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UNDER THE STARS | free de la hoya

The ceiling is so undeniably plain and dull, (F/N) thinks to herself, eyes blown wide open, sleep had refused her this night. Not a single ounce of exhaustion had touched her, now she walked through the dark and opulent walls of BC Sol, thinking if she did even the most mundane of actions that would coax fatigue to come to her. She sweeps the halls back and forth like some kind of ghost. 

Eventually she halts as she thinks of the kitchen, kitchen equates to food, she grins, her stomach sings in delight as she thought of the pudding saved in the fridge, she once stopped herself from devouring it as soon as she saw it as it would be handy in emergencies and right now was an emergency. So she hops down in excitement and hurriedly yanks the door but as the light and the cold had touched her face, a devastating conclusion had came to her

"What in the actual fuck" 

She said out loud, unminding that her tone would wake the others.

But it did not matter, almost nothing would, NOTHING 

As the pudding was gone.

There was in no absolute way, even in the name of the gods of beyblade would it be somewhere else, she's tried and searched, just this morning, afternoon it was here! At the very front seat of what could (F/N) (L/N) be eating today?

The glow of the fridge had turned red because that's what she had seen, her palms tingling, her mind quickly setting up the suspects, almost everyone in BC Sol was fond of food, they'd eat anything! Especially Valt. Especially that sonic-looking little shit. None could be compared to his appetite, she's seen the way he inhaled food like it was air, the all you can eat buffet would go bankrupt were he ever to be in one. It must be him. She crosses her arms and curves her mouth even more, willing herself to not go and ambush the boy's door and pull him in the collar and ask him what he did with her pudding, that sweet pudding and what was worst it was chocolate. 

She slams the fridge and says "Fuck" 

Afterwards in her grief and anger and still no signs of exhaustion or droopy eyes, something had possessed (F/N) as she finds herself treading the large forest belonging to BC Sol. Every second passing by she finds herself crying and pulling at her hair at the stolen pudding. 

Her feet had made soft noises under the grass, and she became ire at the sharp tips poking her ankles. 

(F/N) sighs and shakes her head, closing her eyes, trying to calm down and find peace

But that's easily been stolen away from her just like her pudding as she hears a menacing rustle. She halts and suddenly (F/N)'s not a human anymore, nope, she's now been converted into a rock, oh how she wished she would be. And still she comes to look around her surroundings and pray to whatever gods up there and tell them to spare her this just one night. Just one! But at the same time, if something or someone were to ever kill her, she makes the thought less dreadful by looking on the bright side, thinking if she dies, then that meant she could sleep.

Great idea, (F/N)! 

A few minutes pass by and nothing happens to her and still she stands like a pole, is this some kind of Jurassic Park shit? (F/N) shrugs to herself and does the best she can and go back. Turning back on her heel, she makes a run for it but something stops her, colliding with her and sending her falling back to her butt.  

She punches nothing as suddenly the will to live overshadows the thought the she could be able to sleep but to her utter dismay as she opens her eyes that something was someone and that someone was none other than Free De La Hoya, his stygian eyes boring into her (E/C) ones and instead looked curious than the usual disinterested one he so often likes to wear, but it was worse, so much worse than seeing him before her very eyes.