The Letter of Prochain

Bridget looked up at the still empty street and back at Christopher.
"I'm sorry that i was trouble," She said. She slipped on her jacket, running past him to the parking lot. She didn't want to be seen like this. The second she saw her car, she ran to it and opened the door, getting in slowly. She turned the key, still crying. If it weren't for Christopher, something awful could've been happening. Bless him...

She turned out of the parking lot and headed back home, just a few miles down the street. She kept her foot on the gas pedal... She raced as quickly as she could home. She saw that her brother's motorcycle was home. She parked in the car port. Her eyes only shifted to the front door and the back door. Her eyes still puffy and red.

She got out, after turning the key off. She locked both the doors and ran to the back door. She shifted with her keys until she found the key to unlock the door. 'One Size Fit's All'.. She unlocked the door and ran inside, still sobbing. She ran past the kitchen and straight into her room, slamming the door. She crashed on her bed, burying her face in her pillow sobbing even more.

 

Miranda began to walk towards the door. Walking inside, she took in everything she could. This was where Haiden lived. She noted the semi-sweet fragrance, the furniture's unique style, how clean the floor was. She took it all in like it was air. She walked a little bit further inside, humbly, and stood inspectively in the doorway when Haiden approached her, hold out a gold colored ribbon.

"You got me a present..." She murmured, more of a statement then an inquiry. Then the smile freed itself, sweetly and gently. He knew her all too well. "Thank you," She said softly.

 

Bridget heard a few people in the house. She wiped her eyes and slid on another shirt. She fixed her hair back up and walked out of her room, seeing her brother giving a sweet girl a present. She smiled and walked over to the kitchen getting the present she got for him.
"Haiden... I got you and your friend a present. I recalled you saying that someone special was coming in today and that you went to the airport to pick her up. On my way home, i picked this up," she said.. Her voice was faked as a sweet tone. Right now all she really wanted to do was shake and start crying again, but she wanted to be strong for him.

 

Right before his older sister, Bridget, entered through their conversation, Haiden removed the old ribbon. With that, Haiden wrapped and tied the ribbon beautifully into a new ponytail. However, the long sideburns along with the bangs, were still intact. The most adorable hairstyle for his love, Miranda. Perfect for every trait about her. "You look lovely ..." But right then, Bridget came within the bubble between the two.

"Really? What would the present be?" Going over to Bridget's 'bubble', Haiden wrapped his arm around Bridget shoulder. Being taller than her, it was always a funny tease. But right he put his arm's full weight on her shoulder, he felt a shake unbeliveably held back. "Bridget, what happened?" Haiden could see right through the hidden disguise. Right now really wouldn't be the time to reveal a sad moment, but Haiden was always concerned for his older sister.

 

He had tied the ribbon in with perfection. He put his hands on his sister and then asked what had ‘happened.’ Miranda peaked her head slightly over Haiden’s shoulder to see what had caused him to ask the question. She saw Haiden’s sister and thought about saying hello, but then retreated to her original poster, feeling like she may be intruding. If something major had happened, she knew it would probably be uncomfortable to share with her around. So, she took a step back and began to observe her surroundings again.

 

Christopher jumped onto his motorcycle and brought his foot down hard on the kickstand, making the engine roar to life. He speed up and rode low over the motorcycle, flying in the direction of the car. He watched as she went in the house and a few minutes later his best friend followed. He blinked in surprise.

They must be related.

He ran up to the door after putting away his cycle. He banged on the door and waited, dripping.

 

Bridget shook her head slightly. She didn't like to keep secrets from him. She was glad he knew something was up, because she started crying already and didn't want to in a random awkward moment. She looked up slightly, at his eyes, hoping he would understand.
"I had went by the Cafe," she started. Her voice was trembling and she had already started shaking more.
"I came back and went across the back street, where a few guys had jumped me... The two guys behind me held me down, sort of, and the guy in front of me had tried to rip off my clothing," she said in a shudder. She was in complete shock and it was hard for her to comprehend. She almost had lost her balance on her own footing. Her knees still shook and she felt it happen again and again. The bang at the door startled her and she let ou a quivering small shriek.

