four words [the fangirl ii - a.i]

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[There will be too much kisses and rated PG parts in here. Just saying.]

     We were home. As in on my bedroom, at home sweet home at Australia, with my family. And Sarah, she hasn't been home for three years.

     We were engaged. They couldn't do a thing. And its bugging me for three years. Everytime, every second, every time I see her, there was this thought that would flash. That I took her from them without notice. It was like kidnapping.

     But if she was looking like that, in her white dress up to her knees standing at the porch with her chestnut brown hair blowing with the wind and coffee in her hands, her right arm around her, I would never regret it.

     I took steps forward in silence, testing if she would notice but she was too deep in her thoughts, she watched the waves by the ocean, "What are you thinking?" I asked.

    She smiled at me before answering then goes back to the ocean, "Nothing, I love the wind."

     "You want to go home?," I asked because I knew she'd been homesick even she was with me for three years. And I've never seen her that sad until that morning. "You know? Three years have passed."

    "I call them everyday." She giggled that her chest bounce from her crossed arms.

    "You were good at hiding. Why did you not tell me? Issssh. I was thinking this whole three years about it." I whined.

     "You did not asked. So...." Now she was doing what her father was doing everytime he tries to annoy her. Adaptation is special because you were too comfortable and you've been with him or them for too long that you wouldn't notice you already get used to it and without even knowing you adopted it from them. Doing unintentionally.

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     "I'll be long gone." She said, lying on my chest, she just finished helping my mother with house chores the next morning. Mom have been telling her a few things about cooking and washing dishes. Probably about 'married life'. Like which of which to soap first and what to wash first. "Any kind of glass; wine, water, juice glasses, are always the first one to be soaped and washed." She said once I caught them alone in the kitchen and Sarah was drying them, putting them into their respective places as she listen. And just after my sister's birthday party when they were in a room, in the middle of the night, "You should stitch these ripped ones," she was holding a white table cloth at the far end, she was doing a running stitch. At the time Sarah's eyes were heavy and sleepy, "listen up. And the clothes that uses only at house. Like this one," my mother brought up my t-shirt, "at the armpit if its ripped and anything that can still be useful. Ya know what I'm saying?" Sarah nodded.

     "Honey," mom's excited voice echoed in the room. We both turn our heads towards the door.

     We both look at each other. She'd been calling both of us as 'honey'. "Is it me or...?" I asked her.

     "Its Sarah not you." She said and pulled her up from my chest. I crossed my arms and pouted.

     I saw Sarah looked back and whispered something on my mother's ears and she giggled, "I smell jealousy Ashton."

     "Just get out already! Ishh." I shouted.

     After a while, an hour or three I heard tires from outside hissed and stopped and when I came for the door I saw Sarah was on the wheels and mom was on the passenger's. "You're a trainer now?"

     Mom got out of the car with her jacket on, "Not yet but I want to."

     "She'll be a great trainer I swear!," Sarah said and jumped then came to me. "Why are you covered with bubbles?" she asked, her brows were knitted.