| Fan Fiction |
by katvangsta
That whole next day, I went over to Da Ya's house for the pampering. Yep. She wouldn't let me get off that. I don't think she let anyone escape, because when I got there, everyone was there. Apple, Tong Tong, Mei Mei, Xiao Jie, Xiao Xun, Xiao Man, Ya Tou, and Hebe. That was everyone. We had decided to watch some movies first, to let time pass...Then, as I feared, we finally reached 3 p.m. So we got down to the pampering.
No one was at school, except for the staffs, because they were busy prepping the place for the dance. So the students had to whole day to get ready. What a joy...
After endless hours of pampering each other, it was finally my turn. It was like I was an experiment. A live, breathing, piece of experiment. Yeah. They all crowded around me, passing the make-up back and forth. Brushes being passed from one to another...The curling irons warmed my scalp...
“Gui Gui ah,” Ya Tou whispered, “you look gorgeous...”--Hah. As if...
“Why does make-up love your face so much?” Da Ya said jokingly, “you know...If I were a guy, and I saw you—”
“Gui,” Xiao Xun finished with the last curl on my head, “you really do look gorgeous.”
I smiled up the them, “Thanks. Well, this gorgeous Gui Gui feels awkward.”
They had a laugh, before Mei Mei held up a mirror in front of me.
I was speechless. THIS was me. THIS person in the mirror that I was facing...was ME. Me, Wu Ying Jie. ME, Gui Gui. I had a light tint of brown eyeshadow, luscious, long, dark black eyelashes—they matched my dress well—even Da Ya pointed it out. My eyebrows were traced over with a brown eyeliner, and to top it off, I had long, think curls that framed my face. Gosh...how I envied that person in the mirror...
I let out the breath I realized I had been holding in, and sighed. Why was I looking like THIS to a dance...with no date.
“What's wrong?” Tong Tong kneeled down beside me, “did we do something wrong...?”
I laughed, and reached out to hug her. “How could you guys do something wrong? I mean, LOOK at me. I wish I was this beautiful.”
Xiao Xun sighed, and said, “Gui, believe me, if you believe that you're beautiful...then you are. I mean, we all believe your beautiful. Why can't you see that?” I wanted to cry. I wanted to say: Because I can't see anything pass my broken heart. I can't see pass all my worries. I can't see anything but the past that continues to haunt me.
Later that night, Da Ya their dates came. They departed, one by one. Xiao Jie and Xiao Xun had actually carried out through the dare. They had asked out Xiao Jie and Xiao Yu. And I think we all knew those two weren't gonna say no. I don't think they would have ever said no. Aaron was one of them that showed up. He picked up Hebe, and before they left, he turned to me and said, “Gui Gui, you look nice. I'm sure Wang Zi—” He stopped himself, and smiled back at me, “Anyways, we have to get going.”
He slid his arm around Hebe's waist, and she waved at me before leaving.
And to think, Aaron was suppose to be the one before me. He was suppose to be my 'true' love. Somehow, I didn't want to believe it. I know I didn't want to believe it. In fact, I denied it.
About two or three minutes later, Apple drove us to the dance. We drove to the front, where she handed over the car to the valet, and we went inside, to where the dance was held. The very FIRST thing I saw, was Wang Zi. And Rong Jia. TOGETHER. They sat at the same table, talking. It was as if he felt my eyes on him, because he looked right at me. I looked away, not wanting to look at him any longer, and followed after Tong Tong, to our table.
I sat there, bored to death. Some guys had approached our table, and asked Mei Mei them to dance. One of them made his way towards me, and smiled, “Hello, what's your name?”
I smiled back at him, “Gui Gui.”
And the smile on his face was wiped off completely. “Oh.” That was all he said before he turned around, and left.
Yeah. So now I was all alone. By myself.
If it was just gonna end like this, why can't I just leave already?
I got up to leave, and saw that it was raining outside. When had it begun to rain?
