| Fan Fiction |
by mango
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“Are you sure you can handle this, Ron?” Tavia asked with doubt as she watched Ron, struggling, in the kitchen. He had offered to make dinner, but she wasn’t so sure if he could fulfill it. “Let me help.”
“Uh...” Ron stuttered as he looked from the mess he made and then to Tavia who had a worried look on her face. “I think that’s a great idea.” he laughed as she smiled and made her way over to his side.
“Hmm..why don’t you go out and watch television or something; I’ll cook.”
Ron instantly shook his head. “Nah, there’s nothing on to watch. Let’s cook together, it’ll be faster since there’s two people.”
“But you can’t even cut the carrots!” she pointed out the truth. “They are all distorted!”
“Well...” Ron cried, thinking up of a reason. “You know, it doesn’t really matter. It’s going to be in my stomach, anyway.” he said and patted his tummy. Tavia shook her head with a grin.
“Excuses.”
“No, they’re the truth.” he corrected her.
“Where’s the salt?” Tavia asked as she tasted the soup, it was a bit too bland.
Walking over to the shelves, Ron looked for the salt and handed it over to Tavia. “Let me try some.” Ron complained.
“No, it’s not done!”
“A little bit is okay.” Ron protested, attempting to snatch the spoon away from Tavia but she blocked him and pushed him away. “Come on, Tavy!” he yelled but was a failed attempt for Tavia wasn’t about to give in.
“No is a no,” she said in a firm voice. Smirking to himself, Ron reached over Tavia’s shoulder, unfortunately, when he did so, he had slightly touched the side of the hot pot and burned himself. He yelped out loud in pain and furiously rubbed the spot where it had touch the pot. Upon hearing Ron’s cries, Tavia placed her spoon back down and looked at Ron with concern. “See what you did, I told you no.” she said and rushed him over to the sink and demanded him to run is hand under cold water. Ron was happy that she was cared about him.
He smiled like a dork to himself, thinking that she looked even more beautiful when she was tending his wound.
“Ron? Ron? RON!” she had to shout in order to get his attention. Breaking away from his thoughts, he looked at Tavia, confused.
“What?”
“What were you thinking about that you couldn’t hear me?” she scolded with a playful smile.
“You..” The minute the word slipped from his mouth, Ron felt like slapping himself. Tavia looked up, surprised and bewildered.
“I’m sorry?” she asked, she wasn’t sure if she had heard him correctly.
Pulling his hand away from Tavia’s grasp, he cleared his throat and explained, “I was thinking of how stupid you look.” he lied.
“Excuse me?!” she exclaimed, slightly offended by his answer. Ron laughed and stuck out his tongue at her.
Tavia frowned and crossed her arms, “Fine. I’m not helping you with dinner. You’re on your own.” Ron stared at her helplessly. Her lips parted to say something but was interrupted by the familiar ring tone of her cell-phone. “I’ll be right back,” she said and walked over to the coffee table where her phone was place.
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Throwing his coat aside, Raymond landed on the couch, massaging his temple. His eyes scanned his home. It was so empty; he was the human being in this vast palace. Sighing, he made his way upstairs, wanting to get some sleep but as he passed Tavia’s room again, he couldn’t help but stop to take a look. Unconsciously, he had already turned the knob and pushed the door open.
Making his way over to her bed, he sat on the edge. To him, it seemed like she had been gone for a year but truthfully, she had only been gone for two days. He rested his back onto the soft mattress, using one arm as a support for his head and was staring up at the ceiling. Bernice’s words came ringing into his ears.
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‘You miss her.’
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He abruptly sat up and ran both hands through his hair, confused, annoyed and frustrated. Reaching into his pocket, he fished out his phone and punched in the dialed her number.
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“Hello?” Tavia asked. At the corner of her eyes, Tavia saw Ron, once again, struggling with the knife and she giggled out loud. When no one answered her, Tavia spoke again. “Hello? Who’s there?”
“...”
“Hello?” Her brows furrowed. “Is this a prank call?”
“Tavia...”
Her eyes widened, didn’t expect him to call her. “R-Raymond?”
“Yes.”
She gulped, her heart raced upon hearing his voice again. “What..what do you want?”
“I m–“ he stopped suddenly as she waited neverously for him to continue. There was some weird noises coming from the other line and then he continued, the tone of his voice changed. “You still owe me 3 months.”
Tavia frowned, she couldn’t believe him. Without answering him, Tavia angrily hung up. She didn’t know why but she was quite disappointed and upset with his answer. Poking his head out, Ron asked, “Tavia, who was that?” Tavia didn’t answer, Ron frowned. “Tavia?”
“Huh?” Her head snapped up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“Who was that?” he repeated his question.
“Umm..” Tavia stammered. “Wrong number.” she hastily replied as Ron nodded his head. Smiling at Ron, Tavia asked, “So, do you still need my help?”
He was hesitant for a second and reply, “I think so.”
“Okay, but you’re going to do the dishes.” she negotiated.
“That’s hard too!”
“No, it isn’t. It’s just washing the dishes.” Tavia explained, making her way back to the kitchen, turning Ron around and ushered him back in. Tavia turned around to look at her phone before shaking her head and turning away.
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Two updates, hehe. Sorry if there's mistakes and is there anyone still reading this story? o.o anyway, hope you guys enjoy and cc please :)