Past, Present, Future Ch.2
Posted: Thu Dec 23, 2004 2:03 am
Ch. 2 is here.... Yeah, i have this one FF.Net already. Just 1-4 though... 5 is freakikng long and still growing!
Hilde strolled into the living room, placing a fist on her hip while she glanced at the speeding ticket, her frown deepening slightly and her eyes narrowing.
?So what?s this?? She got no response from her older daughter and it made her snort. ?Orla Cahira Maxwell! Look at me!? Orla rolled her eyes and grudgingly, looking lazy in the process, turned her head to eye her mother flatly. ?Now how did you get a speeding ticket young lady?!?
?Because I was speeding, duh.? Orla snorted and rolled her eyes, turning back to look at the TV. Of course, this helped Hilde?s temper none and she had to count to ten before she spoke again.
?Orla, look at me.? Hilde?s voice was firm and demanding, one of the few tones that Orla didn?t ignore. Slowly those blue-violet eyes turned to look back at Hilde again. ?Now what has gotten you acting even grumpier than normal? And don?t say that you had a bad day because you little sister, if you didn?t notice, is in that kitchen crying because she can?t see!? Orla glanced towards the kitchen and seemed to ignore Hilde, keeping her eyes on the raven-haired woman, but not responding. She removed her ponytail deftly and ran a hand through her hair, looping her elastic around her wrist in one deft motion. She appeared to be thinking and slowly started to tell her dearest mother about her simply wonderful day.
?Well let me see?it all started out with Adriano ignoring me! Dead out ignoring ME! And then the pippy little cheerleaders showed up! Those stupid fucking blondes?? Orla ignored the glare she got for her use of language and continued, ?I told them Adriano had a brother who looked twice as good as Adriano and, naturally, the brainless zilches believed me and were probably at practice after school. Of course, I wouldn?t know because that idiotic teacher, Mrs. Ingram, gave me TRIPLE detention just for telling her not to use my full name, which she has no fucking right to do! And at lunch, I couldn?t find Kil to come to lunch with me! And Mick didn?t want to talk! I spent the entire lunch hour and third period watching a stupid audition in town!?
?Did you skip your third period class Orla?!?
?No! My third period class was cancelled today; thank you very much for trusting me! I came in a little late for Mrs. Ingram?s class. And then Mr. Schott gave us a quiz today and spent the entire time breathing down my neck! I missed my practice, and we have a game next week, and then in my hurry to get home I got fucking pulled over and the damned cop gave me that damned, bloody, burnable thing!? She gestured wildly at the speeding ticket, which Hilde still held. The woman had never moved from her spot and Orla was still looking at her mother by the time she had finished.
?Are you quite done ranting yet dear?? Orla just snorted, snarling at the use of one of her most hated little names that mothers always seemed to use against there children. Orla turned her eyes back to the TV and Hilde soon sat beside her, putting an arm across the young woman?s shoulders. ?Now, what can we do to remedy this??
?Pay the ticket, kill Ingram and Schott, and tackle all of the cheerleading squad.? Orla?s voice was spoken venom and her eyes were ablaze, but Hilde could also see the hurt, most likely from Adriano ignoring her.
?And what should we do about Adriano??
?Shoot the back-stabbing bastard.? Hilde shook her head and smiled slightly.
?You know you could never do that Orla. Why don?t you call him??
?I?d much rather not. I?ll let him suffer.? Though I would like to know if the cheerleaders were at practice?
?Well too bad. A mother knows best and you?re going to phone Adriano.? Hilde got up and snatched the phone off the hook, tossing it at Orla, who caught it deftly and sighed softly as she stared down at the keys. She laughed softly as she pressed speed-dial 4, which was set to Adriano?s number. It rang and, as it hit the fourth ring, Orla almost hung up when Adriano?s all too familiar voice reached her ear.
?Adriano Beltran speaking.? Orla couldn?t stop a smile as she heard that always so supportive voice, and caught the soft accent she had come to love as much as the man who uttered it.
?Hey Adriano.? Her voice was rather soft, but her boyfriend had heard her.
