The fight for Anya heart

A moment with two

Damien POV

That stupid, pink-haired, stubby-leg commoner. How could she lead me on for so many years? She made me think she had feelings for me since her apology.

That cute apology, with her emerald eyes, and her adorable fa-

NO. NONONONONO. I'm NOT falling for her features again. I'm not even going to think of the adorable fa-. COME ON.

Okay, Damian. Take a deep breath.

'breath in' 'breath out'

You're out here to run errands. You just need to make up to Emile and Ewen for yesterday with ice cream. And get a new pen while I'm out.

.....

She shouldn't have played me. Not for that many years. Not until my heart yearns for her- EVERYTHING. Her emerald eyes. Her pink hair. Her cute face.-

"Hey, Sy-on boy."

The way she calls me. The way she blabbers about spy war-

I'M SORRY, WHAT?!?!

"The heck you doing sneaking on people?!?!?" Was she stalking me?!?

"Sneaking? You've been following me this entire time." "I WAS?!?" "Well, it was more of you mindlessly walking in my direction. Like me, every time I accidentally stayed up longer during a school night."

SSSHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIITTTT. WHY DO I KEEP MAKING A FOOL OF MYSELF WHENEVER I'M IN FRONT OF HER!

"So, where you going?" "Why do you ask?" "No reason."

(Anya's POV: Heard ice cream. Want ice cream. Let me have ice cream)

This girl is annoying. And cute.

"Fine. If you must know, I owe Emile and Ewen ice cream after yesterday when I-" NOPE. Cover your mouth, QUICK.

....

WHY DID I DO THAT?!?! NOW, SHE'LL BE MORE SUSPICIOUS.

"When you what?" "None of your business!" "Okay?"

Great, she'll think I'm suspicious.

"So, when's ice cream?"

What? "What?"

"You said ice cream. When? And can I join?" She practically wants to drool while trying to convince me with puppy dog eyes.

Is this girl serious? No, why would I invite her.

"Pleeeease." She's moving closer to me.

I can almost smell her shampoo. Smells nice. WAIT. NO. GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GUTTER.

"N-n-no-" "Pleeeeaaaasssseee."

TOO CLOSE. TOO CLOSE. TOO F#CKING CLOSE.

"F-fine. J-ju-just don't b-be a bo-bother." STOP STUTTERING.

"YAY." She was so glad she jumped.

Cute. OH, WOULD I JUST SHUT UP.

...

"Would you just pick already?" This is getting annoying.

"So many flavors." She's going to drool at this point.

"Just pick." "So many flavors." "For the love of-. This isn't your first time in an ice cream shop." "Still. So. Many. Flavours. Can I get it all."

FOR THE LOVE OF-. "You're not going to finish it, and if you did you'd be crying out 'Stomach Hurts'." "Says you." "With proof. Multiple proofs. Learn from your mistake." This girl is annoying.

"Grrrr, Fine. Chocolate with nuts." She began to pout. Cute.

Once we got the ice cream, we decided to wait at a table. Based on experience, walking will cause the ice cream will fall, and she'll complain non-stop.

"So, you were what?" She looked at me with a face like a curious child

"What?" "I let you off the hook, but now you have no choice but to tell me. What were you doing yesterday that you were embarrassed about?"

SSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!TTTTTT

"It's a 'me to know and you to never find out' thing." "And that's supposed to satisfy my curiosity?" "Oh please, it's not like you never keep secrets." "Ugh, fine. How about another question. What's wrong with you?"

Huh? "Huh?"

"You've recently been acting different, albeit in the smallest bit possible." "Ummmm-."

Great, now what do I do? I mean, should I just straight up say 'Oh, you know. I'm just jealous of the new kid because they start succeding in the one thing I want to do in years.'

Gasp. "Are you jealous of the new kids?"

I straight up looked at her and she was giving me to most teasing look I've ever seen. Curse you, Becky.

"Uh. Uh." "Aww, you're face looks so cute. And don't worry Sy-on boy, you've practically become a star in school. Nobody can steal that from you."

I AM NOT CUTE. I AM HANDSOME. And of course, nobody can replace me. "I'm not worried that they'll steal my school reputation." "Oh, so you're academic and physical reputation?" "My academic reputation is my school reputation. And I'm not trying to be an athlete, so physical reputation is not something I care about." "So what is it? Appearance?"

...

"Kinda." "But you're already really handsome."

She thinks I'm handsome. HAH, she is int-.

"You already have enough girls fawning over you to make a fan club." OF COURSE, THAT'S WHAT SHE MEANT. WHY CAN'T SHE SEE ME AS A MAN.

"So why are you jealous of them?" How should I answer this?

"Oh, Anya. It's you." Oh, great. Which one of them is-. Wait, this one sounds familiar.

I looked up and saw... EWEN?!?!?

"BOSS MAN. I uh..." "Explain. Now." Don't tell me he's-.

"He and I are in a fan club." Wait what?

"She's right. I'm a fan of Spy Wars and a member of its fan club. Please don't judge me." "I'm not going to judge you for liking a show. But for joining a fan club, that'll be difficult." "Hey, it exists for a reason, Sy-on boy."

Phew, they're not together. Wait. "How long has this been going?" "3 years." HUH.

"I saw him at a club meeting. After a surprise realization and a lot of talks, we became club friends." "Emile would also been there, but he thought fan clubs were a bit of an extreme for a fan." "They were invented for a reason." "Right, I keep telling him that but-"

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Why did you not tell me this?" "Well. We knew you react a bit, um, extreme." "I would not." "You just demanded me to explain, and yesterday when you-"

I quickly covered his mouth. He is not going to expose me. "I think we should go. Now." "Hang on." I looked at Anya as she went to the register and grabbed a box. "You almost forgot the ice cream. Ewen, you can have yours now." Cute. "Thanks." We left as she continued her munching on her sweets.

Bonus:

"So, he found out."

"Yep."

"And survive."

"All thanks to Anya."

"So, is he going to be okay?"

"I don't know. Lord Damian is great at multiple things, but not at Anya."

"Yeah. It's a wonder how she hasn't been taken by another person."

"He is doomed."

"He is doomed."