Hey guys, i know, one day... but in history during some free time, i felt the need to plan the chapter- and i wouldn't want to lose it either. l, i've been bet to do an British accent for the next two days irl, so don't worry about this. Anyway to the story! Pip pip cheerio, jk jk. I love y'all accents, man.
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Chapter 3-Understanding the Chocolate Man
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I woke up the next day, a cu[cake wrapper and glass placed on a white plate at my bedside table. I yawned and rolled out of my California King bed, hearing some lady on the plasma 72" inch flat screen TV in my room, "OH! Burn Bitch!" I giggled lightly, happy that usually-almost always- i woke up happy. i skipped to the en suite, picked some clothes, and walked to my shower to lather in the perfect scent of vanilla, relaxing all tension in my muscles. I was just starting to drown, falling asleep, when my phone vibrated- along with a tune of "Stacy's mom" to it. I hopped out, wrapping the towel around my body, and skipped out to my giant blue and purple room. My hair was still a little wet, though, making my usually natural blond hair a light shade of brown. I slipped into the pink strapless dress, buckled the black belt where indicated, pulled on my black long socks, which met mid thigh, and my high top converse shoes. I also quickly put my black beanie on my head, clasping a necklace, which had my family ring on it (lightning and water symbols). (I don't know whether to use pink or black shoes-make up something. LOL, just not ratchet.) I had bought this outfit not too long ago with Andy at the mall a little out of town(AGAIN I AM NOT TELLING YOU WHERE I AM IN TEXAS- I DON'T NEED NO STALKERS). I grabbed my binder, fully charged iPhone-I put it into the shorts i wore under my dress- and made sure the twenties i had slipped in yesterday were still there. YEP! I smiled and just stood for a while, think-
"Taylor, sweetie. I have a cinnamon roll an full English breakfast for you!!" Sonya yelled from the bottom of the second flight of stairs. I ran down, towards the dining room on the main floor(1st) and was met by...
"Chocolate Man," I yelled, or screamed, backing away slightly. Why was i scared?
"Vanilla Girl," he chuckled. How did he know about vanilla, only Sonya...SONYA! "Good morning to you, too." The faint accent he had- a mix between French and British, mostly British- tore me -not out- but into his grasp. I sat on a stool at the breakfast counter across from him, noticing two plates of bacon, eggs, and biscuits on red plates, along with a medium-twice the size of a doorknob, or three- sized cinnamon roll on a plate big enough to hold it, beside it a crystal glass filled with orange juice. "So are you ready to get to school?" He had finished eating while i took in the delicious food. I shook my head, noticing we only had a little less than half an hour to head to school. I demolished the food, but still had a roll in my hands. I realised i was drooling, not literally, but it was mouth watering. Then i remembered something, but also forgotten.
"Why are you in my house, and how did you know where I lived, you stalker?" He chuckled again, and for the first time, i notice his dimples.
"Cody, your ex-boyfriend."I nodded. "Do you always act so...intimate... with him?"I shook my head.
"Inquisitive, aren't you? That wasn't intimate, it's a greeting he uses with people, well, should i say girls, he knows." He noted the emphasis of me saying 'knows.' "Shall we?"
"We shall, Miss Davis. To my black spider Ferrari," he yelled in a suddenly strong British accent. I giggled a bit. DAMN! "Was that a giggle?" I just ignored him climbing in...
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I hopped out of the guys black Ferrari, feeling level ground. I started to the entrance, heading to my locker, but was stopped by arms going around my waist. "Hey, Tayle." I nodded, turned around, and playfully pushed his chest. "Wassup?"
"Nothin' much. I just have to go to my locker to gather some things and organize. But, i'll, uh, catch you later?" HE nodded and i started to my original destination. Once there, i grabbed the calculus notebook and my binder, but for some reason, stood there like an idiot. I was about to go looking for Andy, but there was the gorgeous man.
"London bridges falling-" He noticed me. SHIT! "OH, hey, vanilla ice." He smirked, his accent very clear.
"London bridges, huh? And when did i become Vanilla Ice?" HE smirked even more, finally letting his dimples break loose.
"Well, i did come from London a while back. And that was a popular song, but anyway, you love vanilla, yet have a heart of ice." His accent didn't die down.
"What's up with your accent, it mixes with French and the British and gets weak and strong." I was intent.
