One Month Later
Another international break meant another week of for yours truly and this time, I would be spending it back in my lovely home city. London. I couldn’t wait to see my family and friends, I had missed them so much. I hadn’t spoken to Kylian since our conversation at my birthday party, I was still in shock at what he told me. Myself and Julian were still going strong, we still didn’t have a label on us but I wasn’t bothered about that.
I rolled my suitcase towards the airport entrance, I turned around and hugged Freddie. My little angel had agreed to drive me to the airport, it was my first and last time in his car ever again, that man drove like he was a formula one driver. Love, you help me show people around a football stadium, calm down. “I can’t believe you are leaving me.”
“Oh, shut up,” I laughed. He was absolutely the most dramatic person I had EVER met but I loved him. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, I didn’t want to miss my flight because of this whiney chops. “Facetime and text me every day, I love you.”
After landing in London, I collected my belongings and made my way out of the airport, I was instantly met with the huge smile of my mum. I ran over to her and gave her the biggest hug. “I’ve missed you so much.”
“I missed you to sweetie, dad’s making you your favourite dinner,” she beamed. I hugged her for a few more minutes, I had to hold back my tears, I was so happy to see her. “Let’s get going, I’m sure you have a lot to tell me.”
Luckily it was quite a long car journey to my house, I had enough time to explain everything that had happened in Paris. She was the only person I knew that could help me with the situation, she was incredibly wise.
“Okay, that was a lot more than I expected,” she giggled. “I don’t even know where to start. But love, you’re only supposed to be in Paris for one year, what happens in a couple of months when you leave?”
Wow. I hadn’t thought about that. I was so used to my life in France, I had totally forgotten it was only for a year. I hadn’t expected all of this to happen. Okay, now I was confused. I mean, could I see myself permanently moving to Paris? Yes. Was it as easy as that? No. “Mum, I need solutions not problems!”
Molly: look what I’m having
Molly: *sends selfie with pancakes*
Molly: not as good as yours though
Julian: cutie, have fun
Molly: danke, miss you
Julian: you to
I frowned at Julian’s message. He said you to when I told him I missed him? You fucking to. No engel or Liebling, just plain and simple you to. I rolled my eyes and ignored it. I wasn’t having an issues this week. I turned my head to what I was watching, when I saw my favourite blue get on the ball. “Let’s go Masoooooon!!!”
“Oh, I’m sure he’s glad you’re back,” Ashley chuckled. I smirked at her response. I was back at the Cobham Training Centre, oh how I had missed this place. I was watching the Chelsea players that didn’t leave for international break train with Ashley, I missed working with her. We had arranged to go out afterwards for a well needed catch up and dance. “How are PSG doing?”
“Great,” I grinned. “Top of the league, into the semi-final of the French Cup and through to the quarter-finals of the Champions League. They are doing amazing.”
“That making you busy?”
“Incredibly,” I laughed. I was proud of the boys, but jesus I was having to do a lot of tours. “It’s a good team around me, I wouldn’t be able to do it without them.”
“So, about tonight, I invited a few of the boys, hope you don’t mind. They really miss superstar Molly Medina!” Ashley winked. I rolled my eyes at her. Luckily for her, I had missed those boys a lot, unlike her awful sarcasm.
“Earth to Draxler,” I moved my head back from Marco’s waving hand. I was away with the Germany squad but I couldn’t keep my focus straight. I had two people and five words on my mind. Because I like you to. I couldn’t get them words out my head and Molly still hadn’t told me what had happened between her and Kylian. She didn’t need to though, I heard every word. “Seriously, what’s wrong? You haven’t been yourself all week.”
“It’s Molly man” I sighed. “At her birthday party, she went for a chat with Mbappé, I followed them to listen to their conversation and I didn’t like what I heard. He admitted that he had always liked her and she said she liked him to. Marco, I was seconds away from asking her to be my girlfriend.”
“Have you spoken to her about it?” he questioned. I shook my head, I didn’t know what to say to her. I was hoping she would have told me anyway.
“I don’t know how to. I always knew there was something between them, I caught her having a conversation with his ex-Rosalie, she told me it was about some outfit but I’m beginning to think it was about Kylian,” I ran my hands through my hair. “I need to speak to her.”
“So,” Mason slurred. He was drunk. He looked kinda like a chipmunk, it was cute. “How are things in the dating department?”
I laughed. He loved a bit of gossip, him and Freddie would get on well. Before I could reply, I felt my phone vibrate, I saw a text from Julian appear. My heart beat started to speed up when I read it.