I was just about to go back to my table, when my phone rang.
(Wang Zi's P.O.V)
“Wei,” Rong Jia looked at me, smiling, “Wang Zi, are you listening?”
“Huh?” my eyes fixed on her, “yeah.”
“Okay,” she went on, but my ears just seemed to block her out, because I heard a phone ring. Yeah. Over the loud music, I heard a PHONE. I turned my head in the direction of the sound, and saw Gui Gui, digging through her bag. She picked up the phone, and I wasn't eavesdropping or anything, but she did speak kind of loudly.
“Hello?...WHAT?!...How did that happen!?...But she was doing so well...!...—”
(End of Wang Zi's P.O.V)
“Ma,” I knew I was gonna cry any second now, “please tell me your kidding...PLEASE...?”
“Gui Gui ah,” I could tell from her tone of voice, that she wasn't gonna tell me what I wished I'd hear. She, no doubt, was crying.
“Ma,” I didn't want to cry over the phone, “i'm gonna go now. I'll be there—”
“No,” she cut me off, still crying, “I don't want to interrupt your dance. I'll take it from here, okay? Your dad and I got it taken care of. I'm sure your grandma wouldn't want to interrupt it either. I'll see you back at home.”
She hung up, and I stood there, not wanting to believe anything I had been told just now. Please, let me wake up, and find out that it had all been a dream....PLEASE...?
I knew Grandma wouldn't have wanted me to leave the dance, so I didn't. No, I didn't. I just walked out of the room, out into the rain. Towards the fountain. My dad's fountain. Rain dripped down from the sky, onto me, onto my dress, but I didn't care. No, I don't think I cared about anything at the moment. My eyes had begun to sting, and before I knew it, I was crying. Not sobbing or anything, but I was crying. Tears running down my face...I was crying. I had reached the fountain, and sat down at the sides, staring out into the water that the rain created ripples across.
Why was my life falling apart? Why can't anything ever go right? Why am I here? Did I really think Wang Zi would have cared?? Where is the sun to my rainy days?
I felt a hand on my shoulders, and I looked up to see Wang Zi. I immediately stood up, to face him. Except, he was a couple of inches taller, so I was just staring at his chin.. Wow. And I just have to say...up close...with him only a step away, he looked gorgeous. He wore a tux, the white button shirt he wore under the tux was unbuttoned at the first two buttons. His hair, lightly brushed against his forehead. His eyes...his eyes that I've grown to love...stared back at me.
“What happened?” he asked. Hah—as if he cared.
I ignored him, and sat back down, as if he was never there. I didn't want him here. I didn't need him here. Yeah. I missed his presence, I missed his warm hugs, I missed his touches, and I missed HIM altogether, but I hated his guts for leaving me that way—after I sacrificed my frickin' life for him—he starts to ignore me, and stick with Rong Jia.
I've been doing great without him. I don't need him now. I don't need him ever again...
So why was it that he continued to stand before me. Why was he here when I was most vulnerable...? Why did he have to be here when I broke down? Why am I crying about his presence?
“Gui Gui,” he sat down next to me, “what...happened?”
Hah—as if he would care.
I turned myself away from him, and the rain fell upon my face. I could feel my make-up smearing. All of the work Da Ya and Xiao Xun them did...went to waste. My hair was drenched by the rain, my make-up was running...
Why wasn't I leaving?
'Cause I got here first.
I know, how kiddish.
“Wei,” he turned me to face him, and somehow, the rain seemed to slow down a bit. No, it was still raining, just not as hard as it was before. I avoided eye contact with him, and he held me by my shoulders, still studying my face...
I didn't want to look up at him.
One, I looked horrible.
Two, I didn't want him to see me crying.
Three, I hate him. I hate him so much.
Four, I just didn't feel like seeing him right now.
“Gui Gui,” he said again, “hey, what happened?”
