Young Love (A Fangle Love Story) (Sequel to True Love)

Past 15: The New Neighbor

"Who are you?" Mangle asked.

"Hmm...I won't tell you for now. But...if you can find me, I'll tell you who I am," the guy answered.

"How am I supposed to find you?" she asked in disbelief.

"We're studying in the same high school. Isn't that enough?"

"Same high school..Do you realize the number of students?! I need a hint!"

The guy laughed. "You're that curious?"

Mangle nodded. "Aren't you curious of my identity too?"

The guy scratched the back of his head with his hand. "Sort of."

It was a short silence until one of them spoke.

"Amerò sempre quella ragazza con i capelli rosa e gli occhi dorati."

"What?" Mangle asked in confusion.

The guy smirked. "That just now, was your hint. Find me. Once you do, I'll know who you are too."

Mangle smirked. "I will."

. . .

'Sh*t. What language was that?! I don't remember anything he told me! Something about roses?! What?!'

Mangle scratched her whole head, ruining her hair. "Just what in the world did he say?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

That night, one Mangle couldn't sleep a wink.

. . .

"Whoa...who are you?!" Bonbon asked.

"It's me...." Mangle groaned.

"Where were you last night Mangle?"

"At a bridge."

"What?" Bonbon asked in confusion.

"Huh? Oh...I went home. Foxy wasn't anywhere. That liar Bonnie," she said.

"Speak of the devil." Bonbon glared at the man passing by.

"Why...are you...giving me that look?" Bonnie asked with suspicions. "Last time you predicted my death with that look. Stop that."

"My prediction changed," Bonbon smirked.

"Huh?" Bonnie asked in a bored manner. "In what way?"

"Your death will be before first period if you don't explain to me...

Bonnie gulped.

...Why.Didn't.Foxy.Attend.The.Party?!"

"Calm down!! Don't kill me! Foxy really came!" Bonnie shielded his face with his arms.

Bonbon narrowed her eyes. "How did you know?"

"Ask the one who received a big black eye from him," Bonnie replied glumly.

"Where's Springtrap?" Bonbon  asked, her glare even more deadly. Mangle stepped back.

'Her predictions are always right,' Mangle and Bonnie's mind chorused.

"Hey!" 

'Uh-oh...he's dead,' Mangle and Bonnie's minds chorused again.

"Hey, trash," Bonbon greeted back.