Lena awoke some time later, heart thundering in her ears though she almost instantly relaxed when she heard a familiar voice singing downstairs, causing her to creep to the stairwell to listen. She had never heard Yulia sing but she never realized that Yulia could be this good.
"She has always liked music....Even when she was six years old and got a toy guitar from her Dad for christmas."
Ivan's voice startled her, though she relaxed as he walked by.
"She was too shy to sing when she moved in here. Said people hated her voice, said it was too high." He added, making Lena wonder just what else there was that Yulia wouldn't let anyone know about, after all Yulia hadn't ever really told her what had lead up to the suicide attempt though Lena had gotten the idea that her mother had done or said something.
After she was done Yulia came back up stairs, bushing slightly when she saw Lena.
"You heard that huh?"
She asked, shoving her hands into her pockets.
"You are really good. Why didn't you tell me you could sing?"
Lena asked, watching as her eyes clouded over for a second before a small smile took over her face.
"How about I go make us dinner then we'll talk about it? I guess since you've been with me through everything I should tell you." She stated simply.
Lena felt helpless as she watched Yulia bustle around the small kitchen, wishing that she could help but knowing she would be doing nothing but getting in the way.
"When did you learn how to cook that well?"
Lena asked, earning a laugh.
"Ivan didn't let me work until I turned sixteen so I had a long time either hanging out down there or screwing around up here. I taught myself how to cook because I got tired of asking him to be away from work just because I didn't want a cold sandwich." Yulia stated with a grin before adding "how do you like your spaghetti? there's fifty ways to make it."
Yulia stated, earning a shrug.
"Can eat anything so go ahead fix it however you like it. I'm not a picky eater."
Yulia just nodded and went back to work.
Lena watched Yulia mix one thing or another into the pot of sauce on the stove, before taking a can of something out of the cabinet above her and emptying it into the browned meat.
"Almost done."
Yulia stated, turning to Lena who was staring at her, brow arched.
"You are like one of those chefs on tv." She commented, earning a chuckle.
"I'm no where near that good."
Yulia commented before putting the food onto a plate and setting it down in front of her.
"If I had more time I'd make something better than just spaghetti."
Yulia stated, earning a laugh.
"Yulia, it's fine. It's more than enough.
After dinner the pair retreated back to Yulia's bedroom, where the brunette sighed and fell back onto the bed before saying "I think I made too much, enough so much as I think Agnes the Anus will have to take a bowl home."
She stated, stretching slightly.
"Agnes? Who is that?"
Lena asked, earning a laugh.
"The bitch that works down there waiting tables. She thinks I'm Ivan's lolita or something." She retorted with a laugh before adding "if I knew she would get a bowl I'd put something in it to give the bitch the shits."
Lena laughed at this, wondering where Yulia's silliness had come from.
This kind of banter went on for some time before Yulia sighed and sat up, turning on the radio before sighing and adding
"You asked me why I don't sing...Well....I wanted to as a child but my mother said my voice was too high, that I'd hurt people's ears. She wouldn't let me try, or take classes to make me better. I believed her as well...I took art instead."
Yulia stated, eves downcast before she suddenly brightened, as if remembering something.
"Oh yeah! Lena, I finished this when I was in the hospital but I never got to give it to you!"
she stated, producing a drawing she had done with pastels ages ago, handing it to Lena with a blush.
"Holy shit! Yulia, it looks almost exactly like a portrait!" Lena exclaimed, Causing Yulia to blush and look away.
"Thanks...I think."
She muttered, obviously embarrassed however their light atmosphere was broken by the sound of Lena's cell phone ringing.
"I'll see who it is. If it's ass wipe I'm ending this tonight."
She stated as she flipped open the phone.
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Ghosts Of The Past (A t.A.T.u Fanfic)
FanfictionSome say that the past can not hurt you, however for Yulia that is the farthest thing from the truth, especially when she is trying to supress most of her self and start over, which is ruined by the fact that a girl from her former school has spread...
