Dranias : Chapter 2

Chapter 2 :

It was 8pm and neither dad or mum was around. Welcome to my life, people. My hands were itching to contact him. It was a tug of war between my heart and my brain. My brain was telling me to wait until at least tomorrow and my heart screamed Go Get Him. I had nothing else to do and I was feeling dead lonely. I grabbed my iPhone and typed in his number... He picked up. Amazingly he did. My heart was about to burst of anxiety. He said hello.

"Hi..? Uhm, Mike?"

"Yeah? Is this Anna?"

I cringed, "Yes. This is Her Royal Highness Princess Amelia Sienna Dranias.", jokingly so that it didn't sound so serious.

"Well forgive me, Princess, what do I owe you of this phone call ?"

"I.. I wanna say sorry for what I did earlier, you drove off so fast I swear you could beat one of those Formula One drivers in an instant."

He laughed, "I was too overwhelmed for that kiss you gave me. I didn't know what to do and I was really shy. I'm sorry you thought of me differently."

"What?! You gotta be kidding me.", I laughed it out, "I thought you were one of those boys who had girls worshiping them like a boy band?".

Ladies and gentlemen, the flirting game begins.

"No. That’s so not the type of guy I am. I'm one of those people who are too afraid to get attached to someone because I can't handle the pain of heartbreaks."

I remained silent. I never thought that he would be this fragile.

"Anna?"

"Yes?"

"Let’s talk about something else..."

We continued on talking, small talk for hours until my parents were homed which was forty minutes past midnight. I never knew that a guy who seemed so emotionless, pretty much like a living zombie, could be this sweet and fragile. That’s why they said midnight conversation meant everything. He asked me to accompany him to the music shop after school on Friday. I agreed. I was really intoxicated with his presence. I needed daily doses of him to continue on living. Even if we didn’t have anything that’s official or anything... yet.

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The sun greeted me with a kiss of light ray on my cheeks. I prepared myself for school as I normally would. I was eager to meet him at school.

I arrived at school early this time in hope of having a short conversation with Mike before class started. I waited and waited and the school bell rang. He was nowhere to be found. I was devastated. My thoughts wandered off thinking on what happened to him.

A hand smacked my table, it was Mr Parker.

“Anna, have you been paying attention to what I’ve been saying?”

His eyebrows furrowed.

 “Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” I laughed nervously.

“Be sure to stay focused when I’m teaching. You won’t be getting an A if you don’t.”

I nodded.

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It was lunchtime and I sat alone at a remote table in the cafeteria. Suddenly a voice spoke to me.

“Hi, I’m Jillian. You’re new here right?” she gave me an innocent smile.

“Oh hi ! Yeah I am. My name is Anna. Nice to meet you”

“Yeah. Anna? If you need anything you can always come to me okay?”

I nodded and smiled as she went over to her friend’s table. I was pretty much alone the whole day at school. Being the new girl sucks.

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I went home as soon as the bell rang. There was no reason for me to stick around. I went to my room and checked the phone that I left behind and saw 10 miscalls from Mike. What happened to him? I didn’t know whether to call him straightaway or maybe wait for him to call me back. My heart pounded so strong I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. I was just about to press the call button when his name came up on the screen. I answered the call. I heard him sobbing from the other side.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I need you right now. I need someone. I want you by my side. I feel like my heart has been pierced by thousands of needles.”

“What happened? Tell me. It’s alright. I’m here now.” I felt something heavy in my heart.

“I fought with my parents. I wanted to leave. I just didn’t have the courage to.”

“It’s okay now. Do you know what I would do if I were you? I would write everything down on a piece of paper and just keep it sealed. It helps sometimes.”

“Really?” His voice started to clear up.

“Really.”

We talked some more. I tried to cheer him up by singing to him and I actually did it. It felt good to know you helped someone because it would have the same effect on you. My life wasn’t always the way it is now. I used to have bonding times with parents like normal families would. We went out together on weekends and spent the nights at home eating home-cooked meals. Everything changed 5 years ago. The point where mum was given a promotion to become a part of the board member of the company and dad was stationed somewhere far from home. In the end, dad had to fly all over the country for his job at least thrice a month and mum having meetings all the time. That left me alone, parentless, scarred with disappointments of failed promises and that had me diagnosed with depression. I may seem carefree and all but I could never be free from all wounds.