Julian: we need to talk. I’ll call you in the morning
Pero…¡¿15 años?! (AiBaku) -
El destino tiene un humor cambiante, en ocasiones se siente romantico y crea las historias de amor mas empalagosas, otras esta deprimido, asi es como surgen las terribles tragedias romanticas, pero a veces, simplemente tiene ganas de reirse un poco, y para ello nacieron las comedias romanticas… - ¡¿y si el destino se molesta por tu horrible actitud hacia el amor?, y decide castigarte, ¿y si tu desinterés hacia los omegas es porque no tienes pareja, y eres un ser asexual?! -… - O peor aún, ¿Qué pasa si eres uno de esos casos raros de alfas con un omega mucho mas joven?, ¿y si tu pareja apenas tiene 5 años?, ¡tendrás que esperar mínimo a que tenga 16 para poder reclamarlo!
I wrote this because of a conversation in the Murderbot Discord server about human!ART and human!Murderbot alternate reality. I’m not sure if I’m going to write any more but this scene struck me as a standalone moment in time.
I knew going into it that this road trip would mean something. I just couldn’t begin to imagine how much it would change me.
Saying goodbye to Iris and Seth was sheer agony, even though we all had smartphones and I’d be Facetiming with them every day. I stood on the front porch of my childhood home with the rest of the family. Parked on the street behind me was The Van, an older Chrysler that had seen better days. I bought it with money I’d saved up from a part-time job and then renovated it over the summer.
And now, I would see all that hard work bear fruit.
“Are you sure about this, Peri?” Martyn dabbed at his eyes.
My sister patted his shoulder. “You know Peri. Once they set their mind to something, there’s no stopping them.”
“Hey,” I grumbled good-naturedly. “I didn’t add the paintball guns, like you asked.”
We’d talked about it as a family over the last year. I hated school, especially high school, and started taking college courses online just before entering ninth grade. Over the summer, I’d finished a bachelor’s degree in theoretical physics with plans of joining a masters program in the fall.
But, plans changed.
Iris had been accepted into a great arts program on the west coast, and there wasn’t enough money to pay for both our educations. Hers was dependent on attending a prestigious school whereas I could learn astrophysics and rocket science anywhere.
So, I decided on the road trip. Seeing all fifty states and making my way in the world was more important than any textbook, and I would need that experience if I wanted to eventually appear on NASA’s doorstep and request a job.
Someday, I would pilot a space shuttle to Mars to start a new colony on the red planet. Or, so said my college acceptance cover letter.
Today, I would say goodbye to my adopted family, who were the only parents and sibling I remembered, and set off on a new adventure.
“Come here,” Seth called out.
Seth and Martyn had adopted me when I was eight, after I’d lost my memories and my parents in a car accident. I’d never gotten the hang of calling either of them “dad” but I thought of them both as my fathers. Iris was my sister — less than a year younger than me and brilliant in her own way — and I would miss her the most. Over the years, she’d been my best friend and confidant, the person who didn’t hesitate to fight any bully who so much as looked at her brother funny.
I walked over to Seth, whose hair was starting to gray around the edges and whose scholarly impression always reminded me of wise, old characters in cartoons. Today, he was wearing a tweed jacket with one of Iris’ needlework designs stitched into the breast pocket.
He wrapped his arms around me and I put my head on his shoulder. “Call every day,” he said softly, voice catching. “No matter what happens, Peri, you’re always welcome back here, you understand? I know this trip is important to you, but we’re going to miss you so much.”
I nodded into Seth’s shoulder and returned the warm, welcoming hug. “I’m going to miss you guys, too.”
“What about me?” Iris stood in front of me, pouting.
“You, too, silly.” I ruffled her hair and she jerked away, laughing.
Then, she grabbed a blanket from the bench and handed it to me. “Here. I made this for you.” It was soft and warm, like she’d pulled it out of the dryer. “So that you stay warm no matter where you are.”
I didn’t know what to say. “Thank you.”
Iris sniffed and looked up at me with wide, dark eyes. “Take lots of pictures for me. I’m going enjoy this road trip vicariously, through you.”
“Bye, Peri,” she called as I walked to the van, thick mauve blanket clutched with both hands.
I waved to the people I loved, got in the driver’s seat, and started the engine. It was time. No backing out now, not when my whole future still lay ahead and I was going to grab this bull by the horns.
The various families of class 3-E enjoy a lazy afternoon together.
Words: 1186, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English
Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29822679
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Frisk was running. They were hitting the slopes as fast as they legs could hold them, avoiding in their rush the branches and stones that could have make them fall. They had to go back to the city, find help and go back to the Mountain as soon as possible. They felt guilty they had to leave without warning at least Sans or Alphys. At the end of their fight against Flowey, they knew they couldn’t go back. With Asgore dead, no one would have trust him. They had to prove themself and get help. This was the last thing they could do now.
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