My feet hit the ground, right out of the Widehope building. It's like a dream, eh? No, but it isn’t. Sometimes it's not only dreams that feel good, including when your head turns back, looks at a boring and uncomfortable place, moves away from it. Not long, only for two days.
"I am free! I'm a free dog!” she said out loud.
I know the truth, Verdamant, read my face which is serious for a moment, but that also means satire.
“Stop guessing what I was thinking.” I said a little nervously as I looked at her happy face.
"I know it's true."
"Not a bit."
Well, actually I do not want to admit it. The direction is right, but the execution is wrong. I can't be that melodramatic.
"You're happy when I'm in right? Ahohoho!”
"What for? Listen to me miss drill! Don't you have important time? I mean, personally."
"That's right!" she added grinningly, “It's not like we were let loose like chickens outside the coop? Then back in the afternoon, Ahohoho! I don't know, or maybe cows grazing?”
Who cares about that? After all, we're talking about Verdamant here. Well, before anyone complains about that, an explanation will help a little. She, who was walking next to me, was a drill-haired girl who was never serious. I even doubted that my popularity phase would affect her, who'd expect it anyway. Like water and oil, I am calm water. It's such a trivial matter and it's not like I'm never seeing her again, after all two days before the exam, I need to calm down.
“You are my compass, Marky!” she said loudly again.
Look, it's not that I'm proud to be with a glamorous woman like her alone, like on a date. My plan was never like this and never will be. A quiet place and a vacation alone is my answer conclusively."Wait, are you coming?"
“Uh-huh,” she said nodding
It was a troublesome nod.
"Are you kidding?"
"At all times."
My feet can't stop walking, I can't discuss anymore. The most important thing is this holiday still has to go on.
I sighed.
"Okay, let's walk first, until the new intersection look for transportation."
“Sounds like a plan!” she said excitedly. The more excited she was, the more troubles stag to me.
During these two years, I just realized that the area around Widehope is actually quite beautiful. I've honestly thought this over and over. Darley, not bad at all for upstate Yorkshire. It's like the opposite of our sentimental, prison-like, cramped dorm room. Which doesn't seem to give you a chance to rest and think.
What's more surprising. I guess Elysa or at least Pebble? Well, if asked to wish I'd picked the Beagle.
I sighed again. Why does it have to be Verdamant? For example, when it comes to describing her appearance, I don't mind at all. Green hoodie with jeans, she wears a sling bag that she rarely uses at school. I smell a different fragrance from her hair, she wears sunglasses too. For someone who craves fashion too much, looks normal. I dunno, it's not like I understand that. The saying goes, ignorance is bliss.
Her drilled hair is shoulder-length to the right and left, very likely reminding me of aristocratic girls in fantasy stories I've read. Wait a minute, new hat? Maybe. But only this time I saw something like goose feathers. It's hard to say this, but the chubby cheeks, the aquiline nose, the slightly indented structure of the eyes. It's an alluring face. It's just that, just underscore that part of her attitude, it's pretty annoying.
We got to the crossroad.
"What is it?"
This witty girl looks like she's frantically rummaging through her bag.
"Haha?"
It's not difficult. I've seen that stupid face many times, even the one he just made. A pattern. Patterns that could have eroded my patience.
"Please turn around, Miss," I said coldly while turning my face away.
Her hands grabbed my shoulders, gesticulating forcefully, whining that should have no meaning. I don't know if her wallet is left behind or what, what's clear is that this is not a good sign for me. She's broke. You know the begging face, right?
“I know, I know. Don't buy the weird ones. This ration of mine is painstakingly spared for the sake of the current time, you understand?”
“Ahohoho! I know you're a good person, Marky!” her hand patted my shoulder, "It's impossible for Queen Verdamant to return to that place in vain, right?"
See? It sucks, doesn't it? Well, at least she's not the type of woman who would say something like this, 'Men are supposed to treat women' if it was in front of me, I would have thrown it into the lion's den. Not being cruel, I just adhere to gender equality. Preference logic, where men and women are the same, I'm talking about that makes sense.
"You should increase your score, so that your money share is also bigger!"
“Now, now, Marky, you don't understand. If there's someone you can turn to for help, then don't hesitate to ask for it, right?”
"Your pragmatism is a bit too far, huh?"
“Ahohohoho!”
It's a shame that buses seldom pass in this deserted place, not for taxis thankfully.