?Orla! Where were you at practice?! Those cheerleaders were there, they mentioned something about a guy named Alonzo.? Orla giggled softly, but shook her head.
?I have a question for you to answer before I answer your question hun. Why did you ignore me this morning?? There was soft hurt lacing her voice and, on the other end, Adriano cringed slightly.
?I am so sorry baby! I didn?t mean to! I really didn?t! Forgive me! Please!? Orla laughed, softly at first, but it quickly grew to hysterical laughter. ?What?s so funny??
?I?ve just?it?s always so amusing when you beg for your life.? She giggled, a rarity for Orla, and made a kissing sound into the phone, but quickly she was serious again. ?But you didn?t answer my question, why were you ignoring me?? Her voice had hardened slightly, but Adriano could still hear and sense the hurt.
?I?m sorry babe!?
?Answer the question and quit with the pet names Adriano, spill.? Orla glared into the phone and it seemed as though Adriano could almost see her cool blue-violet eyes as he audibly gulped and his voice stuttered slightly.
?It?s just that?that?I was worrying about?you know?that play I gotta do??
?And why were you worrying about that??
?You know perfectly well why! I was only put in it because they thought I could play the part perfectly! Despite being a football player and such, it got me very unpopular among all the drama goers that had wanted the part??
?And image means more to you than anything else, right?? Orla voice was cool, so cool that it made Adriano shiver.
?Yes! I mean no! I mean?? Adriano fell silent and Orla could just picture him staring at the ground, kicking at an invisible rock with those shining black eyes plain and looking both scared and hurt. But she shoved that image out of her mind, since that look had always softened her up before. Wasn?t that how he had got her to go out with him for the first time? She sighed softly at the nostalgia, but quickly composed herself again.
?Speak like the man you are, Adriano, I?m afraid I can?t understand contradiction.? Orla almost cringed at her own voice, since when was she so cold to Adriano? Even when he had accidentally touched that cheerleader?s butt (which she had thought was done on purpose) she hadn?t been this cool.
?I?m sorry Orla, I really am, but it?s not just status I worry about. Jeez, even if I were the lowest of the low I would worry about this play. I don?t much like the part and opening night is in three weeks. Not only that, but my costume is one I?d rather not be wearing in front of an audience??
?Since WHEN are you self-conscious, Mr. I?m-Going-To-Practice-My-Tackle-Without-A-Shirt-On-While-The-Cheerleaders-Are-Around?!? Even Hilde cringed at the tone of Orla?s voice.
?It?s just?ah?well?ah?don?t hurt me?? Orla huffed and glared into the phone again and she knew that, once more, he had that beaten puppy look on his face. Orla looked at her mom, cupping a hand over the speaker end of the phone.
?What do I do mum? I know he?s got that little beaten puppy look on??
?Do what you feel is right dear. I?m going to go back to your sister.? Orla watched her mother retreat back to the kitchen. Orla sighed softly and removed her hand from over the phone.
?I won?t hurt you Adriano. It was just?having you blatantly ignore is rather?well?hurtful. I know I?m acting rather childish, but we?ve been together for so long and?well?I guess I?m sorry for blowing up at you Adriano.? Orla had finally softened and blown off all her steam.
?I?m sorry too hun, forgive me??
?Forgiven Addy, forgiven.? Orla smiled sweetly and wished she were able to give him a big hug and kiss to make up for everything she had said. ?Oh! And about the cheerleaders and ?Alonzo?, I sort of?told the cheerleaders you had a super sexy brother named Alonzo that was coming to watch the practice and I guess they believed me. And if they laid so much as a finger on you I?ll kill them all!? It was now Adriano?s turn to at least chuckle, wishing he could hug Orla as he did so.
?So protective, hey Orla? I thought it was supposed to be the guys that were the jealous types??
?It is perfectly legal for me to be possessive over my goods.?
?Your goods?? Orla just snorted into the phone, glaring daggers at her mother as the woman gave a little snicker.
