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hoshyeoms · 7 years ago

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by @sunkissedjae, thank you friend!!! ((((:

THE LAST

1. drink: apple juice 2. phone call: joshua called me this morning cause my schedule was wrong and i was late for work *insert upside down smiley emoji* i was so frckn mad that i was late. i’m always 20 minutes early! 3. text message: if you count snapchat text, it was evie. if not, it was my family group chat lol 4. song you listen to: mercy - kanye 5. time you cried: last tuesday when i fell out of the kayak and lost my glasses in the river 6. dated someone twice: ...never dated anyone lol 7. kissed someone and regretted it: yee, but they were trashy boys and i should have never gotten involved in the first place 8. been cheated on: geez, i’d hope not with how exciting my dating life is 9. lost someone special: yeah, but they’re looking over me and that’s what matters most. they’re not lost when they become something other than alive, simply just transcendent. 10. been depressed: unfortunately, yes, but i’ve become a lot better since i moved out of mom’s house. 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: i’m oddly super conscious when i get drunk, so i know when to stop and thankfully have not thrown up

3 FAVORITE COLORS

12. periwinkle 13. dodie yellow 14. green

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU

15. made new friends: i have! 16. fallen out of love: i mean i stopped loving a lot of artists i liked cause i realized they had/have morals that don’t better them as musicians, but make their image something that holds materialistic things higher than the passion of the craft. 17. laughed until you cried: literally anytime i think of the “joutjout” meme which is like everyday 18. found out someone was talking about you: nah, but like i have a very small circle of friends and we all support each other. we don’t have time for petty shit like that. 19. met someone who changed you: kinda, more they showed me why i don’t need to change. they opened my eyes to the confidence i never had, and showed me that my weird and quirky traits i hide myself behind only make me shine. 20. found out who your friends are: sure lol 21. kissed someone on your facebook list: i don’t even talk to more than 2 people on my facebook list lol

GENERAL

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: yo last time i was on facebook was around when alex and i went to california, it’s all people from my hometown and it’s pretty toxic 23. do you have any pets: 2 corgis named Max (my snuggle bug) and Minnie! I really want a cat, but my grandma is allergic and we can’t have more than 2 animals in our neighborhood assoc. 24. do you want to change your name: when i’m at work yeah lol, i’ve met 2 people with my name but i see like 12 dogs a week with my name. literally i share a name with more dogs than people and it trips me up some days. 25. what did you do for your last birthday: dad and i went to a korean bbq place (and i suffered a v bad haircut), but then the week after alex and i went to disneyland after con and celebrated there too (which was frckn amazing we met Traci Hines) 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching dream high 2 28. name something you can’t wait for: Noon saturday (but i’m also super anxious, so i’m sure you’ll see a post or smthn of me yelling about my feelings) 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: in July (which isn’t that bad because our relationship isn’t the best. i love her, but loving her is hard when she treated me so poorly for so long) 31. what are you listening to right now: Power - Kanye (it’s just a ye playlist on spotify for now) 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yeah, he was a navy captain my mom knew. he’s in a betty white movie 33. something that is getting on your nerves: pretty much nothing, my anxiety but that’ll go down in a few. 34. most visited website: youtube 35. hair colour: brownish auburny color 36. long or short hair: it’s longer than it was a few months ago 37. do you have a crush on someone: not really, i don’t leave my house often and i don’t really find myself attracted to many people. maybe one day i guess 38. what do you like about yourself: my sense of humor, it’s slightly twisted but my family runs on puns so i’m always joking around. i do also like my smile, it’s a bit crooked but it makes my face brighter and happier. 40. blood type: O positive, I used to donate twice a year until college, i ate so poorly i got an iron deficiency and can’t donate anymore :( 41. nickname: chlo, chipotle, joshua calls me chole cause work spelled my name wrong on my clock in badge, evie calls me sunshine, dad and i have a joke that i call him jedi master and he calls me padawan, idk people just calls me names tbh. my grandparents call me by my cousin’s name sometimes, once they called the dog my name. 42. relationship status: single, but like not worried about it 43. zodiac: gemini 44. pronouns: she/her 45. favourite tv show: i don’t watch much tv, but i do really like game of thrones and rick and morty. those are really the only 2 i keep up with, my grandma and i watch “this is us” together cause it’s how we spend time together. When christmas comes around, I watch the hallmark channel with her cause they always play my favorite christmas movie! 46. tattoos: just one on my upper inner left arm, i was supposed to get another one but i used the money to buy a new purse since i’ve had the same one since 7th grade and it’s super dirty and worn out. 47. right or left handed: right 48. surgery: not that i know of

50. sport: i played soccer in middle and part of high school, i don’t really keep up with sports except detroit soccer over the summer.