“What happened?” I looked up at him, a bitter smile across my face—well, there goes all those reasons to NOT look up at him—”WHAT HAPPENED? Grandma passed away! THAT's what happened! But it's okay, REALLY, I hadn't expected you to care. I haven't expected anything from you, actually...”
I looked away from him, back at the water that showed my reflection. And I realized...my make-up wasn't smearing. They must've put on water-proof mascara. And my hair was still as curly as it was when I left. But I had begun to cry again.
“She...” Wang Zi couldn't seem to find the right words, “she...actually passed away...?”—Wow, he must've not heard anything else...
My head turned to face him, my eyes not leaving his, “ACTUALLY? Did she tell you she was gonna leave, or what?”
I had meant it as a joke, but when he didn't answer, I was sure I had my answer.
“She—” I pushed all my tears back, “she knew it was coming?”
I didn't want him to answer. I knew what it would be already. So why did I ask?
“She told me not to tell you,” he still had his hands on my bare shoulders, “she told me to promise her.”
“AND YOU DID?!” I think I yelled that part...
“It was her dying wish,” was all he said, as he looked deeper into my eyes... I knew what he was gonna say next. I knew it all. I was blind to have not seen it. I hate myself. I hated me so much, but I hated him more than anyone else...I hated him more than I've ever hated before.
“She didn't want you to worry,” he went on, “she gave me this job, to—”
“Keep the 'secret' away from me?!” I brushed his hands off of my shoulder, and stood up, dragging me and my soaking wet dress away from him. Some luck this dress brought me...
I don't think this was even me anymore...
“To take care of you,” he answered, stopping me dead in my tracks.
“What?” I don't think I heard him right. I turned back towards the fountain, where he had stood up, and was now walking towards me.
“She told me to take care of you,” he said again, “that was my biggest promise to her.”
He stopped in front of me, and I saw that he was now as damp as I was. It may not have been raining hard, but it was still raining.
“Why would she tell you to do that?” I laughed, a bitter laugh. I had no idea what was going on here.
“Because,” he took a step closer to me, but I stepped back with every step he took towards me, “you really don't know?”
“Whatever the reason is,” I stopped backing up, “you already broke that promise to her. You're doing a horrible job at taking care of me.”
He took another step closer to me, forcing me to back up, and I backed up into an end. I had backed up into a wall, and he trapped me in with his arms.
“How did I fail in taking care of you?” he wanted to know, his head leaning closer to mine, pushing his body closer to mine, that I could feel the warmth his body gave off. It sent a sudden jolt of static down to my toes.
How could I hate him, and want him so much right now? Was it the way his shirt had gone semi-transparent, was it the way he smirked, or was it how close he was to me right now?
Whatever the reason was...I got rid of the thought of wanting him. I shoved him away, and slapped him hard across the face. I don't know if it was as hard as it sounded, or if it was just the fact that there was water already on his face, so it only sounded louder..
“How did you NOT fail in taking care of me?” I kept pushing him away, as if it wasn't enough, “you stepped into my cruel world. You let me have a glimpse at what it would've been like, being with you, then you take all that away from me, and go with Rong Jia...! How could you possibly not fail?”
He looked at me as I still tried to push him away farther, he looked hard at me...Not saying anything. Not even showing any emotion. No reaction at all.... Then he finally smirked—um, is he immune to slapping, or something?
“You thought I went with Rong Jia?” he continued to smirk, “You actually thought I would go to her? I was only with her for a couple of days, because she said she wanted to talk to me about her engagement with her fiance. Her fiance was my old friend. Yeah, she admit she used to like me, but the only thing we talked about, other than her fiance...was—”
“I don't care what you two talked about,” I shook my head, my hair was now damp. We had stayed out in the rain too long. “Besides, I still don't understand why Grandma would tell you to take care of me.” I looked up at him, his dark eyes, peering down into mine. Then he sighed, “Because. She believes that I'm your true love. She says true love is not the one that everyone says it is. It's the one that you truly love. The one your heart yearns for. The one your heart desires.”
