little lonely."
"Just a... minor set back."
"Minor set back?"
"I... Uh... Yeah."
Pat raised an eyebrow and was about to open her mouth to say something when, suddenly, Sabrina appeared next to them with her dance partner.
And that dance partner happened to be Miguel.
Pancho averted his eyes at the sight of his 'friend' and instantly started busying himself with trying not to step on Pat's feet.
"Guys!" Sabrina said in a hiss. "Guys, don't look now but... Ok, never mind, just look."
It took Pancho a few seconds but he finally dared to look up, careful to avoid Miguel's cat like eyes (which were busy avoiding his eyes as well) and turned to Sabrina, who smiled at him and subtly pointed at another dancing pair.
And, honestly? Pancho almost broke out in a smile at the sight. Because there were Sven and Luis. Dancing. And looking very cozy, to say the least.
The two boys were talking quietly, and Luis laughed, laying his head in the crook of Sven's neck. At that, Pancho gave up and let his lips crack into a smile. Those two never did like touching each other too much in public. It was nice to see them acting like a normal couple for once.
Pancho suddenly frowned. Right. A couple.
He inwardly groaned and just went back to dancing. To his left, he heard Sabrina sigh and glide away, dragging Miguel with her.
Pancho was silent for the rest of the dance. Pat kindly respected that.
-Xxx-X-xxX-
"Pat!" Ms Cathy suddenly called out. "Closer with Pancho, please."
The girl sighed again and stepped a little closer, wary of Pancho's wandering feet.
"Maybe I should lead." He suggested. Pat just raised a brow but followed his steps and soon, they were gliding across the shiny floor.
"You're actually good at this." She pointed out. Pancho smiled down at her and they swayed to the music. "So... How are things?"
Pancho blushed. Of course Pat would be in on this. How else could she not be?
"Fine." He curtly replied. "Just... Fine."
"We're worried about you." Pat pointed out, concerned frown setting in. "You seemed a little lonely."
"Just a... minor set back."
"Minor set back?"
"I... Uh... Yeah."
Pat raised an eyebrow and was about to open her mouth to say something when, suddenly, Sabrina appeared next to them with her dance partner.
And that dance partner happened to be Miguel.
Pancho averted his eyes at the sight of his 'friend' and instantly started busying himself with trying not to step on Pat's feet.
"Guys!" Sabrina said in a hiss. "Guys, don't look now but... Ok, never mind, just look."
It took Pancho a few seconds but he finally dared to look up, careful to avoid Miguel's cat like eyes (which were busy avoiding his eyes as well) and turned to Sabrina, who smiled at him and subtly pointed at another dancing pair.
And, honestly? Pancho almost broke out in a smile at the sight. Because there were Sven and Luis. Dancing. And looking very cozy, to say the least.
The two boys were talking quietly, and Luis laughed, laying his head in the crook of Sven's neck. At that, Pancho gave up and let his lips crack into a smile. Those two never did like touching each other too much in public. It was nice to see them acting like a normal couple for once.
Pancho suddenly frowned. Right. A couple.
He inwardly groaned and just went back to dancing. To his left, he heard Sabrina sigh and glide away, dragging Miguel with her.
Pancho was silent for the rest of the dance. Pat kindly respected that.
-Xxx-X-xxX-
"Where'd you learn how to dance?" Sven found himself asking ten minutes after the music started. Luis just smirked up at him and deliberately stepped on his foot. Sven didn't even flinch.
"Dad. Wedding. Step mom." Luis replied in his usual clipped manner. Sven just rolled his eyes and stepped back, narrowly missing Luis's foot. Again.
"Oh." He simply said, busy watching Luis's feet. Luis laughed.
"You sound impressed."
"Well, of course... The Black Mamba can dance!"
In irritation at the nickname (the name 'Black Mamba' will be saved for another story) Luis's foot clomped down on his own and Sven stifled the urge to yelp and retaliated the gesture with his own, stepping on Luis's toes.
"That's unfair." Luis whined. Sven just grinned and didn't say anything, wallowing about in his pride.
Luis stared him down for awhile. An act which was almost entirely impossible since Luis was a whole lot shorter than him. It also made the whole ordeal impossibly cute.
"Ugh, I hate you." Luis grumbled, looking away. Sven just rolled his eyes and, after a quick glance over his shoulder, pressed a kiss to the corner of Luis's mouth, making the younger boy blush and raise a brow in salute.
"We're in public, Sven." He pointed out, speaking slowly as if to a child. Though the smile on his face said that he obviously liked it.
For some unknown reason, that turned Sven on faster than anything else could.