The sun slid down from the sky and the moon was glowing bright that night. I called again to check up on him. He sounded better now. He reminded me excitedly about the plans on Friday. I said okay. He sung to me a lullaby as a thank you for being there for him earlier that day. My heart melted like sweet ice-cream under the afternoon sun. His voice was so soft and so inviting. Is he a male siren or something?

Weird how his personality was different from his appearance. He wished me good night and I bid farewell. I could live to this, I thought to myself before heading to dreamland.

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It was Friday. The day didn't come any sooner. My hands were sweating and anxiety was about to kick in. He asked me to wait for him in front of this old big tree near the school's entrance. I felt ugly because it’s been centuries since I've shopped for anything that’s in trend and I felt like the clothes I was wearing was from the middle ages. I wore this laced shirt with a black skirt and to complete the wardrobe, a decent black heels that was worn at least once, I think. I tied my hair into a ponytail so that I hope it'd make any difference. Five minutes later, a blue truck came in with a gorgeous guy wearing a black tee and khakis. I overheard the heaven's bells ringing from above telling me an angel came to greet me. We were destined to be together. That, I'm not sure of.

He opened the door for me, it was so freaking cute the way that he knew how to be a gentleman.  He mentioned, "A princess should always let the man open the door for her and in return, she must give him a kiss.". He was just kidding, I was sure of it. I just giggled and went into his car. The sweet scent of raspberry was driving me crazy and the best thing was, he kept his car clean and neat. He closed his door and the engine started with a poof. It was awkward at first but he made me feel comfortable. I love that about him.

"Anna ?"

I partially smiled, " Yeah?"

"You look beautiful."

My heart melted and blood rose to my cheeks. I didn't have the power to control my happiness that I grinned so long after he said that.

"You don't look too bad yourself." well I was obviously lying. He was hot like the Saharan dessert added with the flames from the sun and the magma from below.

He smiled in return. I tried my best to not make any eye contact with him. I didn't want to be mesmerized by his blue eyes like how I did on my second day. That was embarrassing.

It took him about ten minutes to drive to the place he mentioned. It looked kind of old style but still, I heard that this ones the best in the city. He held my hands when I get off the car. The shop was peaceful, in a way that mostly don't. He called me over to this one aisle. He used the demo player to listen to the song he wanted me to hear. He put the headphones just nicely on me. He asked,

"Ready ?"

 I nodded, he pressed the play button. The song played was an OST from this old movie, the title was I’ll Be I think. It was a sweet song. I hummed to the rhythm and unexpectedly, he pulled me close and he pressed my lips against his. Right there. In public. With everyone looking. I didn't bother them because I was in cloud nine. It felt like a dream. Our lips parted, we both grinned. I just stared at his blue eyes that now seemed lighter and full of life. He held my hands and led me back to the car.

"What's next ?", I smiled in hope of more sweet surprises.

"Next ? We're going to the park."

I couldn't help but to stare at his face when he's driving. I never thought, especially after what he told me earlier, that he would actually kiss me, especially in public. My thoughts drifted off and the sound from the radio faded. We were at a beach in the summer time. The sand was warm and the sun was way up in the sky. There was nobody except for the two of us there. I pointed at the soaring seagulls and there he knelt, "If it would take forever to know you, and to earn your trust, I would give up my lifetime in exchange. To have you by my side is a gift that will cost a miracle to happen. Amelia Sienna Dranias, I am here to ask for your hand in marri-". The image blurred out and I was back in reality. Seemed like I drifted off to far this time. I have such wild imaginations. "Hello ?", waving his hand as he did when I first hallucinated. I was lost for a minute there. "You daydream a lot now don't you Miss Dranias ?", he giggled. "Yeah I do, and most of them are about you getting eaten by sharks". He grinned knowing that it was sarcasm.

By then I looked outside the window of his truck, I saw leaves falling ever so elegantly with lakes that were calm, untouched. I asked him why are we here, he explained that he wanted to show me the part of Chicago that he loved. He took my hand and we strolled along the walkway. Kids were playing and laughing with their family. I wish I could spend time with my family like how they did. Mike saw my expressions changed and asked why. I explained that my family used to be all loving and caring but then that was once upon a time ago. Things changed and people changed. I became a loner ever since. We sat down on an old bench near the lake. He enveloped me with his arms and comforted me.

