Saturday, July 18, 2009

Breast Cancer Themed Party





Title: Apologies

Fandom: Original


Characters:
Ross, Angel

Gender:
General, Family

Words: 729




Notes
: Another lapse of inspiration, recapturing some of the early days of Angel XD.





Apologies

that morning did not want to go down to the dining room, or even leaving your room, but had to do it, why not get out of bed as attract Ely then the situation would get out of control. Down, counting the steps and as a child, eating seconds when in fact conformed to destroy minutes, just wanted to hear the driver to hurry, get in the car on the passenger side and ignore the rear passengers. But it was even earlier than other mornings, I could not escape.

- B-good morning - his cousin Isaac she greeted him upon entering the room, seeing her and then another cousin, not knowing whether it was right or not talking.

She did not answer looked at another cousin, wondering if where I always sit on one side of it, or choose to make compañíaa Isaac. Clenching his fists, to give courage, decided to follow the custom. Angel

not welcomed, bad omen, and when she handed jam sat without speaking, but did so without being asked, perhaps it was not so annoying.

- I forgot a few books, go for them before we go to school - strategic retreat, blond traitor thought it.

What to do? I always had fights with Isaac, was the custom, even lasted for days without speaking, until he passed her anger or her silly cousin could please Him. The second happened more often. With Angel was different, his cousin did not generate any point of collision, arguably had a very similar nature, until then their life together had been as good as an older sibling with younger sister. So with no history of a fight, there was also reconciliation.

Where it all began started a couple of days ago, an evening of returning from school that day was a gloomy aura, Professor of Sports announced this morning that soon begin to practice swimming. It was an excuse to enjoy the pool, an advertisement for her cause of fatal and at least pretend to be sick for a week. Just was thinking of a good condition when he entered her room, she froze to see what was on his bed. Color was purple with black accents, one-piece swimsuit was ....

thought it was a joke of Isaac, he knew his fear of water and probably had heard of the upcoming activities of the course. Gala showing of his dark humor was certain that the presence of that piece was a challenge or a joke. He refused the challenge and was not willing to be the subject of laughter, so it took some scissors from his desk and began to cut into small squares that swimsuit. Later, when her cousin had arrived, took what was left of the trunks and tossed from the second floor like confetti. It was when he was only looking at her that she knew something was wrong.

- I did not know it was you - said in a faint voice from his seat at the table next to Angel continued his breakfast. The trunks had bought Angel, who ignored his phobia, who also could see the purple cloth rain and if was able to identify the origin of this - sorry.

expected longer be ignored, but then watched as his cousin put aside his fork.

- You had to say.

- is thought it was a joke of Isaac, thinking it was yours would not have broken - he responded in the hit, taking advantage of before they returned to silence.

- I do not mean that - he said, shaking his head.

- So? - She asked confused.

- We have four years of knowing, you should have told me that I was afraid of the water - silence, both looking.

- Were you angry for not knowing that?

- You thought I was going to import but what you did to that pledge? - But ....
- I'm offended that you did not have the confidence to tell me about the relationship the water and you - to get hit in the head fake could feel free to smile.
- Sorry. - The next me really angry - he said with half a loaf in the mouth, how to take it seriously? Both began to laugh after that. It was impossible
a fight between them. Those were reserved for the fool blonde cousin. End

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