From Vienna, With Love.
Dedicated to all of my delightful fans!
Love, Ariel.
Reira was only seventeen, but there were few things that she was sure she knew about the world.
The sun is the great giant ball of flames that the world circles around and regardless how people keep saying that ‘love makes the world go round’ but it’s actually the magic of a small piece of paper called money.
Second of all, chocolate was probably the greatest thing ever discovered by mankind after sliced bread (or was it the other way around?). There not had been a day that passed by when she was not imagining she had a lifetime supply of chocolate hidden in her closet, away from her little brothers sticky fat fingers.
Third of all: crazy people were supposed to be locked up in mental institutions. But Archer Jordan was free and walking around and no one seems to care. She rolled her eyes as he made his way to her, attempted to do a cartwheel, failed and while he lay on the floor, began laughing like an idiot.
Archer Jordan had been in her circle of friends for years now and she had always had this on and off thing with him. Not as lover-relationship-wise of course, God no, but for some reason they had not exactly been the best of friends even though they had known each other their lifetime. But just like every other love hate relationship, they both had their moments and remained friends for the sake of those moments. Like the time Archer pulled Reira from the pool and the time Arch’s dad died and she went up and sat with him all day on his bed after the funeral. She even hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him to be strong. Either never talked about the day or acknowledge it even happened but, that sort of relationship just worked you know?
They were just polar opposites and the reason why they were friends in the first place was because they both live in a tight knit community where everybody knew everybody plus the fact that they both friends with Alana and Hendrix. Reira was the prep school girl without the actual prep school and Archer lived for his music and eccentricity.
Those two can go at it over nothing; once, concerning the curtain color at Alana’s bedroom. But usually the fight will break out almost immediately; Archer was never the one that like to draw out a fight. He was more laid back, though he can be on sugar rush when he felt like it. In short, Archer Jordan had a very unique personality, a lot of it too – and all of it seemed to push Reira’s buttons, no matter which one he had on at a particular time.
“Where’s Rick?” Archer got up and brushed his shirt and pants of dried grass. Reira shrugged. “Are you thinking of what I’m thinking?” he suddenly dropped his voice down into a whisper, winked, grinned deviously and motioned Reira to come closer.
“God please, no. I rather not know what you’re thinking.” Hearing that, Archer chuckled.
“I’m not a pervert Rei, but again, it’s about time both of them got together. It’s been months.” Rei said nothing to that. It was a little known fact that their best friends, Alana and Hendrix too, had this on and off relationship. And unlike hers and Archer’s, Alana’s and Rick’s attraction was love. The chemistry was the sort of thing that blows up labs when it ran strong, but as bright and hot when it burn, it was also short and disappeared quickly as it came. And the process was repetitive too, lapses once every two months max.
Rei and Archer all rode with Rick for school and now, it was three thirty and kids were returning home, filling out the school yard with no Rick and Alana to be seen. “Let’s just wait a bit, maybe they’re around here still.” Archer shrugged and flopped down of the grass, humming to a tune.