51. vacation: being cliche, but i want to eat pray love w a backpack all around the world, but if i do end up in school again, i hope to get admitted in the language program and get to travel abroad to work on translating and teaching alongside multiple linguists. 52. pair of trainers: pumas

MORE GENERAL

53. eating: nothing, but i just had a few clementines 54. drinking: water 55. I’m about to: watch another episode of dream high 2, maybe go to sleep, bre was right i get super sad late at night and shouldn’t put myself through that 56. waiting for: noon saturday 57. want: to go to a park and just sit outside. one perk of college was that i could go sit outside at this time and it be okay (except it was humid af how did i live in georgia for 18 years). Now I can’t go outside or walk around at this time without being scolded, and all I want to do is just sit under the stars or just enjoy the night air. 58. get married: hopefully one day, i went to planned parenthood the other day and they asked me when i wanted to get married, i said 26 cause hopefully by then i’ll be more stable and with someone, but like i have this feeling that i will be by myself forever, or end up in a very toxic marriage like my mom. I lived my whole life being called ugly up until now, and now i just feel like the people suddenly confessing to me only want to use me. 59. career: I work in a grooming salon now and could one day get an offer to go to grooming academy, but if I could get back into psychology I would, I also really want to get into linguistics and just kinda travel using my degree to do odd jobs in different places. Experience the cultures of different places by meeting and interacting with the people those places have to offer.

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: depends who is giving what, a hug is warmth while a kiss can be hunger. 61. lips or eyes: eyes 62. shorter or taller: i prefer tall, but i am short 63. older or younger: either or as long as there is nothing but 100% commitment 64. nice arms or nice stomach: why does that matter when i’m getting cuddles and love? 65. hook up or relationship: relationship, more meaningful 66. troublemaker or hesitant: i say this with a clear head but a troublemaker. being hesitant can really hold you back in this world, and will make you miss many chances you might not get again.

HAVE YOU EVER

67. kissed a stranger: no 68. drank hard liquor: yes, but i’m more of a wine girl 69. lost glasses/contact lenses: yes :((( 70. turned someone down: ye, but that was because he had told me prior he was using me for sex 71. sex on the first date: guess who still has the magic v card 72. broken someone’s heart: i hope not 73. had your heart broken: uh no? 74. been arrested: no, my step dad is a cop he would personally start ww3 if i was 75. cried when someone died: kinda yeah 76. fallen for a friend: yes? but like he’s my best friend now and those feelings went away very fast

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

77. yourself: if i didn’t, who would? 78. miracles: kinda yeah 79. love at first sight: no, but someone could prove me wrong one day 80. santa claus: HoHoNO

81. kiss on the first date: if they treated me right and they date went well, there is no harm in a kiss on the first date 82. angels: i do

OTHER

84. eye colour: i always thought they were hazel, but they are green with a ring of browny/amber in the center. in the right light and when i’m sleepy, they’re grey it’s p cool 85. favourite movie: i watch a lot of movies, but i did really like moana.

i tag: @parkjinyoungaf (i forgot the url annie i was like WHERE IS SHE OH NO), @doublebam1a @thekoreanguys (i hope you’re okay i’m v worried about you :(( )

#tagged #thanks friend!#i got a lil too personal srry #lets talk sometime you seem v cool!

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mariestherapeutics · 8 years ago

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Short Story: Runaway Part 2, starring OT12. WARNING: Mild Language, family problems, rule breaking, and mentions of bullying. Genre: Biker!AU, Fluff, Friendship, Slight Suspense Word Count: 3,801 A/N: This is the repost of Part Two, since I couldn’t find it for the life of me.

The guys, after making a big deal about your hunger, rode to the nearest gas station and bought a bunch of snacks. The next thing you know, you're all cramped in their garage, the motorcycles lined against the wall carefully.

When Junmyeon rips open a bag of chips and hands it to you, he asks, "So, the lot of us have been planning to have a long ride at the end of the month. Are you up to joining us?" Gratefully, you take the bag and start eating the contents ravenously.

"Junmyeon," YiFan says, giving him a look you didn't understand.

