Author's Note: Hey guys! It's been so long since I last updated The Art Of Love, which I do apologize profusely for. When you're constantly busy with school, and you add a case of writer's block in to the equation, it feels like it might take forever to even write a chapter. However, I've finally come back to this story (as I had planned) and I can promise you all that there will be many updates in the upcoming weeks and months - so bear with me now! I'm getting back to this story, and it feels good. Anyways, I hope that you enjoy this chapter as much as I did, and make sure to review once you finish reading it.
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Chapter Three: Daydreaming
"Cagalli? Cagalli Hibiki?"
"Hmm?" Momentarily, Cagalli stopped working on her newest painting, which had been inspired by Emily Car. She put down both her paint brush and palette and gave her undivided attention to her favourite teacher, Ms. Ramius.
Ms. Ramius had a large smile that was plastered on her face, reaching from one side of her face to the other. "Cagalli, I've been calling your name our for about five minutes but you've been too busy day-dreaming...about a certain blue haired boy, I presume. Is this an indication of how your date with each other went last night?"
She ignored the oddly warm feeling arising in her chest at the mention of his name, the tint in her cheeks, and the way that her ribcage felt like it was contracting.
"First of all, I'm just thinking about all the work I have to do to even make this painting look nice. I was not, and I repeat, not daydreaming about any blue-haired boys," Cagalli corrected. "Secondly, it wasn't a date. It was an exurcison. BIG lastly, he's still depressed about losing both his parents and I don't think that I can ever change that. But as I promised, I got him to leave his room and come to an art exhibit with me."
"Athrun left his dorm?"
"You're making it sound like some collosal, once-in-a-lifetime event," she laughed.
"Oh, because it is!" Ms. Ramius cried. She clasped her hands together and it was clear from her tone that she had been thoroughly pleased with Cagalli's progress with Athrun Zala. "I've asked two other students before you to try going to him - Meer Campbell and Lunamaria, you might know them. Anyways, neither of them, despite their tremendous beauty, were able to get him to budge. When they told him they wanted to take him, he slammed the door in their faces."
"I probably caught him off guard."
"Or maybe he's taken a liking to you."
Cagalli opened her mouth to say something but closed it. Instead, she just mumbled, "No freakin' way."
"Would I lie to you?"
Cagalli know that the probable, correct answer was "No." But she decided to be diffucult anyways, as she supposed it would be easier than admitting the truth. "I appreciate your faith in me, Ms. Ramius, but he's not interested in me. I'm never going to see him again."
"Please," Ms. Ramius said softly. "I don't think you should give up on Athrun just yet." And with that, Ms. Ramius stopped badgering him on the tip and resumed her teacherly dutties by marking the mountain of self-portraits on her desk.
Cagalli smiled sadly. "He's probably already forget about me, anyways."
No matter what he tried, or what he did, he couldn't get a certain blonde out of his mind.
Athrun had been staring at the crack, which seemed to get progressively larger every time he saw it, while lying on his King sized bed for approximately three hours now. He tried to calm down his mind, which was pacing back and forth and all over the place. Before the blonde had entered his life, no one had successfuly succeeded in getting him to leave his apartment for entertainment purposes - not even the two girls that tried prior, whose names he couldn't remember, or his best friend, Kira Yamato. Yet now, this girl, who he realized was practically an absolutely stranger, had been able to exert more power on him than anyone else he knew.
Just thinking about her and the kiss on the cheek she had given him made him nervous. And he didn't like it one bit.
"Who does she even think she is?" Athrun questioned furiously.
He knew the answer to that: she was a girl. There was over six billion people in the world, and there were over three million females. Cagalli was just one of them. There was nothing that stood out about her, nothing that made her particularly unique. In theory, she was just like everyone else he had ever known. To add to that, she was only a one-time date. He was never going to see her again, so she wasn't suppose to mean anything to him.
Yet, she did and he wanted to see her again.
The thought of never seeing her again strangely added to the list of his woes. For some reason, he was able to tolerate the her and her pain-in-the-ass personality. As annoying, perisistent, and violent as she was, he had to admit that he admired many of her qualities. Even though he had tried to convince himself otherwise, she was infact very unique - for instance, she didn't look like other girls he had been involved with romantically; and she was tremendously beautiful in her own right not only outside, but on the inside as well. She was kind, funny, honest, intellectual, witty, and warm, which were all wonderful qualities in a human being.
She hadn't deserved to be treated the way he had treated her last night, and thinking about it made him feel guilty. The very thought tortured him. All he despertely wanted to do was say apologize, to say, "I'm Sorry."
