I Beg You
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Category:
Drama › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
885
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Damn!
The exams weren’t that bad…considering that I answered only half the Math problems because I ran out of time. Anyway…I didn’t get any perfect scores but I failed none of my tests…If only I have reviewed…two mistakes in English! Damn! And I use English every day…
Anyway, because of my C- in the Math test, I was asked to do a Math make-up project. Ian was also asked to make one to be passed the Monday after the exams. This was also the Monday that our one-week school break starts.
Anyway, we met in the school and after we passed the projects…we decided to go to this mega mall in town because Ian’s aunt was sick and he was going to buy her a present…
Once there we ate breakfast first at the “Mickey D” then went looking around for gift ideas. In the end…we went to Cobalt Incantations where Ian bought a teddy bear and three roses…
It was already around eleven in the morning. “Let’s hurry up and go home, me and my aunt are eating outside”, so we got into the next bus we saw
“Why are you taking care of your aunt?” I asked him, “Isn’t she married or something?”
“No, she isn’t”, he replied, “she’s still single and mom and her had a falling out a long time ago so my aunt actually lives alone…and she’s rich!”
I laughed at that! Laughed some more when Ian showed me the money his aunt gave to him to buy some cough syrup…the money she gave could be used to buy a hospital!
When we got into the bus I sat near a window…I always do…Ian followed and placed the bag of the stuffed toy then sat down. The teddy bear was between us…like an annoying patron or something. He struggled for a while to position the roses so that they don’t get crumpled or sat upon. In the end, he just held it, the three roses.
I became quiet…I don’t know why…I didn’t daydream or something but I didn’t talk…I just stared outside the window and saw flashes of my life whizz outside.
I remembered back in fifth grade when I first met Ian…it wasn’t love at first sight…I didn’t know him at all. And then we went to a convention outside of town…the one teacher that accompanied us insisted on a buddy-buddy system of traveling so that if we get lost…there will always be two students to help each other out….in short, if one gets lost, both gets lost!
I was a fun week for me…I learned about Ian that week…we were “buddies” then…we became close friends because of that so I am forever grateful to the convention for bridging my relationship with Ian.
After that, we started hanging-out together even more. We became the very best of friends. Then we attended another convention and another and another…we were always together…inseparable… some may say.
And then came Grade 6, the Grade Ian announced that he was leaving the school and going to Millennium and I was crushed…my parents had been suggesting Millennium to me for a while now but that would mean leaving all my other friends behind in New Age…then Ian was going to Millennium…next thing I knew, I was taking the entrance exam for Millennium!
It was hard at first…I didn’t know anybody because Ian and me had a separate class. I wasn’t and isn’t a very social person. It takes me some time to warm up to somebody I just met…unlike my other classmates…like five minutes together and they acted like they were raised together.
The subjects also were different…so I also had to contend with that. Ian drifted farther away from me…he now had his own sets of friends while I was being dubbed the “intelligent one”, and maybe I was…I always was grade-conscious so I studied hard… I was the intelligent one, however, neither the “friendly one” nor the “social one”. I was a loner…
After quite a period of time, I had friends, James and Michael. We didn’t become as close as Ian and me…but at that time, “Ian and me” was a thing of the past.
In the end, meaning in my second year, I finally became classmates with Ian again…but not friends…it was a whole year of lost contact and it was kind of hard to bring back old friendships.
But, I dunno, I became friends with Ian again and then we were “honeys”…which I was the one who came up with that…It’s kinda funny too…after we started calling each other “hon” after about a week, the whole school was calling each other “hon”!
I am not sure on when I finally realized that I am in love with Ian, maybe it was when I decided that my feelings for him were so strong that I followed him to a school I don’t like…
Another passenger sat next to Ian. Ian lifted the teddy bear and sidled up next to me. He was having a hard time holding his three roses and his teddy bear. I didn’t offer my help.
The passenger decided that the other seat looked more spacious so he went to it, Ian remained with me for about five minutes more but then he moved away again, putting the teddy bear between us like before.
What is it with the teddy bear? Am I actually jealous of a teddy bear? Jealous that Ian gets to hug a teddy bear freely but can’t even sit next to me in the bus?
I reached my stop…I said goodbye to Ian and wished him luck with his aunt. He smiled at me. Thanks, he said.
While walking home the truth hit me like a brick wall I walked into.
What kind of aunt wants a teddy bear?
Damn! I am so stupid!
Three Roses! I Love You!
Shit!
Sick aunt my ass, Ian. You’re courting someone…damn that hurts. How could I have been so stupid to see the symbolism? Shit! You’re an idiot Kevs! A big moron!
A thousand questions raced through my mind. Who is the lucky girl? Who’s the lady that Ian traded for me!
I raced home…wiping tears out of my eyes…cursing myself for being blind to the truth.
I forced some breaths. Greeted my mom…went over to my room and slumped face down into my bed…I grabbed a pillow and sobbed into it.
I love you so much Ian and you don’t know how much you mean to me...
I hate you so much Ian because I probably don’t mean anything to you…
I hate you; I hate the damn Cobalt Incantations for selling you your courting materials!
Damn your stupid three roses! Shit!
I sat up, blinded by tears, consumed by a rage difficult to comprehend. I punched my pillow, thinking it was Ian, thinking it was whoever Ian was seeing! They’re probably in a date now…I suddenly remember something Ian had said, “Let’s hurry up and go home, me and my aunt are eating outside”. His aunt was sick and then they were going to eat outside?! Fuck it, I’m so stupid!