And it finally sank in. True love WASN'T what everyone else said. It was the one you loved more than anything...the one you longed for...
I looked away from him, a smirk tugged at the corner of my lips. No, I was still upset, I still hate him, it was just...
“She was wrong,” I laughed bitterly, “how could you be my true love...when I don't even have any feelings for you?”
He looked surprised, he looked hurt. It was as if this was a slap that had more impact on him than the first one.
“You really don't have any feelings for me?” he asked. The rain began to fall a bit harder than before.
“No,” was my solemn answer, “i don't.”
“And you really believe that?” Wang Zi stepped closer.
“Yes, I do, actually.”
“That's what your heart is really telling you?” he stepped closer with every breath I took.
“Yeah,” I answered, the rain pelting against my face, “that's what my heart is saying.”
He stopped coming closer towards me. Why? He was already in front of me.
I looked up at Wang Zi, his eyes left me frozen...Then he smirked, and he leaned down towards me, his lips hovering just over mine...
“Your heart is the biggest liar I know of,” he whispered, still smirking, and covered my mouth with his. His soft, delicate lips on mine.... The rain poured down on us, harder than it did before.
I know I should've pushed him away, I know I shouldn't be doing this, but something in me refused to push him away. I felt my arms slide around his neck, my lips moving along with his...
I suddenly felt the rain soaking me to my bones, I felt myself numbing.
He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me towards him, so we were slammed against the wall behind him. His warmth surged through me...as the rain continued to drench me at the same rate his warmth was...
Wang Zi reached up to my face, our lips not parting, and he pushed some of my soaking wet hair away from my face. His hands sank into my hair, lifting my face at an angle for better access—
I felt myself fall against him...my grip on him loosening...but my lips didn't part from his.
* * *
I can't believe I passed out...
My eye-lids finally pried themselves apart, and I felt my cheek on something warm... Something...
I lifted my head up, and saw that I had been sleeping on Wang Zi's naked chest. He wasn't asleep, because he looked at me, when I raised my head up.
“Wei,” I pulled myself away from him, and got off the bed. We were back at his house, in his room. “What did you do to me?!” And so I kicked into 360 mode. I don't know how it happened—no, don't worry, I'm not bipolar—but I was now mad at him. Hell, I was never NOT mad at him...
Wang Zi sat up, and looked at me, “Does it look like I did anything to you?” He was trying hard not to smile.
“Ni—” I looked down at myself. My dress was still on, but it was dried, and I had a towel around me. Wang Zi smirked from where he sat, then he got out of bed, and came over to me. The only thing he didn't have on, was his white button shirt, so he was bare-chested. I couldn't help noticing this as he approached me. He stopped a decent distance away—about two or three feet, actually—but what could he possibly do to me at this distance?
“What did you do, exactly?” I took a step towards him. Yeah, it was now ME who was going towards him. Wang Zi shoved his hands in his pocket, which I found to be a bit hilarious, especially for the fact that he didn't have a shirt on. It was my turn to smirk at him, but it didn't last long, because he answered my question. “Body heat.”
My jaw nearly dropped. “Wh-what-why didn't you just turn on the heater, or something?!”
He ignored my question, the way he had been ignoring me for the last few days, “You know, body heat works better if you had less on...” I couldn't believe what I was hearing..! I took a step closer to him, covering the distance between us, “Wei! You-you-you PERVERT! You disgusting, annoying, pig-faced, two-headed—”
“Funny how you can still be calling me names,” he cut me off, “when, not long ago...out in the rain, you were shoving your tongue down my throat.”
He must've gotten the reaction he was hoping for, because when my jaw dropped, he smirked (AGAIN).
“Was NOT,” I retorted.
He smiled, “Was too.”
“Was NOT,” I said again.
“Was too.”
“NOT.”
“Too.”
“NOT.”
