Larsadie

~F-I-F-T-Y-S-E-V-E-N~

~Sadies POV~

I groan angrily as I stomp away from the Big Doughnut.

Don't look back.

Don't you dare look back...

I look up at see I'm almost to my house, then I look back down, trying not to blow a fuse.

The nerve of him! What is even up with him??

Suddenly, I bump into someone and fall to the ground, and they gasp, making them take a step back.

"I am so sorry, Sadie! I'm not used to my contacts just yet, I didn't see you there..." I look up and see Ronaldo. He doesn't have his glasses on, and his baby blue eyes sparkle.

"H-Hey Ronaldo..." I say, a bit shaken up. I start to get up and he blinks at me,

"You okay?" I wipe the dust off my butt, and laugh nervously. 

"I-It's nothing..." He looks at me, knowing I'm lying through my teeth. I sigh, "Fine..." I sit down on the curb and he sits down with me.

"It's about Lars...he." I pause, "He isn't normal." Ronaldo chuckles, and I look at him.

"That's Lars all the time." I glare at him angrily, and he holds his hands up in defense. I sigh.

"I know that...it's just..." I hug myself tightly. "After we came back from the future-"

"WHAT!? HOW DID YOU DO THAT!? THAT'S INCREDIBLE!! THAT'S...THAT'S-" I look at his face, and he stops.

"That's not the point..." he adds. I start to continue.

"He has just been different. Maybe the fact how we were still together after 10 years, or the fact that he didn't get to learn much...but he just isn't the same." I start to reminisce about the two of us. All we've been through; the good and the bad times. Now, it's all different.

"He used to be ignorant, and childish, and annoying...but that's what I loved about him; I still do too. And sure, we argued also, but that somehow made our relationship-...updated; or something like that. Anyway; now when he does something that I comment about, he says 'I'm sorry, I'll stop that."..."

"That's terrible." I hear the sarcasm in his tone.

"Well in 'girl talk', it is." He raises an eyebrow, and I sigh. "It means he's cutting me off so I don't talk or have an opinion..." I groan, and I suddenly feel tears forming, "hate this, I hate it hate it HATE IT." I hug myself as tight as I can.

"S-STUPID LARSADIE, IT'S A S-STUPID T-THING A-A-A-ND..." I feel myself loosing my sanity as I begin to cry.

Stop it...

Just stop...

You're making a fool of yourself

Ronaldo suddenly pulls me close in a bear hug.

"Shhhh...hey, hey." I look at him, but tears block my sight, making me squint.

"It's okay Sadie..." the tears slowly stop. "That's it...stop crying..." I sniffle softly.

His tone is so gentle...

I slowly rest my head on his chest and hiccup. He starts to rock on the curb and my anger simmers away.

What's going on?

I want him to stop...but the feeling is so...

Nice.

After a few minutes, Ronaldo stops. I look back up at him and he's looking down at me. Quickly, I sit back up.

"Uh...t-thanks Ronaldo." I say, starting to stand up.