"Sounds fun." You reply after a mouthful of chips. Jongin laughs at your stuffed cheeks, wiping crumbs away from the sides of your mouth. "Will you pick me up again?" You ask. You wish you had your own bike, but there's no way you could afford one.

"Yeah, and this time, you can ride with me." Chanyeol nods at you, smirking slightly. You laugh and throw an unopened bag of chips at him. "Yah!" He catches the bag just before it hits his face, then opens it up for himself.

"_____," You turn your attention to YiFan. He's looking at you worriedly. "That end-of-the-month ride we've been planning is, seriously, long. I don't think you should go."

"Why not?" You ask. Something in the back of your heart is telling you it's because you don't actually belong with them, even though you've felt so at home with these boys. It makes you sad, but you've accepted that you'll never fit in a group a long time ago.

"Because it's a road trip." He explains, sliding off his leather gloves and setting them aside. He examines the bags of chips carefully before picking up the funyuns. "Are you allowed to go out with strangers for that long?"

"I'm not supposed to be out right now, either." You remind him, and you see Junmyeon shift guiltily. "But it doesn't matter. I can make my own choices, can't I?"

"I just don't want you getting in trouble." He says, and you're taken aback by the sincerity of his words. You know he means it, because of the look in his eyes.

"I'm a big girl," You reply, shoving more chips in your mouth to distract yourself from his ardent gaze. "I can take care of myself." Something seems to spark in the guys at your phrase, and you can visibly see their mischief growing.

"You're a big girl, huh?" Baekhyun giggles, peeling away from Sehun and crawling over to you. "Prove it. Arm wrestle me."

"What?" You watch with wide eyes as the boys find something to put your elbows on. "Are you joking?"

"Nope!" He exclaims, finally pulling over a strongbox and leaning on it smugly. "If you win, I'll give you my scarf." The boys suddenly "ooo" loudly, and Kyungsoo sighs at their excitement.

"You must be really confident if you're betting your clothes." You smirk, unable to help it. You set your arm on the box and grab his hand.

"Give me a reason not to be." He challenges, and you grin in anticipation as Jongdae counts down from three.

"Go!"

The first thing Baekhyun does is gasp, because he wasn't expecting you to actually be tough to beat. He made the mistake of underestimating you, and it shows when his hand smacks against the surface instead of yours.

The boys all cheer in excitement, obviously as surprised as Baekhyun is, and he reluctantly forks over his scarf. "I don't want it," You laugh, handing it back to him. The action makes him so happy he literally leans over and kisses your cheek.

"Arm wrestle me next!" Chanyeol volunteers himself, readily settling on the other side of the box from you. Baekhyun was caught off guard, but now everyone knows you're not weak. You eye Chanyeol's biceps under his sleeves, knowing there's some toned muscle there, and feeling a little intimidated by it. "Oh, this?" Chanyeol asks, flexing to show off. "Don't worry about it."

"Right." You laugh, before grabbing his hand. The boys aren't expecting you to beat Chanyeol, though; you hear them whispering about how Baekhyun's was just a lucky game. You do your best to psych yourself up, knowing that with your strength training, you'd be able to match him easily, even if you didn't have the bulging muscles to show for it.

Jongdae counts down again, and when he yells "go", you gasp as Chanyeol's hand grips yours tight.

"Yah, yah! Why are you holding me so hard?!" You exclaim, but keep the hands centered. He lets out a surprised noise, and your clasped hands start to shake as you both try to out strength the other.

"That's just Chanyeol, he doesn't mean to hurt you." Jongdae explains, but you barely hear it. You're focused on the game.

"What do you want if you win?" You chuckle breathily, and the small question distracts you enough for your hand to waver. Chanyeol has the advantage now, and he furrows his brow as he thinks hard.

"Hmm... how about that ride I wanted?" He asks, and the boys all break out in "ooo"s again. It makes you laugh, and you nearly slip just then, but you catch yourself and fight strong.

No longer talking, you focus all of your strength into your arm. Chanyeol starts to groan impatiently when you start to make a comeback. "No, no, no," He mutters, and when your hands are center again he shouts, "Yah! I want to win!"

Unfortunately for him, that little outburst made him lose the game. You slam his hand down, and he sighs in defeat as the other guys all pat your back and shake your arms in triumph.

"Coolest woman ever." You hear Zitao say somewhere behind you as Junmyeon sidles up to the box. He presses his lips together expectantly, and you hold out your hand. Grinning nervously, he takes it and the match begins.

