four words [the fangirl ii - a.i]

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A C E

Sarah just stopped talking all of a sudden. I didn't do anything and I have no idea what happened to her. I couldn't stop the car because we were at highway. I kept asking her what was wrong but she won't answer. She would just look at me and then hide behind her arms. What a freak.

"What the fuck happened to you? Are you possessed? Because if you are I'm going to throw you out the window without second thoughts." I said and she switched sides again, her back facing me, "Talk to me. What is wrong with you? I am going to stop here if you don't."

"Don't!," she shouted that I almost lost my hearing, "I'm trying to calm down."

"Alright. Alright. You're so weird."

At the road she wasn't talking because she fell asleep with the same position facing me with her back. "You're so rude." I told her after we finally get to our destination.

"I was trying to calm down." she respond as she eats the snack I bought for us and a coffee, she's addicted to it if you couldn't tell.

"You are weird. What were you trying to calm down?," I didn't do anything. "Now get me going to that church."

She stopped again, "What now?" She was pouting as she holds her coffee at her left hand and a burger at her right hand with her red dress blows with the wind. She was cute with dresses, I realized today. I should accept the fact that she wears it.

"You always have reasons with everything I hate you for that." she said and walk.

"And that's why we always fight because you are too and we always have different perspectives. Now stop the tantrum. You're 21." I said.

S A R A H

He said I was 21 and should stop the tantrum. Never in my life I would hear him saying it. Never in my life I expect him to grow up and stop all the childishness.

Today, in the middle of Paris, he walks in front of me, hands in pockets and have straight body with sun glasses dangles at his nose. He walks like Prince William.

"Is this it?" he asked and I nodded then stepped in. His voice changed too, was this second adolescence? Because Ace was hitting it all the way with perfection. His voice was deep and his shoulders were getting wider, "I've read a few about this St. Peter Church. Its lovely."

I didn't comment and continued walking and sipping my coffee. But when I told him to go on and I'll wait for him here he held my arm and said, "A no can do. Stay my side." He put my free hand to his.

     I should forget about all these stupid little things that Ace's doing. Its friendly gestures. I never liked Ace, never, but why does he do this to me? Why do I feel this way with his little concern gestures? And why Ace was such a gorgeous thing for my eyes now? Maybe because Ashton's presence wasn't there and we weren't in good terms now.

It took an hour to roam the church because he intently observed the paintings at the ceiling and the tombs in it. 

A C E

I have been writing about hidden history of different countries and we started here un Europe, in Paris.

      Since Sarah convinced me to write atleast one book (my very first book and probably the last) I did and I chose her to be my partner and why not? She graduated with a degree in such subject.

     Today, we were only in Louvre Museum. We took an hour at the St. Peter church.

      She was taking pictures with her polaroid camera which she just bought for herself and suddenly look at my way that made me panic. "You should check them out," she said as she pace towards me, "they're precious."  then ran away again. She always do even then.

     She was talking about the paintings. There were paintings aligned the walls and not allowed to touch, they're hundred and more years old.

     "Aren't we supposed to be at my office now? How about you tell me these things?" I asked wishful that she could hear.

     She looked back with a wide grin on her face, "Ace, you should see history. You should touch them or not, probably. You should experience them by the photos alteast." she said as she walks towards me, again, "you have to have interest with it. You have to be inlove with it. The words will come out flawlessly."

     I had all the urges to say that she just described herself, as history and the whole definition she just said, but I didn't. "History is such a beautiful thing but should never be repeated. Isn't it?"