“Would you like a flashback?” he leaned himself towards me, his face not far at all, and I could tell he was fighting back a smirk.. I slapped him, for the second time today. But this one was harder than the one before. Oh, it was much harder. This slap had everything I had been holding in, this slap had every emotion I had. It hit him hard across the face, and he must've gotten mad, because as I was backing up, he was taking steps towards me.
I backed up into the wall, and he smirked, still coming towards me. He covered the distance between us, and leaned his body against mine. My heart was thumping hard against my chest. I could feel his warm chest against mine. Yeah, my dress wasn't all that thick... It was as if he felt it, too, because he wasn't gonna stop smirking anytime soon...
My hands rose to his chest, about to push him away, but he must've knew this, because he grabbed me by my wrists, and pinned me against the wall. And the next thing I knew, he was kissing me, not letting go of my wrists. I tried to turn my head away, but he just moved his head along with mine, as if he already knew that I was going to do that.
After the tenth try—yeah, I tried that long—I quit trying to turn away. It was no use. And half of me just wanted him to carry on. The other half of me, was still confused about the whole thing. It wasn't long, until I realized that I was crying.
Wang Zi, seeing it too, stopped. He stepped back, and looked down at me, before he reached out and hugged me, pulling me close.
And suddenly, as if it wasn't so sudden at all, I realized why I was crying.
“Do you know how hard you made me fall for you?” I asked, looking up at him, “why did you have to ignore me?”
He pulled away from the hug, still holding me by my shoulders, “Why did you have to go to Aaron?”
I hadn't thought about it, but now that I did... “It was about Aaron?”
He looked away from me, as if he was embarrassed, “Of course. We had a game. A game for your love—”
I reached up to him, grabbing his head, and turned him to look at me, and suddenly, I wasn't crying anymore. I smiled up at him, “You...LOVED me?” Wang Zi peered down into my eyes, and I could tell he was serious.
“I still do,” he said, “you didn't know?” I shook my head, still holding his, “I didn't—”
He smiled, “Why do you think I came after you that day at school, when you went to get water? That day I saved your hands, and on that very same day, I risked myself for you. Tian Yi said that if she hadn't tended to you first, then you could've gone blind. But it was because she tended to you first, that I couldn't use my right hand for so long. It was because I liked you, that I told my dad to hire you as my bodyguard. It wasn't that I wanted you to protect me, but because I wanted to protect you. To be with you every—”
it was as if my heart had finally taken over my brain. I let go of his head, and wrapped my arms around him, pressing my lips against his. I could feel his lips form a smile, as he pulled me closer towards him, kissing me as if I would let go of him anytime soon. My hand rose to his chin and I ran my finger along his jawline, to his neck, down his chest, and back up, into his hair. He smirked—yeah, was even smirking when he was kissing me—not letting go of my lips.
* * *
We sat outside on my balcony, waiting for the sun to rise. Grandma was no longer here, and another star was added to the sky, right next to Grandpa's. “I'm sorry about your grandma,” Wang Zi whispered, his arms around me, “i'm sorry about not telling you anything.” I turned to face him, in his arms, and smiled, “After it rains there will be a sun. After every night, there will be a morning.”
“Somehow,” he examined my face, “today seems to be the longest day to you...”
I still smiled, placing a hand on his cheek, and leaned my forehead against his, “Yeah. But in the end, I had you to go with me through the night.” Wang Zi slightly tilted his head up so my lips fell on his.
“Yeah,” he spoke, his lips moving along mine, “i finally have you back in my arms, where you belong.”
I smiled, pulling my lips away from his. Wang Zi took my hand, and placed it flat on his chest, “Not to mention...you found your way back into my heart.” I laughed, resting my head on his chest, next to my hand, “There are just some things you can't resist.”
I could tell Wang Zi was smiling, as he rested his head against my head.
And so we sat there, waiting for the rising sun.
Waiting for our rising sun.
Nothing would be the same after this night.
THE END