| Fan Fiction |
by Erika
Abruptly, I spin around the spot and see _______, her usually messy hair flying behind her, running towards me. I stop walking, shove my hands into my pocket and wait for her to reach me. After what seemed like eternity, she's finally in front of me, bent double and desperately gasping for air.
I snigger. "Have you ever considered exercising ?"
She straightens up to glare at me. I laugh a bit more before dropping the subject. During those past week that we've been pretending to go out, I've learned quite a lot about her. Like, for example, she doesn't like, or want, to exercise. And she hates it more when I rub it in her face.
Linking my arms through hers, I lead the way to our classroom. Walking up the stairs, I can still hear her panting beside me and hard as I try, I can't resist laughing at her unhealthiness. Hearing my soft laughter, she shoots out her right foot and kick my left ankle.
I grit my teeth and my grip on her arm tightens. I try to concentrate on the fact that she's walking beside me, rather than to think about how painful my ankle is right now. I swear I can feel it throbbing.
Tiffany is waiting for us outside the classroom; although I don't know why. She has smug look on her face, which, in my opinion, makes her look like a frog. She smiles at ______ before stepping out of the way to let us pass. _______ flashes her a scathing look before opening the classroom door.
I glance at Tiffany, suspicious. She watches as the classroom door opens and ______ steps inside.
There is a loud crash as a bucket of red paint falls from the top of the door onto ______, sloshing fiery red paint all over her uniform, her hair, her .... Everywhere. Beside me, Tiffany lets out a high-pitched laugh. Boldly, she steps up to me.
"So, what do you think of my trick ?"
I gape at her, hardly daring to believe that she can be brave enough to even talk to me after seeing ______ get humiliated in front of the whole class. "What ... Do you think you're doing ?" I have to grit my teeth to keep myself from shouting.
_______, in front, surprisingly, is just standing there. Her fists are clenched and there is no sound coming from her. Absolutely nothing. I push past Tiffany and place my hand firmly on ______'s paint-soaked shoulder. I feel her relaxing as I pull her out of the classroom, despite the stares coming from our bewildered classmates.
Silently, I hold her hand all the way to the bathroom.
"______ ? I'm-"
Before I can finish my sentence, she stops walking, takes back her hand from mine and lean against the hallway wall. I stop walking and stand in front of her. Avoiding my eyes, she sighs , looks down at her skirt and begin rubbing the paint out of it.
To no avail. She's just making it worse. I watch as the paint spreads across her skirt. She grows more vigorous as the minutes tick by. We are the only ones at that hallway but she's acting like she's all alone, even though I'm standing right in front of her. Finally, I grab her hand to stop her from tearing her skirt.
She looks up.
"We should go wash this thing off ... You're only making it worse," I mutter softly, in case she loses her temper for whatever reasons she have. For a moment, I notice that her eyes are dangerously swimming in tears but as she continues staring up at me, the tears are gone. Her once-tensed body relaxes as I pull her down the hallway, to the girls' bathroom.
"Max, stop." She holds out an arm to block my way. I look at her, confused. Doesn't she want me to help ?! I'm doing the best I can. Why can't she just let me ?!
"This is the girls' bathroom. You can't go in here ..." She mumbles, her voice barely audible. I hesitate for a moment. If I don't go in, then I won't know what she'll be doing in there. For all I know, she could be cutting herself or something. And I have to be there to stop her in case she actually does that. On the other hand, if I DO go inside, my reputation will somehow be ruined.
I mean, come on. The basketball team Captain, going inside a girls' bathroom ? That's weird.
I peer down at _______. She's waiting for my answer. She's waiting for me to let go of her hand so she can go inside and clean up.
OR COMMIT SUICIDE.
No way. I'm not letting her have the satisfaction.
"Come on, I'll help you clean up." Without waiting for her answer, before she can even protest, I grab her wrist and haul her inside. I stop in front of the sink and still holding on to her wrist, I reach out and turn on the tap. Then, finally letting go of her hand, I rush to the toilet paper dispenser, tear out a bunch of toilet paper of run back to the flowing tap. I hold the toilet paper under it, making it wet. Then, I kneel down and start mopping at _____'s skirt.
All this while, she watches me, a soft smile playing on her lips. Furiously, I rub hard at her skirt, holding up the hem so that I won't hurt her. She continues looking, this time, smiling.
I grit my teeth as the image of Tiffany laughing at her flashes through my already cluttered mind. Her high-pitched laugh rings through my ears as the scene where _____ got splattered with paint plays over and over in my head. I note how she just stood there, her hands balled up into tight fists; her face expressionless.
"Max."
I look up and see her quietly laughing behind her hands. Clutching the soaked toilet paper on my right hand, I let go of her skirt and stand up. It's no use. The red paint is everywhere and no matter how hard I rub, it just won't come off.
"Max, you're in a girls' toilet rubbing paint of a girl's skirt. Won't your reputation be ruined ?" Her face smooths out into a more calmer expression. I throw the toilet paper away, go up to the sink and wash my hands.
"Who cares about that ?" I say, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair is standing up and I'm still wearing a fierce expression on my face.
"You do. I know that."
I flick my hands to get rid of the water and turn to face her. "You know, you're all red. I think it's best if you go home ..." Slowly, I reach out and push her hair out of her eyes. She smiles at me before walking out the bathroom, with me following closely behind.
I glance both ways to check if somebody has seen me walking out of the girls' bathroom. Luckily, there aren't anyone outside right now. I turn back to _______ and give her a quick hug.
"Don't worry about your things. I'll pass by your house later to give it to you. Right now, you have to go home. You're red all over," I instruct her and she nods and does a mock salute. The corners of my mouth twitches. "Oh, and don't forget to call your driver. You wouldn't want anybody to see you in THAT condition."