 

He heard the shriek and his eyebrows furrowed. he banged a little softer.

"It's me...er...Christopher from the cafe. I wanted to make sure you are ok. And uh please don't taze me,' he asked helplessly.

He stood at the door as the rain lessened a little around him, leaving the trees dripping slowly and at a steady rhythm. Christopher tapped his foot to the sound of the water falling, waiting for an answer. He hoped she was ok. His eyes blazed when he thought of those thugs, on his way to work tomorrow he would deal with them.

Maybe she isn't answering the door because she doesn't think it's me?

" Uh...'To yield without conviction is no compliment to the understanding of either.' " he said loud enough for her to hear.

 

Haiden made a hilarious, yet teasing gesture of motion from that point. Placing his head on Bridget's head actually rather softly, Haiden had an approving, teasing look on his face to compliment his next mood. A wink that coud render a girl useless of speech was narrowing over to his sister, Bridget. "You really need to learn to protect yourself, but I guess you can't help it." Moving away from Bridget, the silver crystal known as a boy, wandered back over to Miranda's side of the room. A chuckle exacped his pink, soft lips as the reflex usually would.

Then, peering his attention back over to Miranda, the lovely, inspirational smile after another, sprouted across his face again. "Hey, Miranda, I forgot about this." Holding out Miranda's hand quite like what you would see in a proposal, Haiden wrapped the small pink ribbon across the soft, middle finger of Miranda. The wrapping being soft, delicate, and not too tight. Then, Haiden held up his hand as well, comparing the two together. His was crimson red, as for Miranda's being soft pink.

 

Bridget looked at the floor, taking in the soft words. Her eyes glossed and she shivered again.
"You appear to me, Mr. Darcy, to allow nothing for the influence of friendship and affection. A regard for the requester would often make one readily yield to a request without waiting for arguments to reason one into it. I am not particularly speaking of such a case as you have supposed about Mr. Bingley. We may as well wait, perhaps, till the circumstance occurs, before we discuss the discretion of his behaviour thereupon. But in general and ordinary cases between friend and friend, where one of them is desired by the other to change a resolution of no very great moment, should you think ill of that person for complying with the desire, without waiting to be argued into it?" She whispered the whole set to herself. Chapter ten of her book of course. Her eyes went to Haiden again.
"I hope you enjoy the present i got you," she smiled. She walked to the door, opening it softly, peering out in a saddened manor.

 

Miranda tried not to comment on what Bridget had said, only for the sake of staying out of things. Though she could hold back the exclamations she had longed to say during her story, Miranda simply could not hold back the innocent sympathy she had for her in her heart.

She couldn’t help but become tense as Haiden began to walk towards her. She tried not to get to anxious, only, when he smiled towards her the butterflies in her stomach took off into a busy flight. He took her hand and she immediately recognized the gentleness of his grasp. He wrapped a ribbon around her finger. Miranda blinked, staring at the ribbon that Haiden had so precisely tied around her finger. It was a tender pink color. Haiden held his hand up to reveal a scarlet ribbon. And she raised an eyebrow slightly, gazing into his gorgeous eyes.

“What’s this?†She asked serenely, her head naturally tipping to the side in curiosity.

 

The thoughts of what type of metaphor to use for a response, were coming slim to none. And silm just went home. Although, thankfully, Haiden did have one response. But just thinking of what could be the thought of the metaphor, only brought Haiden's face bright pink. Sucking it up and cheering on his consciousness, Haiden chuckled once more. The chuckle that would always assist in his time of nervousness. "Think of it as a marriage ring. Although, not a ring, and we aren't really getting married."