"Life isn’t fair sometimes. In order for you to achieve something, you have to sacrifice another.” I nodded and rested my head on his shoulders and just enjoyed his warmth. It’s good to have someone that understands you wholly. We talked hours long before it was time for me to go.

Dranias

So I wrote this story but its not that quite done. Pardon my grammar and what not. I hope you guys like it. 

Dranias :-

Chapter 1 :

I was an average teenager who's parents were always tied up with work. I had to move to different places with the longest duration of stay of 8 months. I tried my best not to get too attached to anyone because I knew for sure that it won't bloom into anything special. My name is Amelia Sienna Dranias, a girl with golden tanned skin, gorgeous dark hair and eyes that are just mesmerizing, as my mum always describe of me when I’m down. Such a hassle for a name. Blame it all on my mum, she was the one who insisted on choosing such ridiculous name as it retains my Greek ancestry. Its not much to me anyways, people call me Anna.

I just moved to Chicago with my parents. I kinda hated being the new kid all the time but for sure people won't even notice that I'm gone. I was the ghost of the school, roaming around without being noticed by anyone, not that people know me of course. The school bell rang and its time for me to introduce myself with such simple outfit, i could care less. Mr Parker announced the arrival of her Highness Amelia Dranias with her blue jeans and plain old black oversized t-shirt of hers. I did what I had to do and just sat down afterwards. I sat at the only empty seat available in the class, next to this guy who's always looking at his table scribbling something. Sketching I guess. A few dreadful periods afterwards, it was time for the typical American history lecture. I swear i could've dozed off right away.  Weird thing was, the guy next to me was still scribbling. His eyes could've bore a hole through the paper just by judging the time he spent working on it. "Mr. Adams," the teacher announced, "it seems that you've been well tied up with whatever you're doing on that paper, care to share it with the whole class ?", that was so unnecessary. In a split of a second the teacher came up to him and took the paper he was scribbling with. "Interesting", murmured the old douchebag, "You have talent Mr. Adams, but please focus on the subject I'm teaching now and save it for art class.", he held his hands up to show the sketch to the whole class. It was wickedly beautiful, the drawing that is. Two mermaids swimming in form with a human body, dead I suspect. The guy just looked down on his table trying to not make any eye contact with the class.

After the recess bell rang, I went to the cafeteria to enjoy my meal alone as I've always did in my previous schools. I saw the guy who drew so beautifully sitting alone so pathetically in the corner part of the cafeteria; I went to sit with him. He didn’t even say hi or make any human contact with me when I sat in front of him.  I said hi.

"Hi", he said in low volume.

"I'm new here. My name is Amelia Sienna Dranias, I came from Ohio. Just call me Anna.” talking while eating is sort of my forte, I must say. Even if its unladylike.

"Oh. Uhm. I'm Michael, Michael Adams.", a moment of awkward silence after he stopped.

"So, Michael ?Ho-"

"Why are you even talking to me ?"

"Why ? Is it wrong to ? I don't see anything wron-", I stopped nibbling on my sandwich.

"People think I'm weird, I think you better go before I ruin your idea of a person that you think I am."

I sighed, "Okay.... I think I should go now..."

The bell rang soon after i stood up.

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Mum picked me up quite early that day, I was trying to avoid any form of How Was Your First Day type of questions when I stepped into the glossy red Camry of hers. Guess what? I failed. I said it with a sigh, "It went normal as usual. Don't you have a meeting or something?" , hoping that she said no but of course its going to be a yes. How pathetic of me.

I was alone at home all day. Such a waste for a beautifully designed house with white tiles that covered the perimeter of the house when there’s barely anybody to make a mess in it. I stayed in my room which was kind of the only place I could do stuffs with privacy. Not that the house was full of people or anything but I'm used to locking myself in my own room because it pains me to see a house so big being so empty. The sun was sliding off from the sky and the moon came up to greet the people of Chicago. Just then I heard a sign of life in this house. I slammed the door and went down immediately to greet, of course, nobody else than my own father. Mum always came home late, made my dad sad sometimes. We had plain Chinese food my dad brought home and the weird thing was, I can't wait to go back to school to meet that insecure bastard.