?Yes, my goods. I?m your goods; you?re my goods, fair enough. Now, did those goody-goody cheerleaders touch you? Cause if they did they?re going to have a hard time seeing a brick wall when I get through with them!? She brandished a fist that Adriano couldn?t see, and yet the young man had a suspicion.
?Only the one laid a finger on me and that was that red-head, Ginger is it??
?Oh that bouncing little whore! She?s been after you ever since you came to the bloody school! I?ll crush her into a fine powder and sprinkle her in coach?s coffee!? Orla realized only then that she was on her feet, hands bunched into fists and chest heaving with rage.
?Orla! Settle down! Please sweetheart, just settle down. There?s better ways to deal with them that don?t involve endangering coach. Count to ten love, count to ten.? Orla silently counted backwards from ten and sat back down, glancing at Hilde briefly.
?Okay, I?m fine now.? She paused for a moment, allowing silence to take over briefly. ?Hey, Adriano??
?Yes???
?Do you think you can come over here? I could really use some company.?
?Of course, unless your mother has something to say about.?
?Oh no, she?s fine with it.? Orla gave her mother a daring look, which Hilde waved to the side and shook her head at, smiling mildly before waving the speeding ticket, which Orla would pay tomorrow at lunch hour.
?Okay then, I?ll be over in about ten minutes, how?s that sound??
?Just fine babe. X?s and O?s. Peace out.? Orla made a peace sign, despite the fact Adriano couldn?t see it, and hung up the phone, leaning back against the couch and sighing softly. ?I?m feeling better already.? Hilde sighed softly, shaking her head.
?Why do you even need me? No matter how you feel, a short talk with young Mr. Beltran always gets you back to normal. If it were me trying, it?d take me probably a few hours never mind a few moments.? Orla just grinned, shaking her head softly.
?You just don?t have the right touch mum.? Orla winked and stood up, running her hand through her hair again. ?Well, I?m going to go change. I know Adriano sees me like this everyday, but I should make it up to him for being so rude behind his back.? Orla smirked and hurried to her room, the door closing sharply behind her.
About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door and as Hilde went to answer it, rising from her seat in the kitchen, Orla called from her room.
?I?ll get it!? Orla came flying around the corner and all but flung the door open, barely taking a moment to recognize the visitor as Adriano before pulling him into a big bear hug, kissing his cheek with a grin before dragging him into the house. ?I?m so glad you came Addy!? She hugged his arm, not quite like a lovesick cheerleader, but probably not far from it, and led him to the living room, pausing briefly at the kitchen entranceway to have a quick look at her sister, Adriano only sparing Isa and Oneil a quick glance, silent nod, and a mild grunt of hello before he was once more dragged off.
?Slow down Orla! You?re acting like a giddy school girl!? He pulled her to a stop, chuckling as she tilted her head to the side in one of the cutest expressions of curiosity. ?And you?re dressed like, well, somebody trying to catch a few eyes.? Orla grinned, moving to stand beside Adriano rather than before him. He had noticed her clothes, just as she had wanted. This was probably when of the outfits her mother disapproved of the most. Orla, one that didn?t hesitate to flaunt herself every now and then, was wearing a black tube-top that said, in bright pink lettering, ?Gone Fishing? and had a small picture of a maniacal looking girl holding a fishing rod with a picture of a girl in a bikini on the hook. She had changed into a plaid skirt that hung off her hips and reached a little past half way down her thigh. Since she was at home, she wasn?t wearing any shoes or socks, showing the black nail polish she wore half the time.
?I only want to catch one pair of eyes, and I know they?re always on me, or had better be.? The last statement was spoken in a low growl while her eyes narrowed at the young Spanish man.
?Never do they look in interest at another girl.? He placed his free hand to his heart, eyes sparkling with laughter as he looked down at Orla.
?They had better not.? Orla growled her threat before pulling Adriano?s head down into a rather quick little kiss. ?I?m sorry Addy.?
?For what sweetheart??
?Well?after you ignored me I was just so mad?I was kinda being a bit of a bitch about it?? She lowered her gaze, her voice getting quieter as she spoke until it finally faded completely. Adriano just chortled softly and hugged her tightly, keeping a smile on his dark features.