"Is this?" Luis questioned, brushing his hip bone against Sven awakening libido. "Oh, that's pathetic."
"That's my phone." Sven quickly lied, flushing red. Luis just raised a sarcastic eyebrow as he brushed against it again. On purpose this time.
"Oh, yes, your phone." He said, rolling his eyes. "My apologies."
"Whatever." Sven replied, his retort lacking in bite. Luis just laughed and laid his head in the crook of his neck, lips just an inch away from his pulse point.
Sven stiffened a little at the contact but instantly relaxed when he saw Ms Cathy give them a small smile of approval.
"You're unbelievably cuddly today." Sven commented, though he wasn't complaining. This whole field trip was a little heavy on their shoulders. It was nice to finally have a little time to themselves.
Even if... You know, they're in the middle of a massive ballroom surrounded by all of their classmates and teachers.
Sven found himself wondering if this was what his wedding might feel like.
Now wait a minute... What the hell was that?!
Oh, god, he was turning into such a sap.
"I'm tired." Luis piped up in reply to Sven's previous muse. "Don't talk. Pillows aren't suppose to talk."
"Pillows aren't suppose to be standing upright and waltzing with their boyfriends, either."
He felt Luis sigh. "I'm too tired to argue."
"You're just saying that 'cause you're loosing."
"Not necessarily."
Sven laughed at that and was surprised to feel Luis chortle as well, lips tenderly kissing the side of his neck.
Something about this-- this whole position, and dance, and moment-- made Sven want to finally say it. Finally say what's been bugging him all week.
Now, if only he could get his mouth to move---
"You're quiet." Luis pointed out. Sven smirked and nudged Luis's head a little bit with his shoulder.
"Isn't that a good thing?" He questioned. "At least, good in your book?"
"Not always."
"Yeah, well... I was just thinking."
"Really? I don't see the smoke coming out of your ears."
Sven laughed. "It might come out the other way."
Luis just chuckled and indiscreetly kissed the hollow of his neck in a way that sent tingles throughout both their bodies.
"I love you." He said.
"Wait, what?"
Well, that ruined the mood.
Sven pulled away, oblivious of the stares that were being thrown his way.
"What?" Luis demanded, looking cross and confused. "What'd I say?"
"I love you!" Sven replied, flushing pink. "I can't believe it!"
"What?"
"You beat me to the punch--- again!"
"What?!"
"Each and every time!"
"Wait, wait, wait--- What?!"
Sven glared. "I was suppose to say 'I love you'!"
Luis just gaped, disbelieving and offended. Then, his expression hardened and he sneered.
"Well," He started, crossing his arms. "It's not my fault you held back until the last minute!"
"It is your fault!"
"How is this now my fault!"
"If you didn't say it maybe we wouldn't be in this situation."
("What in fudging hell are they going on about?" Pancho hissed, gazing at them with his half-glare, half-concerned frown. Pat gave a shrugged, but pursed her lips.
"Sven's being melodramatic again.")
"Sorry if I thought we were having a moment." Luis stiffly replied, obviously running out of patience.
And Sven saw that. But he just couldn't bring himself to stop. Couldn't bring himself to let it go and apologize. After all, his pride is a very big thing.
"We were having 12% of the moment!"
"Wha--? What the hell does that even mean?!"
"I don't know!" All I can say is that it's your fault!"
They went silent and instead settled for a glaring contest, neither one wanting to back down.
But after 10 minutes of glowering, Luis turned his nose up in the air and began to walk out.
"Fine then." He huffed, still glaring over his shoulder. "You can go teach yourself how to dance."
Sven flushed red in anger and started to stalk out the other way. "Maybe I will!"
"Hmph!"
"Hmp!"
The opposite doors slammed and left the whole room in silence.
A pregnant pause, then;
"Boom." Miguel murmured, eyes wide. The class just nodded in speechless response.
I'm begging you. I have all these feels and I can't arrange them properly. DDXX
"You sound impressed."
"Well, of course... The Black Mamba can dance!"
In irritation at the nickname (the name 'Black Mamba' will be saved for another story) Luis's foot clomped down on his own and Sven stifled the urge to yelp and retaliated the gesture with his own, stepping on Luis's toes.
"That's unfair." Luis whined. Sven just grinned and didn't say anything, wallowing about in his pride.
Luis stared him down for awhile. An act which was almost entirely impossible since Luis was a whole lot shorter than him. It also made the whole ordeal impossibly cute.
"Ugh, I hate you." Luis grumbled, looking away. Sven just rolled his eyes and, after a quick glance over his shoulder, pressed a kiss to the corner of Luis's mouth, making the younger boy blush and raise a brow in salute.