Morning came to me like a breath of fresh air. I wore nothing but an oversized sweater with the logo NY in front (got this one two years ago when I moved to New York for 4 months) and this cute shorts I had since my 13^th birthday. I was not much of a fashionista but I'd fix myself up gradually. I arrived at school a couple minutes late and the teacher was already in front of the whole class when I arrived. I knocked and gave a silly excuse to why I was late. Mr Parker didn’t even bother. He was too busy checking the attendance with his Fresh Out of Bed Hair. I sat down and opened my bag to find a book and accidentally dropped my pencil box near Michael's feet. I was expecting him not to give me a hand on passing my pencil box and boy I was wrong. He seemed different today. His face was all glowing as if an angel threw some magic powder onto his face. I said thanks and I finally realized how cute he was. Oh boy am I in trouble now. Am I really crushing on this guy that made me go away afraid that he might creep me out ? Not so typical teenage romance storyline.

It was recess time and as I expected, the cute weird anti-social guy was sitting at his usual place (as if I know that’s his usual place). I went over and before he even opened his mouth to say a word, I cut in first.

"I'm here and I'm going to sit down and you can't make me go away"

"Fine, but still, why are you even talking to me?"

I couldn’t say "hey I suddenly find you attractive and I want to know more about you so maybe we might be the new star couple of the school."

Even if I was that dauntless girl people say I am, I will never be that desperate to a guy…. yet.

Instead I said, "Its because you're a very interesting person."

Lame, I know. I looked straight into his eyes to be more convincing.

Goodness gracious, how can someone's eyes be blue as the sky and glow like the stars. I was starstruck. Everything seemed to fade away and the sound of people gossiping disappeared. There were only the two of us at that moment.

"Hello ?", waving his hand in front of my face. "Anyone home ?"

It took me awhile to snap out of it.

I shrugged, "Oh.. Yeah ? Sorry i was thinking about something."

I'm a bad liar, I know.

He smiled. I blushed. I died.

"Its time to go, Anna. Mr Parker might blast out the whole class if we're late"

We hurried back to the class, he held my hands and guided me through the hallways which was crowded with people I barely know. Who cares, he’s holding my hand. For the first time in forever, a guy actually dared to hold me the way he did. His hands were warm. I wasn’t looking around and with a whip of someone trying to put his backpack on, I tripped. So much of the romantic moment that was happening. Mike offered me his hands and pulled me up.

"Are you okay ?", he put a strand of hair that was covering my face at the back of my ear. I was lucky. Blood was running up to my cheeks making it red like cherry blossom. I nodded. I tried to stand up but my ankle hurt so bad I swore it was the definition of torment. I gasped. He brought me to see the school's nurse and stayed there with me.

"You're sort of clumsy you know that ?", he sparked my heart with his charming smile.

"Trust me, I'm not but I don't know what came to me today.” well of course I know why. He giggled.

"You're different from what I first thought of you. I used to think that you were one of those gothic, all ignorant type of person but now that you lighten up a bit, I can see that you're one sweet guy."

He looked away to the window next to my bed, "Well, you're right about that. I don't really treat people as nice as I do to you. You made effort to talk to me so I don't want to be a douchebag by ignoring you". He sort of already did in the beginning where he pushed me away from a decent conversation during my first day. I just grinned. I never had a guy accompany me this long before. Its a nice feeling.

"Micha-"

"Please, just call me Mike."

"Mike? Did you take art classes before?"

"Never did."

I was blown away with the fact that he never did. He drew so beautifully , that, plus he didn’t even took any art classes. I took art before but the only decent drawing I made was a tree. Trust me, he's the real deal.

I was allowed to go back home early and so I did. Michael, pardon me, Mike gave me his phone number just in case I needed anything but I know that’s not what he intended to do. Based on psychological studies of teenage boys behaviour and from the basic knowledge of the famous Female Flirting Book, it was a sign that the guy might be interested in you. He drove me back home with his blue truck and as I expected, nobody was home. He was kind of shocked that I was living in a mansion. Not much of a mansion but it is larger than average. He walked me to the door and asked whether I needed anything else, I shook my head. I didn’t know what to do, how to thank him for helping me. He was about to leave and my thought was screaming "Kiss him! Kiss him!"

 I called his name and he turned to me, I gave him a peck on his cheek and said thank you. I went too fast I guess because he headed straight back to his truck and drove off. I can't believe I did that. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach thinking whether he was going to talk to me the day after.