[ WOOO BOOK 2 LETS GET THIS BREAD ]

Your POV

"I-I'm sorry,

I just tripped, and I accidently landed-"

"It's fine, really. I don't care about it."

"Why did you kiss Shu Kurenai immediately?"

Everything dark except one bright light.

"You mean, that teenager with the red eyes? It was an accident, I didn't mean to, I just tripped and happened to land with my lips on his."

 The lie flew off my lips so easily. I used to laugh, stutter, mumble and make it obvious that I was lying. But maybe this past year I had gotten so used to lying without really meaning to. It made me uncomfortable. 

"Hmm, alright. Have you interacted with him ever since last night?"

"Yeah, just once to apologize for the...kiss?"

It felt awkward to call it the kiss when I just told the interrogator that it wasn't.

"One more question. Have you ever watched the TV show Beyblade Burst?"

The guilt heaved in my chest when I opened my mouth, so ready to lie,

"No. I've never heard of that."

He scribbled some more things down on his piece of paper before pushing his glasses back and nodding. "You're now free to go. Your parents will pick you up at the front."

"Alright," I mumbled, standing up and walking out of the room. Two bodyguards besides me, careful in case I fainted or whatnot. The doctors told them that.

It was early morning at the Australia Parliament House, but even so, the hallways were lit up with scientists and politicians, several which I had seen on TV before. 

I didn't blame them. They were just so excited at the discovery of...aliens? I found myself questioning my use of words again. Aliens made it sound like the people from Shinwa had green skin and three eyes.

But once they had passed through the dimension, I noticed that they changed and appeared like us. They didn't even look that different to begin with. But many people around me used those words. But then again, they didn't know any of the characters like I knew them. But do I really know them? Do I really know Sh- 

"Ow."

"Sorry," a politician with a bald head brushed past me. I faintly remembered his name is Peter Dutton. I thought he would stop once he saw me and realize that I was the weirdo who kissed one of the 'aliens'. 

But he didn't even look at me, he just kept on running to whatever room he needed to go to. Like I said before, I didn't blame their excitement. If people from another dimension came to Earth, I should be filled with excitement. I'm not at all, though. 

I'm filled with happiness.

Happiness, joy, ecstasy, glee, elation, whatever you wanted to call it, I was buzzing with that. Because, for once, something in my life gave me hope that everything would be alright. And that outweighed all the problems in life.

I started skipping, and the bodyguards besides me probably thought I was even more weird than they thought. But I didn't care. Or rather, I didn't notice. The pure happiness just blinded all other things.

My wildest dreams and wishes and been fulfilled. The person I had fallen in love with was in this planet right now. It made me giddy to think about it, and I actually tripped. But the happiness just numbed the pain. It was so pure, so good, so blissful.

It was indescribable.

I resumed my skipping, and looked around me, hoping that I could spot a tuft of white hair among all of the politicians. I was approaching the exit and my hopes were dying down when I saw a flash of white and red. It's him.

Skilfully, I dodged my bodyguards' attempt to capture me and ignored their shouts to capture me. At lest five other people were alerted, but faith must've been on my side because the next thing I knew was that I was sitting besides him on the floor besides the stairs.

He looked at me and then smiled in recognition. And then the happiness escalated to another level which I thought didn't even exist, and I swear I ascended to heaven just for a second. "Hey, uh, (y/n), right?"

"Yeah," I managed to get out through my pitiful. I was just so shocked that he didn't remember me as 'weirdo girl who kissed me'. "Yeah, that's right. That's my name."

And then I blinked and realized how stupid I sounded, so I hastily added, "I know your name too! Shu Kurenai, right?"

I said as if his name wasn't the one I thought about on a daily basis. He nodded and grinned up at the fiasco on the upper floor. People were panicking when realizing I had slipped away. "Do you like causing trouble?"

"No," I shook my head, remembering my hesitation at skipping school and the uneasiness at lying. My parents really must have made me such a goody-two-shoes. Then I realized that I had gotten a far-away look and that I looked super weird. As childish as it sounded, I was desperate for Shu to fall for me. So I did my best to recall what Chanel had told me about flirting in sixth grade. I did a sad attempt at a wink and said, "You should feel honoured to have me cause trouble just for you."

I screamed inside in humiliation, and I thought Shu would've laughed at me, no matter how kind of a person he was. But he only titled his head slightly and said, "That...wasn't like you."

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows. He didn't know me at all. So why did he say that?

"I-" he began, but a loud shout interrupted him. 

"(y/n) (l/n)!" 

I looked at the stairs and nearly had a heart attack when I saw Tony Abbott, the former Prime Minister, scolding me. I immediately stood up and ran back to my body guards. "I'm so sorry,  I didn't mean-"

He sighed. "You're excused. Your parents are at the door. Just go home. Conelly, Holloway, with me."

"Alright," I mumbled, beginning to descend the stairs as my two bodyguards back up Tony Abbott. I waved goodbye to Shu, and to my surprise he waved back, and my chest warmed up. I smiled. It was so nice to be in love with someone in the same world as you. 

"Oh, (y/n)!"

"(y/n)!"

My parents, even my dad who was in Russia a few days ago, exited their Porsche, hurrying to engulf me in hugs, like I was their little girl. And then I realized that I really had missed both and hugged them back tightly, tears streaming down my face, because I really was their little girl.

They bombarded me with questions, much more than the interrogator did. I answered none of them and just told them that I was tired (it was the opposite, actually), and I would tell them at home. Mother just nodded and smiled gently and Father ruffled my hair before we entered the car.

To my surprise, Blair and Jordan were both in the back with me. I looked at their intertwined hands, and then at Blair, and realized that the plan had worked after all. 

"Stupid, you must really be deprived of male attention to kiss a random," Blair scoffed, but she was smiling fondly. At that moment, I realized she really had changed and I couldn't help but grin hugely. 

Jordan laughed. "You know Blair means 'welcome back'."

"Thank you," I said, because it was all I could say. Just thank you, thank you, thank you.

The car started moving, and it was a smooth ride for half an hour. It was one in the morning, but nobody seemed sleepy or tired. Maybe they were feeling it too, the infectious feeling of happiness. 

The car was filled with chatter, but I participated only by listening. Everyone just filled me in, and it helped me to recollect my thoughts. I closed my eyes, feeling the memories wash over me. 

I was being selfish, I know I was. I was too hungry for his lips, his touch, just him. I didn't even stop to ask him about it. Outright selfish.

Then strong arms grabbed me and dragged me into a car. I wanted to scream for them to let go, I wanted to run back to Shu, but then I properly saw him and then I stopped my selfish acts.

We rode to Sydney Airport with several policemen, and then I had to board a private jet. The next thing I knew, I was being brought to the Parliament House at Canberra. I saw Shu briefly before I went into interrogation, and I whispered my apology. Then the door shut and I was answering questions for the government, not knowing how long I was going to be in there or if my family even knew about me.

But now I know. Father had just flown back from Russia when they heard the news. They all packed their bags and flew to Canberra too, and in the light of everything, Blair and Jordan had reconciled. 

Now we had arrived at the hotel we were staying at. And maybe I was lying to myself being tired, because the first thing I did was lie on a bed and fall asleep. Or maybe I was just too overwhelmed, overwhelmed at the happiness I had finally found.

[ this chapter was short, but hey, at least i finally got started on the second book c: 

word count: 1597]