Brawlii

I am now starting the second chapter of my part of the story. I am not yet sure as to how long this chapter will be. I may be able to see into the future, but there is some things the future prefers to keep a mystery.

Day 8:

Oivhure will enjoy what he sees soon enough. I am now taking a small glimpse into the future. I can see the beautiful Angile nude tanning on a beach in Greece with Hiyyeth watching her from afar. There is something else I can see that I do not like. I can see Oivhure looking into the past and seeing me seeing Angile in the future nude tanning with Hiyyeth watching. That is before he gets hurt. Oh dear, what shall I do with him. That eleven year old is quite the little pervert. I feel a little bad for even writing that, he is my brother, after all.

Oivhure has completely disregarded what I have told him about him getting hurt. He keeps looking back into Angile’s troubled past. He just doesn’t know when to give up. I just hope it doesn’t hurt them both more.

The more I look into Angile’s future, the more I take a liking to her. She seems very sweet on the inside, but she has an obvious hard layer on the outside. She is almost like an onion, layers upon layers. An analogy I stole off of the movie “Shrek”. I watched it a few times in the past week. I had nothing better to do. Except attend my dear mother’s parties.

My mother loves her elaborate parties. I swear she has five a week! Maybe a bit of an exaggeration. She has two a week. It feels like many. I am the best looking of her children, so I am the one showcased around. I don’t mind it too much. I am, after all, not shy at all. It just gets to be quite annoying. She just has to be perfect.

That’s enough about mother. The story isn’t about her, after all. What the story is really about, you, as the reader, should already know. I would find it hard to believe that you have skipped right over Angile’s section of the book and went to read my part first. Just as a reminder (even though it was only mere pages ago) I shall remind you of what this story is about.

At the end of the chapter.

Day 10:

I swear I skip more days than Angile does in her section! The honest truth is that the story doesn’t really pick up until Angile comes to Madrid, Spain. I am hoping she decides not to. If she comes to Spain, she will meet with Oivhure. I do not want that. Not at all. It would not be very good. I have been spending hours watching Oivhure watch into Angile’s past. I see everything an hour or so before he does. Seeing into the future has its advantages.

Day 13:

It is hard not skipping days, but really, you would be bored reading a whole bunch of nothing. Except today. Today, I have something to tell. If you get bored at reading this, then you should just close the book already.

I was taking a stroll around my beautiful city when I bumped into someone. Someone I didn’t very much want to see. It was Jikoppo Levvehd

Jikoppo wasn’t someone I hated or anything. He was 16 and had a big crush on me. He was decent looking, and he specialized in telekinesis. It was pretty cool, except he loved to show off for me. He was also one cocky son of a bitch. He wasn’t always that bad, but I had a feeling he was going to be quite irritating today. I was right.

“Hi Vet!” his nickname for me.

“Hi Kop!” mine for him.

“What are you up to?” he inquired.

“Oh just taking a walk around, trying to interest myself,” I replied with as much nonchalance as I could muster.

“Sounds interesting. Care if I join you?”

“I guess you could.”

We walked a few minutes in silence. I wondered what he was up to. His mother couldn’t be far. Mrs. Trirrerra loved to try to convince me to go on a date with Kop.

Mr. Levvehd had divorced Kop’s mom, Coppenha, and both had remarried. He kept his fathers last name. He didn’t much care for the name Trirrerra. He said there was too many rs. Which there was. Five rs in one name? Sheesh.

“Vet, can I talk to you about something?” he said very suddenly.

“Of course.”

“I will be 17 soon.”

“Yes, I am aware.” I didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“Good, good..”

“Is there something you mean to tell me?”

“Not tell you, but ask you.”

“Yes?”

“No. Not here. Meet me at that little garden off to the side of my house at 7 in the evening,” he was gone before I could say anything else.

When I got home I told my mother of the meeting.

“OH! He’s going to ask your hand in marriage! How wonderful! They are a very rich prosperous family that will bring ours even more esteem! The wedding will be absolutely darling, just dashing! We’ll have a big ice sculpture of you two..”

“Mother,” I cut her off, “I have yet to say that I will marry him.”

“Well of course you will dear! It’s all set!”

“Mother, I do not wish to marry him. He is good as a friend, but not as a husband.”

“Excuse me young lady but you will do as your told. You will marry Jikoppo Levvehd and that is that. Now, let us go to your room and find what you will wear tomorrow evening when you go to meet him,” she led me down the hall to my room. I had to say yes, what else could I do? Nothing, that was what else.

Day 14:

I didn’t have any time to spy on Crennik today. We ate breakfast and then my mom took me to the shops. She had decided last night that nothing I owned was suitable to be asked to be married in. She was going to give me a whole make over. One I didn’t want.

We went to many shops until she found a ruffled black skirt with a red silk blouse. She also bought a giant red rose to pin in my hair. Then she bought dangly black sequined earrings and a long cleavege necklace to match. She even went as far as to buy ten bangles for my wrists. Next we went to look for shoes. We found black tango shoes that went with the outfit perfectly. I spent a half hour learning how to walk in them properly.

Next we went to get my hair done. We went to a quaint little salon and got my hair done up fancy and fake nails put on. I started to feel akin to a ceramic doll. All the same, my mother was happy, so I was. She was really very excited. One thing was for certain, I would tell Kop yes, but I wouldn’t mean it. He just didn’t know that yet. Neither did my mother.

I was all dolled up and by the fountain at precisely seven pm. He was there, waiting. We sat and talked for a little while. Small talk really. Then he asked me to take a stroll about the garden. He put his hand in mine and we walked. Just as I convinced myself he really wasn’t going to ask, he led me to the center of the rose section.

“None of these roses do adequate justice to your beautiful countenance,” he told me as he got down on one knee and took my hand in his. I blushed greatly.

“Thank you,” I said a little shyly.

“My dearest Veqivette Joyulle. Vet. Oh Veqivette. Please, will you do me the honor of receiving my hand in marriage.”

“I will,” I said in my most gracious manner.

He slid the ring on my finger and lost me in my first kiss. It was nice, but not nearly what I expected. Not at all.