You beat all of the boys (barely, they all kept making mistakes like Baekhyun and Chanyeol did) expect for Minseok, who easily played with you. You thought you were winning for a little, but then he flung your hand to the side and you gaped at him in embarrassment. He just giggled, and you wondered vaguely how someone so cute could be so tough at the same time.

Some time after the game, the sky began to turn lighter, and you knew it was time for you to go back home. Solemnly, the boys rock-paper-scissored to see who'd drive you back, and it ended up being Kyungsoo.

You didn't mind, and he even let you sit in front of him. "Is this safe?" You ask him as he revved the engine to life, and he simply smiled at you under his helmet's visor.

"Where's the fun in being safe?" It struck you as odd that someone so reserved and rational was in a group so noisy and daring, but hearing this, you see why he fits in perfectly.

Before you have the time to react, other than gaping at him with an open mouth, he kicks off the ground and you're rolling down the street. Being in the front is scarier than being in the back, you conclude when he drives what you feel is over the speed limit.

When you're home, the sun is rising on the horizon and his engine quiets to a soft hum as he slows to a stop. He leaves the bike on, but climbs off and helps you before walking you to your door.

"Will you come again tonight?" He asks, timidly taking your hands in his. "We all enjoyed your presence, _____. I don't understand why people haven't appreciated you like they should." His words make you blush, and his caring wide eyes make you fidget nervously.

Nevertheless, you smile at him. "I'll come." You promise, and he smiles joyously before quickly pecking your cheek. More than one of the boys have done that to you tonight, but Kyungsoo's kiss was different. For some reason, you feel a different emotion attached to it, but you can't place what it is.

Someone's throat clears just as he pulls away, and you both whip your head to the door to see your dad standing in it. "It's a little early to be up, don't you think?" He asks you, and you feel your heart speed up in fear.

You didn't think about your actions when you ran out of the house last night, and especially not the consequences of them. You've never done anything as crazy as going out with a gang of bikers, or breaking the one rule your parents gave you, so you don't know what will happen to you.

Kyungsoo realizes that this must be your father and releases your hands to greet him. "Good morning, sir. I'm sorry for keeping your daughter out so late." He apologizes, meeting his eye directly.

"Uh-huh. What's your name, young man?" Your dad replies, leaning against the door jamb. He isn't even hiding his observant eyes, checking Kyungsoo for signs of bad company. Aside from the motorcycle and the biker jacket, he's basically a squishy ball of fluff.

"Do Kyungsoo." He says.

"Are you her boyfriend, Mr. Do?" Your father asks, and you both adopt a case of stutters.

"H-Huh? No! W-We're not d-dating." Kyungsoo shakes his head, cheeks tinting as he looks at you anxiously. You look just as put off by the question, so it's not comforting. "We're just friends, sir." He promises.

"So you kiss girls you're not dating?" Your dad says, straightening his shoulders to be intimidating. Kyungsoo, having already been the smaller of the guys, is affected by it.

"That wasn't--"

"Dad, it wasn't like that." You cut in, stepping in front of Kyungsoo protectively. Your dad backs off, seeing you stick up for him. "It was just a friendly goodbye kiss, right Kyungsoo?" You ask, peering up at him hopefully.

There's a pause, and you can't read his expression, but he eventually mumbles, "Yeah."

Your dad stares at him for a while, and while you fidget under his gaze, Kyungsoo is shockingly calm. His hands are clasped together in front of him respectively, his eyes keeping contact with your father's. If he wasn't a biker, you would have taken him for a next door neighbor.

"Scram." Is all your dad tells him, and Kyungsoo says goodbye to the both of you quickly before going to his motorcycle. "Oh, and Mr. Do?" He calls. Kyungsoo looks at you two from the street. "Have a good day." They share some sort of nod that you don't understand, before Kyungsoo kicks off and disappears around the corner.

"Am I in trouble?" You ask quietly, tense.

"Not yet," Your dad says teasingly, holding the door open for you. You hang your head when you walk in, softly thank him, and enter the kitchen when he points for you to go there.

"Oh," You stammer, stopping in the doorway when you realize your entire family is in there waiting for you. Your brother and sister look like they've been awake for a few hours, and your mom looks like she's been having a fight with her hair all night.

"Where have you been, young lady?" Your mother asks, looking ready to jump on you at any second. "Do you know how worried we've all--"

"Calm down, Lydia, she's fine." Your dad says, much to your surprise. "Even though she looks like a wreck, I can promise that the boy didn't do anything to her."

