The Wingless Angel's Song. Chapter 9 (I'm done writing it!)
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Eri and I walked into the house, laughing and holding hands, when we paused. Every eye in the room was on US.
“Hey guys…” I tried to say excitedly.
“What’s wrong guys? You’ve looked like you’ve just seen a ghost!” asked Eri.
Kaito came behind us and put his arms on our shoulders. “Oh, it’s nothing! We just want to know when the wedding is!”
Now Eri and I were the ones who had looked like they’d seen a ghost.
Eri leaned over and whispered into my ear. “How many ice cream bars does he eat? Because I think a few of them might have gone to his head!”
“Shhh…” I said, stifling out a giggle.
“What are you guys talking about?” Eri asked.
Meiko came over and pushed Kaito off of us. “Sorry about him, he just a big romantic sometimes.”
“Big romantic? What?” I asked.
“We all maybe, kinda, sorta….watched you guys outside…”
Eri and I blushed. “You guys watched us?”
Miku apologized. “I’m sorry…It was just so sweet!”
“It was kinda sweet… “Gakupo said.
Eri’s face was bright red. She was either really mad, or really embarrassed. I kissed her to make her stop.
“Wh-Why did you kiss me here in front of everyone?” she asked.
I smiled. “Because I’m not afraid to show the world that I love you…”
“Awwww….” Everyone said.
Eri smiled and blushed.
“Hey, Len, are you forgetting something?” Luka asked.
“What? Oh! That’s right!” I exclaimed. I had completely forgotten to ask.
Eri just looked at me. “What did you forget?”
I smiled. “We throw this huge party down by our beach house every year…do you want to come with us?”
She first looked shocked. “You guys have your own beach house?”
We nodded.
Then, she looked doubtful. “I don’t know Len…I mean, There’s going to be so many people and, I’m not that good with talking! I always feel like I’m going to say the wrong thing…”
I held her hand. “Come on! It’ll be fun! Music, dancing, food, swimming…plus a singing contest! I would like you to sing a duet with me…” I blushed.
She giggled. “Ok, I’ll come!” She said.
I smiled, but on the inside, I was jumping up ad down to sing with her.