"We're in public, Sven." He pointed out, speaking slowly as if to a child. Though the smile on his face said that he obviously liked it.
For some unknown reason, that turned Sven on faster than anything else could.
"Is this?" Luis questioned, brushing his hip bone against Sven awakening libido. "Oh, that's pathetic."
"That's my phone." Sven quickly lied, flushing red. Luis just raised a sarcastic eyebrow as he brushed against it again. On purpose this time.
"Oh, yes, your phone." He said, rolling his eyes. "My apologies."
"Whatever." Sven replied, his retort lacking in bite. Luis just laughed and laid his head in the crook of his neck, lips just an inch away from his pulse point.
Sven stiffened a little at the contact but instantly relaxed when he saw Ms Cathy give them a small smile of approval.
"You're unbelievably cuddly today." Sven commented, though he wasn't complaining. This whole field trip was a little heavy on their shoulders. It was nice to finally have a little time to themselves.
Even if... You know, they're in the middle of a massive ballroom surrounded by all of their classmates and teachers.
Sven found himself wondering if this was what his wedding might feel like.
Now wait a minute... What the hell was that?!
Oh, god, he was turning into such a sap.
"I'm tired." Luis piped up in reply to Sven's previous muse. "Don't talk. Pillows aren't suppose to talk."
"Pillows aren't suppose to be standing upright and waltzing with their boyfriends, either."
He felt Luis sigh. "I'm too tired to argue."
"You're just saying that 'cause you're loosing."
"Not necessarily."
Sven laughed at that and was surprised to feel Luis chortle as well, lips tenderly kissing the side of his neck.
Something about this-- this whole position, and dance, and moment-- made Sven want to finally say it. Finally say what's been bugging him all week.
Now, if only he could get his mouth to move---
"You're quiet." Luis pointed out. Sven smirked and nudged Luis's head a little bit with his shoulder.
"Isn't that a good thing?" He questioned. "At least, good in your book?"
"Not always."
"Yeah, well... I was just thinking."
"Really? I don't see the smoke coming out of your ears."
Sven laughed. "It might come out the other way."
Luis just chuckled and indiscreetly kissed the hollow of his neck in a way that sent tingles throughout both their bodies.
"I love you." He said.
"Wait, what?"
Well, that ruined the mood.
Sven pulled away, oblivious of the stares that were being thrown his way.
"What?" Luis demanded, looking cross and confused. "What'd I say?"
"I love you!" Sven replied, flushing pink. "I can't believe it!"
"What?"
"You beat me to the punch--- again!"
"What?!"
"Each and every time!"
"Wait, wait, wait--- What?!"
Sven glared. "I was suppose to say 'I love you'!"
Luis just gaped, disbelieving and offended. Then, his expression hardened and he sneered.
"Well," He started, crossing his arms. "It's not my fault you held back until the last minute!"
"It is your fault!"
"How is this now my fault!"
"If you didn't say it maybe we wouldn't be in this situation."
("What in fudging hell are they going on about?" Pancho hissed, gazing at them with his half-glare, half-concerned frown. Pat gave a shrugged, but pursed her lips.
"Sven's being melodramatic again.")
"Sorry if I thought we were having a moment." Luis stiffly replied, obviously running out of patience.
And Sven saw that. But he just couldn't bring himself to stop. Couldn't bring himself to let it go and apologize. After all, his pride is a very big thing.
"We were having 12% of the moment!"
"Wha--? What the hell does that even mean?!"
"I don't know!" All I can say is that it's your fault!"
They went silent and instead settled for a glaring contest, neither one wanting to back down.
But after 10 minutes of glowering, Luis turned his nose up in the air and began to walk out.
"Fine then." He huffed, still glaring over his shoulder. "You can go teach yourself how to dance."
Sven flushed red in anger and started to stalk out the other way. "Maybe I will!"
"Hmph!"
"Hmp!"
The opposite doors slammed and left the whole room in silence.
A pregnant pause, then;
"Boom." Miguel murmured, eyes wide. The class just nodded in speechless response.
-Xxx-X-xxX-
A/N: Ok. So there still is no Nyme.
Sydney. Make sure the next installment has Nyme in it. Please. It's in my Will and Testament. You get 1/22 of my life savings (which is like... P 138.56? that's all I have in my piggy bank) if you have Nyme in the next installment.
Please. Please. Please!
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| I'm desperate |
I'm begging you. I have all these feels and I can't arrange them properly. DDXX
More Power To You!
-Duchess Constantine Nihilyon
PS To those who got the Avenger's hint... FREE INTERNET ICE CREAM! XDDD You are very smart people. *Crooked grin*
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