"How can you be so sure?" You quarry, not wanting to make him doubt, but out of curiosity.

"Dad instincts. I saw it in his eyes. He's too recluse to do something that bold." He comments, then, reconsidering, he wonders aloud, "Well, if he rides a motorcycle, maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions."

"Just because someone rides a motorcycle, doesn't mean they're a bad person." You argue faithfully. Now that you have twelve examples to back up your claim, you're not afraid to admit it.

"That doesn't give you the excuse to run off with a stranger in the middle of the night--"

"Lydia," Your dad cuts your mom off again, and he huffs in frustration. "She's an adult now, she can make her own choices." Your dad says, and you feel grateful to him.

"Even if they're dumb ones.." Your sister sneers. "Running off with a boy you don't know is tantamount to asking for it."

"Oh, shut up, you did the same when you were in high school, but I'm not the one who regret my decision." You bark back, crossing your arms aggravatingly. Your older sister looks reluctantly impressed with your brave rebuttal, before mom looks at her in shock.

"You what?"

"Hey, but I thought I saw more than one guy last night." Your little brother says, saving her. "I think I saw around fifty of them, actually." He tells your parents.

"Don't over exaggerate." You say quickly, and when everyone looks at you suspiciously, you say softly, "There were only twelve of them..."

"'Twelve?'" Your dad reiterates. "Don't tell me you saw a gang and went running to them," He says, and when you don't immediately answer, he rubs his temples stressfully. "I can only help you so much against your mother, _____." He sighs. "You're not helping yourself."

"Yeah, well, I'm happy that you and mom were so worried about me, but this is the first experience I've had with people I can call friends, so I don't regret any of it." You confess heatedly, looking them in the eye. "And I'm going back tonight." You add rebelliously.

"You're what?" Your mother asks, looking absolutely stressed. "_____, I forbid you to go out with any more lunatics who--"

"They're not lunatics." You cut her off, and she looks hurt by your rebuttal. You've never cut off your parents before. Even your siblings were looking at you funny. "They're completely normal people. Just because they ride motorcycles, doesn't mean they're wicked devils." You repeat, furrowing your brow and frowning.

There's a long silence, before your little brothers mumbles, "I think they're influencing her." You gape at him in betrayal, but he shows no sign of remorse.

"Do what you want." Your dad finally says, much to your mom's disagreement. "Honey, we can't shelter her. She's old enough to do what she wants."

"Thanks, Dad." You say gratefully, but he gives you a look that plainly means "don't thank me". "Um, I guess I'll be in my room, then." You say, feeling your lack of sleep catch up to you. No one combats you when you leave, so you run upstairs and into the seclusion of your bedroom before falling onto your bed.

It's only five minutes later that you fall asleep.

"You actually went to bed." You wake up to your sister's voice, and bolt upright when you realize it wasn't in your head. She's leaning against your door jamb, looking at you curiously. "So," She says, but doesn't continue. Self-consciously, you hug your knees and pull the blankets up higher.

"'So', what?" You ask her, and she rolls her eyes, walking in and closing the door. It makes you nervous, but you don't move when she sits on the end of your bed.

"So," She repeats, grinning a bit. "Tell me what happened." She says. You actually drop your jaw, unable to believe what is happening. When you continue to do so, she rolls her eyes again. "Do I really have to be all mushy like you for you to know that I'm trying to bond here?" She asks, turning a bit red as she looked away. "I admit it, none of us were expecting you of all people to break the biggest rule our parents gave us, and I also admit that I'm impressed, and a little jealous." She says, looking at you again with a small pout. "Tell me about it, so I can live through it vicariously."

You blink at her, genuinely touched by her words and effort to spend time with you, but as you open your mouth to thank her for it, she makes a shushing noise and waves her hands all around her head.

"Shut it. Shut it! I don't want to be thanked for any mushy things I said, because I never said them." She threatens lightly, and you get the hint, smiling widely. Even if she was shy about it, you were glad that she came to talk to you anyways.

You begin with how it started, in your bedroom because of the fight. She didn't say anything about it as you continued, so you didn't make any digs. She must have felt bad, though, because instead of judging you for your actions, she asks, "Wait, so you sat with this Junmyeon guy instead of Chanyeol?" She leans back on her hands, laughing a bit. "Figures. You have weird taste in men."

"It's not like that," You blush, but you're happy she's teasing you in a nice way. "And why? Would you have sat with Chanyeol instead?" You ask, and she gives it a thoughtful moment before nodding her head.