?It?s okay Orla, I understand. I probably would?ve taken it badly if you had quite blatantly ignored me, it?s perfectly understandable.?
?Really?? Orla gave him that adorable look of curiosity once more.
?Really.? Orla put on a huge grin and leaned her head against Adriano?s shoulder, allowing him to move her along to the couch to sit. Once seated, Orla shifted a little bit and laughed softly as Adriano moved her hair from out of his face before brushing his own thick black hair from his eyes. ?Just out of curiosity Orla, what happened to your sister?? Orla just shrugged softly, glancing towards the kitchen briefly.
?I?m not really sure, but I haven?t been bothered to ask either.?
?Are you being lazy again Orla?? Adriano gave her a knowing look, a grin spread across his lips.
?What do you mean, again? Do I ever stop?? Orla just smirked at the rather taken aback expression that came across her boyfriend?s face and then laughed softly, looking at the TV, which was currently playing last week?s big football game for those poor suckers who had missed it on Sunday. Orla had spent last Sunday with Adriano, watching the game of course. She was always looking for useful plays and such, and yelling at the players when they screwed up even though they couldn?t hear her. Naturally, Adriano would just sit back and chuckle, shaking his head and pulling Orla back into her seat every now and then.
?I?m not going to answer because either way I know I?m going to get a smack.?
?Smart boy, good boy.? Orla patted Adriano?s head, petting his hair like she would a dog that had just fetched her slippers. She stopped and leaned forward to grab the remote, turning the TV off with a soft snort.
?What? No scratch behind the ears?? Orla gave Adriano a short glare, ruined by the fact that laughter licked at the attempt of fire. Orla sighed and shook her head, unable to suppress a giggle and, rather than giving him a scratch behind the ear, she kissed his ear and hugged him.
?I don?t scratch?? Her voice was rather smug and Adriano just chuckled, shaking his head softly and catching a glimpse of the tattoo that spread across her back. But, as usual, he ignored such things. This was Orla, tough girl extraordinaire and rebel to the end?
Hilde strolled into the living room, placing a fist on her hip while she glanced at the speeding ticket, her frown deepening slightly and her eyes narrowing.
?So what?s this?? She got no response from her older daughter and it made her snort. ?Orla Cahira Maxwell! Look at me!? Orla rolled her eyes and grudgingly, looking lazy in the process, turned her head to eye her mother flatly. ?Now how did you get a speeding ticket young lady?!?
?Because I was speeding, duh.? Orla snorted and rolled her eyes, turning back to look at the TV. Of course, this helped Hilde?s temper none and she had to count to ten before she spoke again.
?Orla, look at me.? Hilde?s voice was firm and demanding, one of the few tones that Orla didn?t ignore. Slowly those blue-violet eyes turned to look back at Hilde again. ?Now what has gotten you acting even grumpier than normal? And don?t say that you had a bad day because you little sister, if you didn?t notice, is in that kitchen crying because she can?t see!? Orla glanced towards the kitchen and seemed to ignore Hilde, keeping her eyes on the raven-haired woman, but not responding. She removed her ponytail deftly and ran a hand through her hair, looping her elastic around her wrist in one deft motion. She appeared to be thinking and slowly started to tell her dearest mother about her simply wonderful day.
?Well let me see?it all started out with Adriano ignoring me! Dead out ignoring ME! And then the pippy little cheerleaders showed up! Those stupid fucking blondes?? Orla ignored the glare she got for her use of language and continued, ?I told them Adriano had a brother who looked twice as good as Adriano and, naturally, the brainless zilches believed me and were probably at practice after school. Of course, I wouldn?t know because that idiotic teacher, Mrs. Ingram, gave me TRIPLE detention just for telling her not to use my full name, which she has no fucking right to do! And at lunch, I couldn?t find Kil to come to lunch with me! And Mick didn?t want to talk! I spent the entire lunch hour and third period watching a stupid audition in town!?
