Ever since you left the orphanage you've been exploring the world. When you hear of a Magic family living in a small village, you plan your next stop. When you arrive there and realize there is no where to stay, you run into a girl named Mirabel. Yo...
Regret. Regret is the only thing I feel at the moment. I'm standing in my room and Isabela is laughing at me. Cackling really. It's annoying.
"Oh, my, god. HAHA, She said... I can't. I really can't. Please this is pure comedy," My cousin laughs at me. I glare at her.
"It's not that funny,"
"It is,"
"You know what, never mind. Forget I said anything. Obviously, you're not going to help me," I say angrily. Her entire face changes and she jumps to me.
"No, no. I'm going to help you. I just had to get that out of my system, because you got to admit it's kinda funny-"
"Ya I know," I say.
"Sorry, sorry. Ok. Look you guys are practically a couple already. You hold hands and all that weird kid stuff. You need to do something more, you know. Flowers, a gift, or something,"
"You know, that's great advice and all, but that's not the problem. You see, the thing is that I can't ask her out!" I say getting louder at the last part.
"I'm getting there. Chill out. Use the flowers to ask her out. Which should indicate that the date is romantic. If that doesn't indicate anything through her thick skull, then explain to her that you like her. When she blushes and gushes and says yes, you take her somewhere nice. Out to dance or whatever she likes. And then take out the real gift and say 'will you, Mamacita capita, be my girlfriend' and boom relationship," She tells me. It's good advice, but she's doing unnecessary bullying.
"I don't call her that," I say. She rolls her eyes.
"That's not the point. Look I'll help you prepare, but you have to do the asking yourself. I'm not going to ask for you like a 12-year-old little girl," She says.
"I was planning on asking her myself. Don't worry. I just need some f/fls. And I'll go up to her," I said cockily.
"Right... What about the gift?" She asks.
"I'm glad you ask," I beckon her over to a small desk in my room, "Take a look at this,". I show her a beautiful necklace with an f/c jewel in the middle.
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(Something like this. Idk where he got the money for it and I'm not going to ask. And let's be honest the diamonds probably aren't real, but it's the sentiment behind it that's important. Also, imagine that it's your favorite color. If your favorite color is light blue, congrats! no need to imagine!)
Isabela gasps and nods.
"It's beautiful. Perfect gift. Where did you get this?" She grabs the necklace and inspects it. I grab it back and place it back in the drawer I had it in.
"The trader's market. And It's her favorite color," I boast she smiles.
"You're pretty serious about her, aren't you?" Isabela smiles. I blush and look around nervously.