"OH, my accent....Well, i am part French, but most of my blood flows from Great Brittania. Anyway, my accent dies when i'm really bored, not really listening, or in the mornings-early mornings. But it usually gets louder." I grinned, as did he. The bell rand, then, the chime ringing in our ears. "How about we just blow this popsicle stand and head out." He smiled wider. I nodded.
"Who says popsicle stand anymore?" His smile faded.
"I saw it on TV once, they said it. But then again, they were kids. Silly me, well get a move on." I smiled and walked behind him, having to turn in the process. "What are you-" I hopped on his back.
"Carry me, peasant." And he did, playing horsey-occasionaly stopping, galloping, and such until we stopped at the familiar Ferrari. IT blended in well, since a third of the parking lot was filled with expensive cars. "So where to, my kind sir?" I said, trying a British accent as i buckled my seatbelt.
"To a place unknown, my queen." He smirked, and then we were off.
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a/n: Hey yep here are some answers to questions u might be asking.
1) IS Tayle a nickname?
In this story, pretty much. I just like it better than a regular Tail, or Tale, or something like that.
2)IS Ethan British or French or what?
Sorry if i said something like him being something else before, but...I'm intrigued with England and PAris.
3)Do one of them like each other.
Flat out-NO! ^o^
4)Where or when can we ask questions?
In the comments, or message me. I answer anything-now my pretties go back to the story...
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Ethan and i sat on his car bonnet, glancing at the clouds, pointing out shapes, and handing me a beer every once in a while. He didn't get drunk easily. "Mermaid," he said.
"Neptune." He gave me a quizzical look, which he almost immediately took back.
"Chocolate." It was my turn.
"You can't identify chocolate in a cloud?"
"Who said it was a cloud?" He handed me Ghiradeli. YUMMM! "Your welcome," he chuckled.
"Thank you so very much." I opened the wrapper, revealing a white and red swirled candy. "Peppermint?"
He nodded, "Yep. With an extra ingredient." I tasted it, feeling bursts of cinnamon and vanilla.
"Oh, my God. Cinnamon and vanilla? Vanilla, ohh." I moaned. IT tasted sooo good. Not just good, but...how should i put this, like tasting the perfect life ever? I don't know, but it was delightful.
"Secrets...shh." He touched my lips, removing a piece of peppermint and lip gloss from the corner of my mouth and ate it. "Really good, isn't it." I laughed.
"You are very weird. Very much so." He chuckled at my coment. The sun began to set, and i noticed we'd been out for over twelve hourse. "We wasted so much time on clouds."
"Yes, very much." He mocked.
"I want to know more about you." I said. He grinned like crazy.
"Fine, then. But for a kiss." I measured chances and went with it. It wasn't like something bad, it was a greeting in most cases. "Okay, then. My name is Ethan Bello, i am seventeen, and i am part French and rest British. I grew up in England, and met ONe Direction-best buddies in fact." He glanced at my wide eyes. "Not really," he chuckled, the dimples plastered on his face. "Well, i actually have met Cher Lloyd, though. Anyway, my mother is single, my dad dying in a...accident. And i have no siblings, having the one die also. I have never been in love but i know what it is like. Don't ask. My birthday is December 25th. Also, i have moved here to start over, and my eyes have recently changed color, once being an icy blue color. Just kidding," he chuckled.
"IS that it?" HE nodded.
"Your turn." I nodded. "As in your biography."
"Fine. I am Taylor Elizabeth Davis, age sixteen. I am born on Feburary 14th, so my birthday is only two weeks away, it being only the day before Feburary begins. I am a small part British and very much European. That is how i gain my blond hair and beautiful eyes. Anyway, i grew up in Europe and moved here when i was around ten. Both my parents are alive, but they neglect me, along with my sister who is currently married. My favorite color is pretty much the rainbow, and i love to shop, read, or something that catches my attentio. I have also never beenin love, but i have dated only three guys in my lifetime. I am an aquarius born with the birthstone of an amethyst, which is oh so lovely. I am very popular and i am also very smart. As you are, too, i'm sure." He nodded.
"Introductions are over, time to do something real fun. You in?" I hop of the bonnet.
"Ready as you are, Captain Crunch." HE chuckled a bit.
"Captain Crunch? Really?" He shook his head and got into the driver seat, starting the engine. We drove off and there we went to the most beautiful place ever.
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~End~
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Yep, so all my work is unedited and stuff. Yes she didn't cuss a lot. Sure, they kinda had a lovey-dovey momento. And Yes, i will update. Don't hesitate to sask questions. OOH, im thinking about the cast,, CAST!