"Chanyeol seems like my type." She says. Then, you tell her about the sparklers and the bridge and the water, then the garage and the chips and the arm wrestling. "Wait, you arm wrestled?" She gasps, leaning forward in shock. "I didn't know you played games." You can tell she's teasing you again, but you think she means it.

"I normally don't, but the situation called for it." You shrug, feeling embarrassed. "I felt like I needed to prove myself to them." Then, your sister does something even more unexpected than talking to you.

"I don't know why you feel that way, with anyone," She tells you gently, looking down at her hands. "None of us can even compare to you. It's no wonder you got along with these guys so well." Her words strike you as uncharacteristic at first, before you realize you don't even know your sister like you should. "It's the rest of us who need to prove ourselves."

"Don't say that," You argue, but she waves it off and asks you to continue.

"I want to hear about what happened with Dad." She grins.

"Oh, well, alright..." You tell her how Kyungsoo won the rock-paper-scissors game and got to drive you home, why you felt like he belonged in the gang, and lastly what happened on the porch. She simply gawked at you until you finished, before smacking her forehead with an exasperated sound at you.

"_____!" She groans, falling back on the bed. "Don't you see? You just friend zoned the fuck out of Kyungsoo!" She says, and you widen your eyes at her accusation (and her language). "He totally has the hots for you." She sits back up and winks playfully.

"What-- no he doesn't-- how could he? It's only been one night!" You exclaim, turning red in the face, and she laughs.

"Who knew you were so innocent?" She asks no one in particular. "All of the signs are there, trust me." She says, and you have no choice but to. She has more experience with guys, and people in general.

"But..." You start, unsure of how to feel. "...wouldn't that make the others more distant from me?" You ask, genuinely saddened by the fact. "I don't want to just grow closer to one of them..."

"Don't be naive," She cuts you off, making you look at her. "I'm pretty sure they all like you, somewhat."

"Okay, now you're being dramatic." You giggle, but she shakes her head. "They can't." You try one last time, but she shakes her head again.

"Totally possible." She shrugs, smiling at you. "Ah, I wish I could meet them. Take a few off your load." She says enviously, looking up at your ceiling in thought.

"You could come with me tonight." You suggest, and she lifts her eyebrows at your offer. "I mean, I did tell you Chanyeol said he'd drive the next pretty girl."

"But I'm not pretty." It's the first time you've ever your sister say something so degrading about herself, and you literally tear up at her words. She rolls her eyes again when you grab her wrists.

"You are pretty, Yuri!" You reassure her. "I look just like you, so they'll think so, too!" You promise. "They'll probably like you more anyways, you're so lively and outgoing, the exact opposite of me." She blushes at your compliments, before turning the attention away from her and pushing away your hands.

"You sure sound outgoing, based on the story you told me." She says, but starts smiling again. "So.. do you really think it's okay if I go with you?" She asks, biting her lip reluctantly.

You nod instantly, elated for this new turn of events. "Yeah! It'd be so much fun with you." You say, and she suddenly looks away from you again. You watch her worriedly when she sniffles, before wiping her eyes with balled fists.

"You're so..." She starts, before stopping herself. "How can you be so nice to me after all the things I said to you?" She asks, looking at you with red eyes. "You know I was the one who spread rumors about you." You gape at her in shock.

"You did?" You ask, and when she nods, you shrug. "Well, we moved. We live a different life now. No one will know, unless you tell them." You tell her, and she starts crying again. "I'm sorry." You apologize, but she smacks your arm.

"Stop apologizing" Yuri demands, wiping her cheeks dry and glaring at you. "But just saying, from now on, you can bad mouth me all you want. I won't even fight you." She says. "Starting today, I'm going to try and be the big sister I was supposed to be." And then you start crying, and she rolls her eyes.

"I'm so excited!" You tell her, leaping onto her and hugging her fiercely. To your surprise, she laughs and hugs you back. "Let's hang out right now, then, we have two more hours before they--"

"Hold it right there, Missy," She stops you, moving you away and holding up her hand. "I have a life, unlike you," She wrinkles her nose. "No offense." She adds. "I have stuff to do before they come. Maybe, take a shower and dress yourself properly before going out this time?" She asks, and you flush, embarrassed at your own hygiene. "And get something to eat, dammit, don't make them spend money on you again."

"Yes, Ma'am!" You salute dutifully, before scampering off into the bathroom.

(The End... or The Beginning?)

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