We did not delay the time, immediately opened the door.
"Hello young people, it seems you are happy. Where are you going?" asked the driver.
“Malham Cove.”
"That's a good choice, especially for your lover," added the driver who looked rather humble. "Morning, Miss!"
“Eh? No she's not-" I’m straight forward to refuse.
“Ahohoho! Can you tell?" She said with proud.
No this is not right, stop it.
"Don't be shy, son. Sometimes an authentic latin woman who is as lively as she is seems to be quite rare. You should be lucky!”
“Ahohohoho! That's right, Marky!”
I don't care. After all, Latin women? Verdamant? No, don't equate her with beautiful Latin women, uncle driver. You can make their ancestors cry.
Our taxi finally took us to the ride.
I sit quietly. But my eyes are a bit curious, glancing to the side. Roman's face was drastic looking worried. It's not like I care or anything like that. But it will be more disturbed when sitting with people and their feelings of anxiety. She took out a notebook in his bag.
"It's not like you, Verd?"
I watched her flip through the pages of the book.
"What do you mean, Marky?"
I pointed at what she was carrying.
"That."
"Book?"
She half closed it, then looked at me.
"Explain, please?"
“Well…”
My left eyebrow goes up.
“Women have secrets, Marky. You must learn to be a gentleman. Ahohoho!”
Then she returned to her book.
"Fair enough."
In about an hour, we arrived. The driver told us that when returning home, it's best to walk about twenty minutes from Malham Cove to the T-junction.
“Yahoo! Finally I'm out! This looks like a relief!”
I quite agree. This is the place I searched for by borrowing the computer in the library. Of course, Mlle Beagle, was not only charming, but very helpful. At the very least, I should be his golden child. Actually quite difficult for biology lessons.
We took the path, slowly but casually looking at the different atmosphere. Rocks, coves, greenery, trees, and the sound of the wind that can only be heard when one wishes for serenity.
“Not bad, not bad, Marky!”
"Yeah."
We walked deep enough. Actually I prefer to be alone. But hey, not bad either.
"Actually I'm a little curious, Verd."
"Oh, then let Queen Verdamant answer you, please?"
Her response never changed, always putting excessive pride. She seems like royalty, while I'm not one cent sure.
"You are a fan of fashion, right?"
“Ah… the outline…,” she nodded while her eyes were closed. “Why a green hoodie, plain jeans, and… looking too normal?”
Exactement, I think I can judge a bit higher brain capacity, the deduction is not bad.
“I mean… how do you say it?” I added. “Ah, Pebble used to wear a cute cardigan and an interesting skirt. Beckey is also wearing normal clothes, with a tie made at the stomach, well… also more attractive. But I don't know, you're…”
“Ahohoho! Your taste is not bad! At least you're still a sane guy in general!”
The teasing is super annoying. This girl is no match.
We pause. Sitting among the rocks, and looking out over the widest bay.
“It's a natural impression, Mark. Like these rocks, grass, and water… I enjoy this atmosphere as much as I wear my clothes. It's just a preference.”
I don't know how I feel, or this just looks a little weird. The expression on her face was much different than usual. I can understand that every day, Verdamant, is also an ordinary person and tries very hard. It's not that I'm an expert at reading people's moods, but it also doesn't mean that Verdamant who acts like royalty I should view her as royalty. Sometimes you will also feel tired of your own jokes. It's the same as me, Roddy, Pabblo, Rodriguez, and the others.
"You know what, Verd? A lot of silence is tiring too.”
“Oh! Yes, of course! Of course you had a lot to say… well, maybe not in a direct way. But that actually makes you unique." her hand plucked a piece of grass. “Just like this grass, me, Pebble, Chantelle, Beckey, Eldritch, Isabeau pretty much everyone. But you, like Sonia.”
Verdamant's eyes looked at me deeply. I rarely see her this enthusiastic, in quotes talking about anything other than jokes and jokes. From that I could sense a bit of a somewhat sentimental thing.
“Eh? Since when did you understand other people?” I asked a little teasingly.
"Am I wrong?"
Again, her eyes were full of curiosity.
“Uh huh, I admit Verd.” I scratched my head. “That's not the problem, why are you here? Don't look at me like that!”
I admit I prefer her be the moron. At least when compared to a character, she is a contrast and sentiment. I mean, I kind of met real royalty, but in a comedy theatre.
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