Board Thread:Short Stories and Fanfictions/@comment-109.161.162.101-20191116154638/@comment-109.161.146.67-20191227191409

I did it! It's done! Yesssss! I'm am SO SO SO SO sorry for the wait. Writer's block has hit me HARD. But I did it, so here it is, and it's over. Just a short end, though kind of abrupt and I'm sorry for that. Here's my late Christmas present to those out there reading this.

Tam’s POV

Tam settled onto Biana’s bed, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bed. Biana sat at the opposite end.

“So…what’d you need?” His first words to her since a week ago were a lot more pessimistic and deflated than he’d intended and thought they would be.

Biana twined her fingers together. Her legs were crossed and her hair was braided and wet. The dress she wore was a lot simpler than her ususal extravagance, but it flattered her just the same—she could wear anything and rock it. “We’ll get there,” she stalled while keeping her eyes to the floor—but when Tam leaned further back onto the wall (and further away from her), she looked at him. “Hey.”  She shuffled over to him and took his hand. “How are things?”

Tam’s heart grew warm and soft, and his smile was too. Biana, just maybe, liked him for him, and cared about him. More than his parents ever did, or ever would. She wanted to know how he was! More than Sophie, or Marella, or anyone else besides Linh did.

Her pink lips curled upwards. “I like it when you smile. You look so happy.”

He felt his burning face inching towards hers against his will. Thankfully, she stopped him very smoothly by standing up in a swish of skirt resting her back against her desk, facing him. “Tam. Yesterday, my parents brought me to the matchmakers. And they…um, they aren’t exactly what I’m looking for. I think Sophie’s right.”

“About…?”

“Sophie doesn’t think the matchmakers have the right to decide who or who can’t be matched.”

“You don’t want to register,” he finished, realizing what she was saying.

Her posture was shameless but her face wasn't, so she ducked her chin and averted her eyes.

“You want to stay single forever and you brought me here to tell me that we shouldn’t ever see each other again.”

Biana's head whipped up in shock, and she blinked several times. “What? No! Of course not! I’m saying—” she held her hand up before he could keep guessing, “—that one: I’m going to be a bad match." She waited for him to nod. "And second, I think I might be ready to date someone.”

Tam couldn’t help but ask, “Have any ideas?”, and proceeded with wishing he could smack himself for hinting at that, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“Actually, yeah. Your sister might torment you forever.”

A couple seconds to process and...

“You want to date my sister?” he asked in disbelief, and she burst out laughing.

“You’re ridiculous, you know that? It’s you, nutbrain. If you’re open.”

“Oh! I…don’t think I’m occupied." Part of him screamed, “ABORT! ABORT!”, but the other part of him overruled it. "So. Um, sure?"

“That’s great!" Biana's cheeks bloomed rose. "I mean, uh, cool. I’m sure you have other stuff to do.”

“I’m free,” he tried, quickly adding after he grasped what that meant for her, “unless your busy, then of course I’ll go.” He stood up. “Y’knowwhatmaybeI’lljustgorightnow—”

“No! Er, if you are free, then I’m totally up for some more…Tam-time.” She did jazz hands while she said it, and the moments the words left her lips, her face tensed painfully. Lowering her hands, she inhaled deeply while biting her lip. Her panicked gaze softened when it met his.

“I’d like that.”

He could’ve sworn she was further away a second before, and they were both moving so slowly towards each other that a turtle would look like a cheetah compared to them. But then Biana sped up and she got onto her tippy toes and kissed him.

It was surreal, like a millton explosions in his head, remembering every time he'd silently wonder about it. But it wasn’t a slow, sweet fantasy—just a quick, wonderful moment in time. And he felt himself smile. She pulled away and took his hand.

"I—wow. That...happened."

She giggled and told him, "I’ll go tell my parents.”

“Are you sure?” His hand found his bangs, and he tugged them.

Biana clarified, “That we’ll be in here. Talking, getting to know each other, that kind of stuff. The stuff people do when they, I guess, are friends. Or more than friends.” She winked and went off, her dark hair streaming behind her. Life seemed to give him a light amidst the chaos and the arguing and the evil. He had to stay alive for Linh, for his friends to help defeat the Neverseen, and now Biana; Standing there in his new girlfriend's room, remembering everything worth fighting for, he really wanted to.

Merry Christmas! Or happy holidays, or whatever you celebrate, and happy new year!

-Lady Sassyfur