You’d saw the cat was stuck on a pole high up from the ground, you had no idea how it got up there but you did know there was no way for it to get back down and so you decided to boldly go and help the cat yourself. You started climbing up the fire escape on the side of an apartment complex, after you reached as high as you could possibly go, you bravely jumped across, skilfully wrapping your limbs around the pole.
It took a lot of upper body strength that you really didn’t have but you managed to climb up to the top. “Hello kitty,” you soothed, feeling a warm emotion bloom within you when the cat allowed you to stroke it. Then you picked it up, managing to keep one arm around the pole. Next you had to get down and you do so by sliding down the wooden pole, though it’s difficult one-handed. Just as you’d begun to repeat the words ‘don’t slip’ in your head you found yourself plummeting to your doom. You wrapped your arms around the cat so it would be protected from crash landing.
You landed feet first, hearing an awful cracking sound as you fell over. Your arms fell to your side as you tried to get your breath back and the cat wandered off merrily. “I hope you’re not considering a career in pole dancing.” A voice called out.
You bent your head slightly, groaning at the pain. A long-haired man stood over you with the kitten in his hand.
In response you could only let out another 'ow’, the stranger laughed in response and kneeled down, “let’s check this out,” he said whilst pulling up your pant leg. He grabbed gently at where your leg was mostly red, still causing you to let out a string of curse words. “It’s definitely not broken, just a sprain I think, I have some bandages in my apartment. Hold Simon for me.”
He handed you the cat and then proceeded to lift you up from the floor, beginning to carry you into the apartment complex that you’d climbed up earlier “Wait,” you croaked, “is this your cat?”
“Yes, thank you for saving him, even though you didn’t need too. He goes up there all the time.” You looked at him in surprise, wondering how the beast managed to get down. was it some sort of mutant cat?! “Can you reach into my back pocket?” He asked as you were outside of this door. Blushing, you reached in and found his keys.. you may have also 'accidentally’ groped his bum.
As you entered he began to carry you into his bedroom, “ah, I ee, you just want me in your bed.” You flirted and his lips raised into a crooked smile in response, winking at you as he placed down onto his bed.
“No darling, that can come later,” he said whilst locating his first-aid kit.
Not entirely sure how or why..but this works xD Must be the food. Brand: Galaxxxy (Top - Natsumi Saito Collaboration , Dress - Hello Kitty Diner ) Available @ the international rakuten and store on the shoplist
I am so tired of studying on my desk so I threw all of my materials on the floor and made a little pallet on my floor with a couple blankets and my Hello Kitty blanket on top, some cool lights and candles for a nice ambiance. I have a test for my least favorite subject(history) today and I am doing some review and making some note cards. This test is online and I have until 9:00 PM to take it today. Not super worried about it because I feel like history classes are always a big review every year.
For this class, the professor posts a list of topics for a review for tests and I like to make note cards from those topics from my notes and textbook chapters. I really don’t look at these more than once because transferring information I already wrote previously refreshes the topic in my mind and I can remember it better after just copying it once.
I have the day off and I only have one lecture class in the morning today so I can squeeze some extra review time in before the test is due. I’m aiming for a perfect score because the last test was super easy and I was just lazy and didn’t review all of the review topics like I should have.
I’m also taking my fur baby to the groomers before I go to class because her fur is getting too long. I literally cannot study without her trying to sit on my laptop or notebooks.
Percy is pretty sure that the foreign exchange student thinks he’s an idiot. It doesn’t help that she’s beautiful, with curly blonde hair always held up in a tight ponytail and eyes the color of steel daggers. With her looking like that, it would be hard enough for him to not sound like an idiot in English, let alone French.
Percy didn’t know who’s dumb idea it was to put a native french speaker in a french class full of high school students who were struggling around tenses and their own blatantly American accents. He tries to ask her about her day in French, and she spears him with an unimpressed look, babbling something in rapid french that he can’t even try to comprehend.
Percy frowns. This has been going on for half the year, and Percy is still not sure how he could be half in love with a girl who’s never spoken a word he’d understood, who always looks at him like she’s looked at his soul and found him wanting, who doesn’t do anything but saunter into French class with her ponytail swinging and make him sigh.
Oh god, he’s a dork. He’s such a dork, Jesus Christ.
He tries to concentrate on the lesson, but his gaze sways back to her again. Her notebook is one half meticulously scribbled notes and the other half beautifully drawn buildings. One of them, recurring throughout all the notes he’s seen, peeks of it, here and there, is a beautiful beach house, somehow managing to be elegant as it is summery, and Percy’d never known that buildings could be truly elegant without dripping with the opulence that Wall Street had.