Haiden tried his best to keep his feelings locked within his mind and heart. The more he conversed with this subject, the more Haiden was on the verge to breaking out and kissing Miranda. Luckfully, Haiden has grown with dealing with tensions. No matter what the pressure, which both shocks and amuses the relatives and friends that well know him. The inflamed face of crimson rose turned his attention still on Miranda's hazel, gorgeous eyes. It was as if a hand was reaching out and forcing him to look. The thing was, he wouldn't have to be the fact that he would anyways, by his own decision.

 

Christopher heard no reply but heard something about a present and then footsteps towards the door. He looked at it expectantly and waited for it to open. The sky was changing for the better, or so Christopher thought. Clouds were being pierced by sunlight and the water from the trees was dripping less and less. He unbuttoned his raincoat, leaving his button up white shirt and black pants open. He hadn't had time to change from the cafe. His converse sneakers were a little damp but he honestly didn't care. The door swung open and Christopher gazed at the girl from before. He raised his hands up in a gesture of surrender.

"Uh.. just wanted to make sure that you were ok, so please don't taze me," he said softly.

 

She looked down at the ground in a motion of weakness at the moment. She hadn't felt any better, but she was glad he was there at least.
"I won't taze you... Thank you for helping me," she said. Her eyes looked up at Christopher. She seemed shorter than him. Damn if she wasn't so short she might be able to take care of herself. She ruffled her hair slightly.
"Would you like to come in?" she asked smoothly. He seemed okay enough to trust. And she had began to like him.

 

Miranda’s features went from curious, to empathetic in a matter of seconds. It was an adorable gift. She lifted her hand to his, feeling somehow more connected to him now. Her lips curved, compassionately and she threw her arms around Haiden’s neck, though softly. “Thanks,†She said, still hugging. “It really means a lot.†She said, truthfully before retreating to her standard posture, standing shorter forward of Haiden.

She turned towards the door that she saw Bridget open, and the moved her eye back towards Haiden, remembering what they had gone there to retrieve. “Did you get your wallet?†She asked him, still smiling..

 

Christopher nodded gratefully, and let loose a soft smile. He saw a look of slight anger come over her face as she sized him up but he disregarded it. Stepping into the house, he procceeded to stow his jacket in his pack and followed Bridget. She was shorter than him but not much and he thought she looked very friendly. Maybe he was beginning to like her.

"By the way, I don't think I ever caught your name," he said.

 

She chuckled slightly. She lead him to the living room and sat down with gentle care. Her thoughts still clouded and her voice became nothing but the softest and smoothest whisper.
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose...By any other name would smell as sweet." she quoted. Her eyes shifted slowly to him and to her door. She took a deep breath.
"My name is Bridget Nièvre-Blanc" she said standing up with a curtsy.

 

Christopher listened to her quote the line perfectly, with her soft smooth voice and he stood with her. He waited until after she had curtsied and then bowed deeply. He stood and took her hand, kissing it. He had thought that she was just beautiful but she had also revealed her wit and intelligence. He found it a pleasure to speak with her.

"Christopher Atlantique. Pleased to make your aquantince," He said and let her hand go gently.

 

Her low soft chuckle filed the empty room. and she brought her hand closer to her chest. She held her hand firmly against her.
"The pleasure is all mine," she replied. He had seemed perfect to her. His lovely voice, and his warm skin, glistened to the wondrous light around them. She looked down and felt a nervous quiver.
"I hope you don't mind but... I'm in the mood to play something soft. I play according to my mood, and right now, I'm in the best mood i think," she said fittingly. Her eyes shifted to her room and she stared softly.

 

Her eyes were deep and knowing, very wise. She turned her stare towards her room, which Christopher assumed held her instruments. When he heard that she played he was surprised. He wondered what she played and decided to ask her.

"I play as well, the violin. What instrument do you play?"

OOC: Do you play any instruments in real life. I play a couple including violin, trumpet, and piano too.