QuesOfTheDay: Who do you imagine as Snow Clifford other than yourself (only if you imagine yourself)?
After walking for a good few minutes, finally Harry and I reach to the shop.
"Here we are Harry; I know it's paining much." I tell looking at him. Blood was coming out of his foot a while ago but now it has dried up. A cold shiver passes through my whole body watching his foot. I know he's walking with my help but I can't even imagine how he's controlling the burning pain.
"Don't worry, I'm fine." He tells and I frown.
"I can see how fine you are." I tell sarcastically and he passes me a death glare. I decide to remain silent instead of answering him.
"Anyone here?" Harry yells realizing we're the only customer here as we enter inside the small shop. I look around and it seems like an all-in-one shop.
"Hello? It's me!" Harry yells again and an old lady wearing an apron appears in front of us. She wipes her glasses using her apron and looks at us from top to toe. She judges us for a few moment and then finally ends her judgmental session.
"Good afternoon love birds! How can I help you?" She asks plastering a welcoming smile on her trembling lips.
"We're not........." Harry starts to protest against the love birds thingy but I cut him off watching the poor face of the old lady.
"We need some aids to fix his groan first!" I tell grabbing Harry's wrist.
"We need a phone to make a call first." He tells looking at me.
"No we need the first aid box first." I whisper yell looking at Harry.
"No we need a phone...... Okay first aid box please." He frowns and mouths me ok, rising up his eyebrows.
"Okay dear, oh look at your leg poor boy! You really need some strong aid. You should listen to your girlfriend!" the old lady says more like an order.
"She's a friend okay? I hate those people who think every girl hanging around guys is their girlfriend!" He yells looking at the lady.
"Sorry my boy. Control your anger. You're making her afraid along with me." She smiles sadly and Harry looks at me.
"Sorry." He tells looking at me and then looks down.
"Who's there namma?" Hearing another female voice, Harry and I both look at the door.
A girl with blonde hair enters inside the shop. Her blue shorts and red tank top has perfectly matched with her brown hat. I've never seen so thick eye brows as hers. She doesn't smile or even looks at us in a welcoming way like the old woman. I assume she's of my age. I smile looking at her and she forces a smile on her lips somehow.
"Summer! They need to use a phone. Can you......?" The old woman raises her eyebrows looking at her.
"Oh! Catch!" She throws the phone towards me to catch it and I grab it as if it's the last ball of the final match of a cricket game.
Harry takes the phone from my hand and dials a number.
"Hey pal it's me Harry......yea we can talk about it later.....I'll type some goddamned address to you and I need you to pick me up from here.....okay.....hurry up." I watch him the whole time he talks over the phone. How his detailed jaw lines move when he talks, how he rolls up his eyes over the phone as if the other person is right in front of him now.
"My friend is coming here in an hour or so. He's near somewhere. I'll drop you at Madison's house and then I'll leave."
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Fireflakes- H.S AU
Fiksi Penggemar*COMPLETED BUT NOT EDITED* She loves snowflakes; soft, white, pure and free as her personality. And he's like fire; ironic, dark and careless about everything without himself. They never meant to be together, but when they collided the whole world...