Damn it!
Damn it all!!!
I exhaled, collapsing on my bed. Still crying silently so that my parents wouldn’t hear.
Damn…
Anyway, because of my C- in the Math test, I was asked to do a Math make-up project. Ian was also asked to make one to be passed the Monday after the exams. This was also the Monday that our one-week school break starts.
Anyway, we met in the school and after we passed the projects…we decided to go to this mega mall in town because Ian’s aunt was sick and he was going to buy her a present…
Once there we ate breakfast first at the “Mickey D” then went looking around for gift ideas. In the end…we went to Cobalt Incantations where Ian bought a teddy bear and three roses…
It was already around eleven in the morning. “Let’s hurry up and go home, me and my aunt are eating outside”, so we got into the next bus we saw
“Why are you taking care of your aunt?” I asked him, “Isn’t she married or something?”
“No, she isn’t”, he replied, “she’s still single and mom and her had a falling out a long time ago so my aunt actually lives alone…and she’s rich!”
I laughed at that! Laughed some more when Ian showed me the money his aunt gave to him to buy some cough syrup…the money she gave could be used to buy a hospital!
When we got into the bus I sat near a window…I always do…Ian followed and placed the bag of the stuffed toy then sat down. The teddy bear was between us…like an annoying patron or something. He struggled for a while to position the roses so that they don’t get crumpled or sat upon. In the end, he just held it, the three roses.
I became quiet…I don’t know why…I didn’t daydream or something but I didn’t talk…I just stared outside the window and saw flashes of my life whizz outside.
I remembered back in fifth grade when I first met Ian…it wasn’t love at first sight…I didn’t know him at all. And then we went to a convention outside of town…the one teacher that accompanied us insisted on a buddy-buddy system of traveling so that if we get lost…there will always be two students to help each other out….in short, if one gets lost, both gets lost!
I was a fun week for me…I learned about Ian that week…we were “buddies” then…we became close friends because of that so I am forever grateful to the convention for bridging my relationship with Ian.
After that, we started hanging-out together even more. We became the very best of friends. Then we attended another convention and another and another…we were always together…inseparable… some may say.
And then came Grade 6, the Grade Ian announced that he was leaving the school and going to Millennium and I was crushed…my parents had been suggesting Millennium to me for a while now but that would mean leaving all my other friends behind in New Age…then Ian was going to Millennium…next thing I knew, I was taking the entrance exam for Millennium!
It was hard at first…I didn’t know anybody because Ian and me had a separate class. I wasn’t and isn’t a very social person. It takes me some time to warm up to somebody I just met…unlike my other classmates…like five minutes together and they acted like they were raised together.
The subjects also were different…so I also had to contend with that. Ian drifted farther away from me…he now had his own sets of friends while I was being dubbed the “intelligent one”, and maybe I was…I always was grade-conscious so I studied hard… I was the intelligent one, however, neither the “friendly one” nor the “social one”. I was a loner…
After quite a period of time, I had friends, James and Michael. We didn’t become as close as Ian and me…but at that time, “Ian and me” was a thing of the past.
In the end, meaning in my second year, I finally became classmates with Ian again…but not friends…it was a whole year of lost contact and it was kind of hard to bring back old friendships.
But, I dunno, I became friends with Ian again and then we were “honeys”…which I was the one who came up with that…It’s kinda funny too…after we started calling each other “hon” after about a week, the whole school was calling each other “hon”!
I am not sure on when I finally realized that I am in love with Ian, maybe it was when I decided that my feelings for him were so strong that I followed him to a school I don’t like…
Another passenger sat next to Ian. Ian lifted the teddy bear and sidled up next to me. He was having a hard time holding his three roses and his teddy bear. I didn’t offer my help.
The passenger decided that the other seat looked more spacious so he went to it, Ian remained with me for about five minutes more but then he moved away again, putting the teddy bear between us like before.
What is it with the teddy bear? Am I actually jealous of a teddy bear? Jealous that Ian gets to hug a teddy bear freely but can’t even sit next to me in the bus?
I reached my stop…I said goodbye to Ian and wished him luck with his aunt. He smiled at me. Thanks, he said.
While walking home the truth hit me like a brick wall I walked into.
What kind of aunt wants a teddy bear?
Damn! I am so stupid!
Three Roses! I Love You!
Shit!
Sick aunt my ass, Ian. You’re courting someone…damn that hurts. How could I have been so stupid to see the symbolism? Shit! You’re an idiot Kevs! A big moron!
A thousand questions raced through my mind. Who is the lucky girl? Who’s the lady that Ian traded for me!
I raced home…wiping tears out of my eyes…cursing myself for being blind to the truth.
I forced some breaths. Greeted my mom…went over to my room and slumped face down into my bed…I grabbed a pillow and sobbed into it.
I love you so much Ian and you don’t know how much you mean to me...
I hate you so much Ian because I probably don’t mean anything to you…
I hate you; I hate the damn Cobalt Incantations for selling you your courting materials!
Damn your stupid three roses! Shit!
I sat up, blinded by tears, consumed by a rage difficult to comprehend. I punched my pillow, thinking it was Ian, thinking it was whoever Ian was seeing! They’re probably in a date now…I suddenly remember something Ian had said, “Let’s hurry up and go home, me and my aunt are eating outside”. His aunt was sick and then they were going to eat outside?! Fuck it, I’m so stupid!
Damn it!
Damn it all!!!
I exhaled, collapsing on my bed. Still crying silently so that my parents wouldn’t hear.
Damn…