“Bella batiment,” He says, and her face goes abruptly blank. Percy internally groans. He’s pretty sure he said a swear or something dirty and completely offended her instead of what he wants to say, so he holds up his hands before she can speak, panicked. “I meant that your building was pretty! Not…Whatever I just said. Wait, you can’t understand me, never mind, merci–” Percy wonders what it would be like if a hole swallowed him up at this moment. Probably more pleasant than having Annabeth completely humiliate him in class.
She interrupts his panicking, holding up her notebook and pointing to one of the doodles. “Belle bâtiment?” He shakes his head. Yes, that house was pretty, but it wasn’t the house. She frowns, and Percy scrambles to make amends, pointing to the peek of a front porch that he’s sure belonged to the house. Her eyes widen, and she points to the drawing. “Belle bâtiment?” he nods, and then the French teacher yells at them both to stop talking and she turns back to her book.
But out of the corner of his eye, throughout the class, Percy can see her giving him an odd look.
The next day, she comes to his lunch table, while Percy and Grover are arguing whether the school lunch burritos actually count as burritos. Grover argues for school lunches, because Grover eats everything.
And then, a familiar voice asks, “Puis-je m'asseoir ici?”
Percy stares up at her. He didn’t even know that she was in his lunch period. He’s never seen her around before. On his right, Piper gives Annabeth a bright grin. “Bien sûr! Êtes-vous l'étudiant de change? Je suis Piper, cela est Grover, qui est Rachel, et Percy de cet idiot.” Percy stares at her. Jeans ripped, Hello Kitty tank top wearing Piper with her choppy hair braided almost with contempt, like she would have rather hacked off her hair than braided it, speaking fluent French? Vaguely, in the back of his mind he realizes that she said his name and the word idiot in the same sentence, and that he should probably be offended, but he’s too busy gaping.
Piper scowls at him. “What? My mother was french.” Percy shuts his mouth and makes way for Annabeth, who sits next to him, and tries very hard not to pay attention to the way their arms brush together. She smells like apples.
“Je rencontrai Percy avant. Nous sommes dans la même classe. Et je sais déjà qu'il est un idiot.” He hears his name again, and the word idiot, and his face goes up in flames. So he was right. She did think he was an idiot. “Il est aussi très gentil.” She says, softer, and Piper grins at Percy, knowingly.
“I think she’ll fit in very well here,” Piper says, and Percy knows he’s fucked.
Piper and Annabeth become an unstoppable force, Grover looks charmed by her, and Leo and Annabeth have become fast friends after she saw him making one of her doodles out of pipe cleaners. Even Rachel is warming up to her, despite them not speaking the same language at all. Percy doesn’t know how it’s possible that she could like every single one of his friends, and yet not like him. She’s distant with him, keeps giving him those unimpressed looks and then sometimes that odd look, the one that Percy is pretty sure her god-I-didn’t-think-he-could-be-this-stupid look.
And now, with his friends around her, and Piper translating, he finds that he likes her even more. She’s smart, and funny sometimes, and ridiculously competent, and Percy finds himself helplessly looking at her when he’s sure she doesn’t notice.
Finally, towards the end of the year, a month before prom, he decides, Fuck it.
He’s sure this is going to go terribly when he looks it up and makes a sign, getting Rachel to draw the house that he now calls Annabeth’s house, the one that’s in her doodles all the time. And then above it, in his sloppy handwriting, marring the entire effect–because he wasn’t about to ask Piper about this, she’d laugh at him for ages–he wrote in French: Do you want to go out with me? Veux-tu sortir avec moi?
He holds it up at their lunch table, before anyone arrives, and Annabeth comes as she always does, laughing with Piper, probably at him. But then she catches sight of him, and stops in her tracks.
Percy’s sure that his heart never beat so hard.
She comes forward, and god, she looks angry. Her eyes are like hardened steel. Percy braces himself for her to slap him in the face, sure that he translated something wrong, did something wrong, but then she takes his face in her hands, and kisses him, hard.
He drops the sign.
In the background, he’s pretty sure he can hear his friends cheering.
(Head cannon that all the times she’s babbling in French, Annabeth is lamenting the fact that Percy’s so cute but so stupid, and she knows a little bit of English but doesn’t use it, because she thinks the furrow he gets between his eyebrows when he can’t understand her is the most adorable thing ever.)
2014.07.14 ERIC MUN SPOTTED FILMING DISCOVERY OF ROMANCE
He walked in the park with the pink Hello Kitty fan! Is that a Hello Kitty neck cushion on top of the basket too (2nd last pic)? Eric looks so freakin’ young with that Caesar hairstyle and that casual outfit. So it’s just the matter of when/if he wants to look young and how young (uri Minwoo is also aging backward). This is so unfair! XD
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