?Did you skip your third period class Orla?!?
?No! My third period class was cancelled today; thank you very much for trusting me! I came in a little late for Mrs. Ingram?s class. And then Mr. Schott gave us a quiz today and spent the entire time breathing down my neck! I missed my practice, and we have a game next week, and then in my hurry to get home I got fucking pulled over and the damned cop gave me that damned, bloody, burnable thing!? She gestured wildly at the speeding ticket, which Hilde still held. The woman had never moved from her spot and Orla was still looking at her mother by the time she had finished.
?Are you quite done ranting yet dear?? Orla just snorted, snarling at the use of one of her most hated little names that mothers always seemed to use against there children. Orla turned her eyes back to the TV and Hilde soon sat beside her, putting an arm across the young woman?s shoulders. ?Now, what can we do to remedy this??
?Pay the ticket, kill Ingram and Schott, and tackle all of the cheerleading squad.? Orla?s voice was spoken venom and her eyes were ablaze, but Hilde could also see the hurt, most likely from Adriano ignoring her.
?And what should we do about Adriano??
?Shoot the back-stabbing bastard.? Hilde shook her head and smiled slightly.
?You know you could never do that Orla. Why don?t you call him??
?I?d much rather not. I?ll let him suffer.? Though I would like to know if the cheerleaders were at practice?
?Well too bad. A mother knows best and you?re going to phone Adriano.? Hilde got up and snatched the phone off the hook, tossing it at Orla, who caught it deftly and sighed softly as she stared down at the keys. She laughed softly as she pressed speed-dial 4, which was set to Adriano?s number. It rang and, as it hit the fourth ring, Orla almost hung up when Adriano?s all too familiar voice reached her ear.
?Adriano Beltran speaking.? Orla couldn?t stop a smile as she heard that always so supportive voice, and caught the soft accent she had come to love as much as the man who uttered it.
?Hey Adriano.? Her voice was rather soft, but her boyfriend had heard her.
?Orla! Where were you at practice?! Those cheerleaders were there, they mentioned something about a guy named Alonzo.? Orla giggled softly, but shook her head.
?I have a question for you to answer before I answer your question hun. Why did you ignore me this morning?? There was soft hurt lacing her voice and, on the other end, Adriano cringed slightly.
?I am so sorry baby! I didn?t mean to! I really didn?t! Forgive me! Please!? Orla laughed, softly at first, but it quickly grew to hysterical laughter. ?What?s so funny??
?I?ve just?it?s always so amusing when you beg for your life.? She giggled, a rarity for Orla, and made a kissing sound into the phone, but quickly she was serious again. ?But you didn?t answer my question, why were you ignoring me?? Her voice had hardened slightly, but Adriano could still hear and sense the hurt.
?I?m sorry babe!?
?Answer the question and quit with the pet names Adriano, spill.? Orla glared into the phone and it seemed as though Adriano could almost see her cool blue-violet eyes as he audibly gulped and his voice stuttered slightly.
?It?s just that?that?I was worrying about?you know?that play I gotta do??
?And why were you worrying about that??
?You know perfectly well why! I was only put in it because they thought I could play the part perfectly! Despite being a football player and such, it got me very unpopular among all the drama goers that had wanted the part??
?And image means more to you than anything else, right?? Orla voice was cool, so cool that it made Adriano shiver.
?Yes! I mean no! I mean?? Adriano fell silent and Orla could just picture him staring at the ground, kicking at an invisible rock with those shining black eyes plain and looking both scared and hurt. But she shoved that image out of her mind, since that look had always softened her up before. Wasn?t that how he had got her to go out with him for the first time? She sighed softly at the nostalgia, but quickly composed herself again.
?Speak like the man you are, Adriano, I?m afraid I can?t understand contradiction.? Orla almost cringed at her own voice, since when was she so cold to Adriano? Even when he had accidentally touched that cheerleader?s butt (which she had thought was done on purpose) she hadn?t been this cool.
