AN: these coming chapters are all kind of shipping chapters. Squee! Also, it's now Thursday. These notes are also for me, though, so that I know what the hell I'm doing.
Chapter 16
Mulan POV
Quietly, I get dressed in my workout clothes and leave the house. Lacing up my sneakers as I go out the door, I plug in my iPod and turn up the music.
Let's get down to business...
Softly, I sing along under my breath while I run down the street. I reach the wood and start down the path. I stop singing under my breath and focus on my feet pounding and hitting the beaten path. My breath puffs in and out and I notice a second set of steps, and a man passes by me. I glare at his back, and move more quickly as the song switches.
Mama told me not waste my life...
Moving with the beat, I over take him and see his face. I almost stop running. He's not wearing a frockin shirt and I stare for a second before smirking at him and saying as loudly as I can, "Race to the fountain?"
"I dunno where that is." He replies.
"You won't have to." I retort, moving faster. I hear his cursing under his breath, and the increased pounding of feet. I run as fast as I can, faking a few turns until I reach the water fountain. I take a drink, and when I turn back he's bent over, panting.
"You ok there?" I ask, breath heaving in and out. He nods, before getting a drink of water. I hold back my smirk and lean against a tree.
"You cheated." He says, breath even.
"No. I just have more knowledge." I retort, grinning.
"Race back to the house. Winner takes all." He says. Wow, prideful much?
"Your on." I reply.
"Ready?" He asks as we stand at the start of the path.
"Set." I say.
"GO," we both say at once, taking off. I manage to overtake him after a couple of turns. My breath is ragged, and my teeth bared. He's not winning.
I come to the house first, and pump a fist into the air, leaning against a column on the porch. Checking my watch, it's about five in the morning. Once I look up, Shang is already there, leaning against the column opposite me.
"Wanna spar?" I ask, heading inside. His brows furrow quizzically, but he follows me into the basement where the Arendelle's had mats set out for Anna, and me when I visited.
As soon as he stepped onto the mats, I lashed out with a kick and sent him reeling. He punched out and we continued. He knew almost as much as me, and, admittedly, beat me a couple of times. Until we wrestled, though, I was in the lead.
In the middle of our sixth match, he ducked under my lunch and grabbed my legs, pulling me to the ground. He managed to catch my arms in a pin, and I pulled back and launched my head against his.
Our lips almost touched.
Our lips almost frigging touched.
My face turned red and his did too. We both stumbled to our feet, and I murmured something about showering, and he did too. We lurched up the stairs, almost running into one another a couple of times. My thoughts wheeled around 2 topics.
Thank god he was wearing a shirt during our wrestling.
I wish we had kissed.
At the second, my head shot up from the ground while I stepped into the shower. What the heck am I thinking with that?Belle POV
I go downstairs after getting dressed in a lacy white shirt and yellow skirt, doing my hair up in a slight bun bound with a gold band. My head is buried in my newest book, Scarlet. It's amazing. The idea of Robin Hood having a woman in his ranks that's as powerful as her? Amazing.
Walking down the stairs, I run into Adam at the bottom.
"Sorry." I say, putting my book down and blushing slightly. He does too, before muttering quietly.
"Hey, Belle?"
"Huh?" I say, moving into the kitchen. He follows me.
"I wondered if you wanted to, you know. Goonadate." He says, the last words soft and hurried, and I catch them. Red, I reply.
"I'd love to." I can't see myself, but I know that I'm smiling.
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I don't tell anyone but Mulan about the date, but I'm not sure if she was entirely aware. She told me about what happened to her too, and I almost laughed. Almost. She was just so... Stunned, though. Surprised. I have to admit, she would be pretty cute with Shang. I can already see it, they argue so much. Hatred just makes the heart grow fonder. And fondness, too. Fondness makes the heart grow fonder as well.
School had just gotten out, and Adam caught me in the library. I had a stack of books, and burned red. I hadn't meant to get this many, only, well, a lot. We walked to my locker, and I put them away before we left the school. He took my hand, and we walked to the ice cream shop, me pale pink the whole way.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Chocolate." I said in a soft voice, perhaps a bit timidly. My fathers a bit eccentric. So, that's not a very good way to get guys to go on dates with me. Rather, he uses it to keep them away from me.
"Chocolate and Rocky road." He said, and paid. I protested, but he insisted.
We sat at a table away from the door, and I almost choked on my ice cream.
"Move to the side." I said, scooting away from the aisle. Adam looked at me quizzically, but did.
"Why are we doing this?" He asks, looking like he's going to laugh. I blush.
"Elsa and Jack came in, I don't want them to see us." I say in a soft voice, eating ice cream. Adam nods in agreement, and they don't see us, thankfully.
Our, well, date lasted a while. I think we left before Jack and Elsa, though, since we got back to the house way before them. I wish that we had stayed longer, though. It was just so much... Fun. That's, well, not it. We're going out again later. I can't believe my luck.AN: next chapter up on Next posting date, or at sixty votes, or when I have twenty followers. So tell people. :)
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