"Sir, yes Sir !" Once again, she does a mock salute. This time, I laugh at her, hug her once more before walking back to the classroom.
The teacher, along with everyone else, glances up as I step in. Looking at my hands, I discover that, somehow, they turned red. Ignoring that, I walk up to the teacher and after explaining what had happened, I make my way to my seat and for the rest of the lesson, I sit still, trying not to think about ways of how I can kill Tiffany without going to jail.
As the bell rings, indicating that the lesson is done, I shoot up from my seat and grab Tiffany's hand before she can run out of the classroom.
"Min, hi !" She flashes me a flirtatious smile, acting like as if nothing had happened. Like as if she didn't humiliate the love of my life in front of everyone. Like as if I'd forgotten about it. In fact, she seems happy to know that _____ has gone home.
"Look, Tiffany," I snap the words out from between my gritted teeth. "I don't know what your problem is but whatever it is, I don't care. All I want is for you to leave me and _____ alone. YOU GET THAT ?" I shout out the last part. I can't hold my anger back for any longer.
She blinks. "Why would I do that ? I know that you two are only pretending. She doesn't even love you, Min. I'm the one who truly loves you and I know you love me too."
My grip on her wrist tightens. She lets out a squeal of pain.
"I liked you once, Tiffany, but that was the past. After what you did to her, consider me as one of your enemy. In fact, consider me like as if we were never friends, let alone childhood friends," I tell her. "Because you know what, Tiffany ? I'd never be friends with someone like you. You're nothing but a jealous brat."
To my surprise, she merely smirks. "You're just saying that, Min. But deep down, you still love me." She jerks her wrist out from my grip. "I'll wait for you."
I watch as she flounces out of the classroom.
[Your POV]
Luckily, most of the paint came off during my 17th bath. Now, I'm just a girl with red splotches on her arm. That's normal, right ? I bet it is. For someone like me, that's perfectly normal.
I tear my gaze away from whatever is on the TV and glance at the clock just above it. School was over 15 minutes ago and Changmin said that he'll drop my things off afterwards. Maybe he's walking.
Suddenly, the doorbell rings. Not caring whether I'm wearing clothes that are usually worn when you're about to sleep, I skip to the front door and open it. Changmin's standing on the threshold, holding up my schoolbag. From the looks of his perspiring forehead, I'm guessing that he really walked all the way from school.
I take my bag and usher him in. Gratefully, he steps in and drop his bag on the floor.
"APPA !" Junghoon, who was sitting on the living room couch with me earlier on, is now running towards Changmin, his arms outstretched as Changmin kneels down. I hug my bag to my chest and glance at them. Slowly, a smile spreads across my face.
After the brief father-son moment, I lead both of them to the kitchen. Shuffling across the floor in my bunny slippers, I take out a carton of milk from the fridge for Junghoon, and orange juice for Changmin. The maid takes down two glasses and place them in front of the two guys. I prepare a plate of cookies for Junghoon, who, immediately gobbles them up before the plate even hit the table.
Changmin steals one cookie and Junghoon starts whining.
"I see your arm isn't paint-free yet." Munching on Junghoon's cookie, Changmin commented.
"Unfortunately," I sigh dramatically.
"Aren't you embarrassed about this ?" He suddenly asks. "I mean, you just got splashed with red paint in front of the whole class !"
"Was anyone laughing at me ?" I retort back.
He thinks for a moment, his hand on his chin. "Not really. Only Tiffany."
"Then why should I be laughing ? She's the only one doing so while the others just stayed quiet. The joke's on HER, not me," I say wisely.
"Umma, I want more cookies !" Junghoon tugs at my sleeve. I glare at Changmin as he wipes cookie crumbs away from the corner of his mouth.
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Sorry I haven't been updating long.
Schoolwork is preventing me from doing so.
azn14--13 July 2009 at 3:53 p.m.
wah~ i missed so much =(
anyways, Changmin is sucha cutie~ ahahaha.
he really loves me neh?
and Junghoon is a sweetie lawlz.
the prank was so funny ahahah!
update soon please :)
ps- sorry for my absence =(
Reply: No, Sorry for MY absence :[
TVXQ_SUJU_addict--12 July 2009 at 8:46 p.m.
Junghoon is such a cutie! kekeke..And that tiny prank I pulled on Changmin was GENIUS =D he took it like a lil kid >. I hitch my pants up and scoop Jughoon into my arms, to stop him from stripping me of my DIGNITY and my pants
and super LOL------>I would've protested if it weren't for Junghoon pulling my hair and screaming nonsensical stuff into my ear
(just imagining it... hahahhahhahahaha... it's such a funny scene!!!)
hahaha sigh~ you really know how to make funny stuff :D
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any ways~ keep up the great work
AJA! AJA!
FIGHTING~
and
Dont forget to update!!!
on both stories!! XD
Reply: LOL, I edited my Yunho fic but the url is still the same. Hope you'll support it. It's quite lame.
yveT.Te--11 July 2009 at 2:48 a.m.
Aish! It didn't post up all my comment!
But yeah, those chapters were awesome!!
Changmin!! Haha.
Yeah, I have some fanfic's on winglin.
Oh yay!
You're Filipino!!
Me too!!
Reply: ;O ! YUS, WOW.
yveT.Te--11 July 2009 at 2:44 a.m.
I somehow managed to miss one of your updates > <
update soon ^^
Reply: I laughed too. And my sister thought I was crazy, LOL.
Sorry if it's too short.
I used up all my energy in school.
LOL.
<3 Erika.