?I?m sorry Orla, I really am, but it?s not just status I worry about. Jeez, even if I were the lowest of the low I would worry about this play. I don?t much like the part and opening night is in three weeks. Not only that, but my costume is one I?d rather not be wearing in front of an audience??
?Since WHEN are you self-conscious, Mr. I?m-Going-To-Practice-My-Tackle-Without-A-Shirt-On-While-The-Cheerleaders-Are-Around?!? Even Hilde cringed at the tone of Orla?s voice.
?It?s just?ah?well?ah?don?t hurt me?? Orla huffed and glared into the phone again and she knew that, once more, he had that beaten puppy look on his face. Orla looked at her mom, cupping a hand over the speaker end of the phone.
?What do I do mum? I know he?s got that little beaten puppy look on??
?Do what you feel is right dear. I?m going to go back to your sister.? Orla watched her mother retreat back to the kitchen. Orla sighed softly and removed her hand from over the phone.
?I won?t hurt you Adriano. It was just?having you blatantly ignore is rather?well?hurtful. I know I?m acting rather childish, but we?ve been together for so long and?well?I guess I?m sorry for blowing up at you Adriano.? Orla had finally softened and blown off all her steam.
?I?m sorry too hun, forgive me??
?Forgiven Addy, forgiven.? Orla smiled sweetly and wished she were able to give him a big hug and kiss to make up for everything she had said. ?Oh! And about the cheerleaders and ?Alonzo?, I sort of?told the cheerleaders you had a super sexy brother named Alonzo that was coming to watch the practice and I guess they believed me. And if they laid so much as a finger on you I?ll kill them all!? It was now Adriano?s turn to at least chuckle, wishing he could hug Orla as he did so.
?So protective, hey Orla? I thought it was supposed to be the guys that were the jealous types??
?It is perfectly legal for me to be possessive over my goods.?
?Your goods?? Orla just snorted into the phone, glaring daggers at her mother as the woman gave a little snicker.
?Yes, my goods. I?m your goods; you?re my goods, fair enough. Now, did those goody-goody cheerleaders touch you? Cause if they did they?re going to have a hard time seeing a brick wall when I get through with them!? She brandished a fist that Adriano couldn?t see, and yet the young man had a suspicion.
?Only the one laid a finger on me and that was that red-head, Ginger is it??
?Oh that bouncing little whore! She?s been after you ever since you came to the bloody school! I?ll crush her into a fine powder and sprinkle her in coach?s coffee!? Orla realized only then that she was on her feet, hands bunched into fists and chest heaving with rage.
?Orla! Settle down! Please sweetheart, just settle down. There?s better ways to deal with them that don?t involve endangering coach. Count to ten love, count to ten.? Orla silently counted backwards from ten and sat back down, glancing at Hilde briefly.
?Okay, I?m fine now.? She paused for a moment, allowing silence to take over briefly. ?Hey, Adriano??
?Yes???
?Do you think you can come over here? I could really use some company.?
?Of course, unless your mother has something to say about.?
?Oh no, she?s fine with it.? Orla gave her mother a daring look, which Hilde waved to the side and shook her head at, smiling mildly before waving the speeding ticket, which Orla would pay tomorrow at lunch hour.
?Okay then, I?ll be over in about ten minutes, how?s that sound??
?Just fine babe. X?s and O?s. Peace out.? Orla made a peace sign, despite the fact Adriano couldn?t see it, and hung up the phone, leaning back against the couch and sighing softly. ?I?m feeling better already.? Hilde sighed softly, shaking her head.
?Why do you even need me? No matter how you feel, a short talk with young Mr. Beltran always gets you back to normal. If it were me trying, it?d take me probably a few hours never mind a few moments.? Orla just grinned, shaking her head softly.
?You just don?t have the right touch mum.? Orla winked and stood up, running her hand through her hair again. ?Well, I?m going to go change. I know Adriano sees me like this everyday, but I should make it up to him for being so rude behind his back.? Orla smirked and hurried to her room, the door closing sharply behind her.
About ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door and as Hilde went to answer it, rising from her seat in the kitchen, Orla called from her room.