He should have been honest and told her that for a few brief, fleeting moments, Cagalli Hibiki had helped him forget about all of the tragedy that occured in his life during the past year.
For a few moments, he remembered what it was like to feel alive.
"Cagalli, I'm a little freaked out right now. Why are you so happy?" her best friend, Mirillia demanded.
The two best friends were happily devouring fried noddles at their favourite Chinese resturant across campus. The resturant, Dragon's Delight was small, discreet, and surprisingly, not very well known. It was a little place tucked away from the busy streets of Orb - but it had a nice atmosphere, wasn't crowded, the service was impeccable, and the food delighted all of the five senses.
It was really no wonder why the girls frequented the resturant at least three times every week.
"What? Is it illegal for me to happy now?"
"Of course not! I'm glad," Mirillia laughed." It's just that I haven't said anything for about five minutes, and you haven't even noticed. You're too busy having a smile from one side of your face to the other!"
She wondered if she really been smiling but just in case she had, she made sure to stop. "I was just thinking about something," Cagalli said quickly. "Art, actually. It's nothing really. It's just that I've been doing quite well in Art lately and I'm happy with my work."
"Oh, please. You've always done well in the call so cut the crap."
"It's kind of tiresome how you know me so well."
"Well we have been best friends since high school. So tell me why you're smiling, you goof."
"I was telling the truth, Mirillia. That's the reason-!"
"A date. You went out on a date, didn't you?" Mirillia squealed in delight. "Oh my god, Cagalli Rose Hibiki. I'm going to give you exactly ten seconds to tell me every single detail about this guy and whatever you did last night. Spill!"
"Shh!" Cagalli whispered. She didn't want to have garnered the attention of every single person in the resturant by Mirllia screaming about her love life. "If you promise to be quiet, I might share some details. Okay?" Mirillia nodded obediently, so Cagalli continued, "his name is Athrun. Zala. He goes to the same university as is but he's majoring in Business. His parents died recently, both of them, in a car crash. He's basically locked himself up in his room for the better part of three months, only leaving for classes. Ms. Ramius asked me to see if I could get him to leave his room, and persuade him to not drop the class."
"I know. He's been pretty down for a while and it kills me. It's not fair that he's had everything taken away from him. I took him out to the Andrea MoRTIMER art exhibit to see if it would remind him how much he loves to paint, but it did nothing for him. Milly, I don't know why, but I just want to make him happy. If I just tried harder, I think I could."
Mirillia sighed. "Sounds like he has a lot of stuff going on. Are you sure he can commit?"
Cagalli gasped at the comment. To be honest, she didn't see why all girls her age were so eager to get married and settle down. "I don't want date him, let alone commit," she snapped. "We're friends. Friends do stuff for friends."
"Uh-huh...has he called you?"
"Has he emailed you?"
"Has he texted you?"
"Is it probable that he'll contact you?"
"Well...it's complicated...it's not his fault...you see-"
"Answer the question, Cagalli."
"Probably not," Cagalli sighed.
"So basically you're hung up on a guy that doesn't even plan on ever contacting you again."
Stabbing her sweet and sour pork, Cagalli objected to the claim. "I am not hung up on him. I'm being serious when I say I don't like him! But...his parents died and his whole world is falling apart, so excuse me for wanting to help him out in anway that I can."
"I'm just looking out for you. I don't want you to break your heart again, you know how long it took to get over-"
"Stop. You don't have worry about that happening again."
"Look, Cags, from past experience I know that if he really wants to see you again, he'll make it happen. They always do." And with that, the two dropped the topic and caught up with one another.
"If he really wants to see you again, he'll make it happen."
Once again, he had left his dorm room and it was because of one certain girl that seemed to have turn his whole world upside down.
Before leaving his dorm room he made sure that he inspected himself from top to bottom. He was relatively pleased with what he saw in the mirror of his bathroom. He was dressed impeccably, wearing a black leather jacket, a white t-shirt, and dark jeans. He made sure there wasn't anything embarassing stuck in his teeth and that his hair was combed.
In his hands was a boquet of beautiful white roses. He closed the door of his room and pulled out his chunky cellphone. He punched in a few numbers nervously and waited for someone to answer. "Hello?"
"Ms. Ramius, I'm going to need to ask for a favour."
Author's Note: Oh my god, what is Athrun going to do? That's for me to know and you to find out soon. I'm also likely how absolutely guilty he feels for treating someone who was nothing but kind too him! It's fun writting.
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