?I?ll get it!? Orla came flying around the corner and all but flung the door open, barely taking a moment to recognize the visitor as Adriano before pulling him into a big bear hug, kissing his cheek with a grin before dragging him into the house. ?I?m so glad you came Addy!? She hugged his arm, not quite like a lovesick cheerleader, but probably not far from it, and led him to the living room, pausing briefly at the kitchen entranceway to have a quick look at her sister, Adriano only sparing Isa and Oneil a quick glance, silent nod, and a mild grunt of hello before he was once more dragged off.
?Slow down Orla! You?re acting like a giddy school girl!? He pulled her to a stop, chuckling as she tilted her head to the side in one of the cutest expressions of curiosity. ?And you?re dressed like, well, somebody trying to catch a few eyes.? Orla grinned, moving to stand beside Adriano rather than before him. He had noticed her clothes, just as she had wanted. This was probably when of the outfits her mother disapproved of the most. Orla, one that didn?t hesitate to flaunt herself every now and then, was wearing a black tube-top that said, in bright pink lettering, ?Gone Fishing? and had a small picture of a maniacal looking girl holding a fishing rod with a picture of a girl in a bikini on the hook. She had changed into a plaid skirt that hung off her hips and reached a little past half way down her thigh. Since she was at home, she wasn?t wearing any shoes or socks, showing the black nail polish she wore half the time.
?I only want to catch one pair of eyes, and I know they?re always on me, or had better be.? The last statement was spoken in a low growl while her eyes narrowed at the young Spanish man.
?Never do they look in interest at another girl.? He placed his free hand to his heart, eyes sparkling with laughter as he looked down at Orla.
?They had better not.? Orla growled her threat before pulling Adriano?s head down into a rather quick little kiss. ?I?m sorry Addy.?
?For what sweetheart??
?Well?after you ignored me I was just so mad?I was kinda being a bit of a bitch about it?? She lowered her gaze, her voice getting quieter as she spoke until it finally faded completely. Adriano just chortled softly and hugged her tightly, keeping a smile on his dark features.
?It?s okay Orla, I understand. I probably would?ve taken it badly if you had quite blatantly ignored me, it?s perfectly understandable.?
?Really?? Orla gave him that adorable look of curiosity once more.
?Really.? Orla put on a huge grin and leaned her head against Adriano?s shoulder, allowing him to move her along to the couch to sit. Once seated, Orla shifted a little bit and laughed softly as Adriano moved her hair from out of his face before brushing his own thick black hair from his eyes. ?Just out of curiosity Orla, what happened to your sister?? Orla just shrugged softly, glancing towards the kitchen briefly.
?I?m not really sure, but I haven?t been bothered to ask either.?
?Are you being lazy again Orla?? Adriano gave her a knowing look, a grin spread across his lips.
?What do you mean, again? Do I ever stop?? Orla just smirked at the rather taken aback expression that came across her boyfriend?s face and then laughed softly, looking at the TV, which was currently playing last week?s big football game for those poor suckers who had missed it on Sunday. Orla had spent last Sunday with Adriano, watching the game of course. She was always looking for useful plays and such, and yelling at the players when they screwed up even though they couldn?t hear her. Naturally, Adriano would just sit back and chuckle, shaking his head and pulling Orla back into her seat every now and then.
?I?m not going to answer because either way I know I?m going to get a smack.?
?Smart boy, good boy.? Orla patted Adriano?s head, petting his hair like she would a dog that had just fetched her slippers. She stopped and leaned forward to grab the remote, turning the TV off with a soft snort.
?What? No scratch behind the ears?? Orla gave Adriano a short glare, ruined by the fact that laughter licked at the attempt of fire. Orla sighed and shook her head, unable to suppress a giggle and, rather than giving him a scratch behind the ear, she kissed his ear and hugged him.
?I don?t scratch?? Her voice was rather smug and Adriano just chuckled, shaking his head softly and catching a glimpse of the tattoo that spread across her back. But, as usual, he ignored such things. This was Orla, tough girl extraordinaire and rebel to the end?