Only Yours

"The worldwide phenomenon and worldwide stars have come back with a bang!" "Sparkles were waiting patiently for this comeback, which however was on Tuesday evening at 4 when the Youtube breaking boy band broke further records of gaining 25 crore view in less than a day." "Spectacular 5 always has been nominated for the Social awards, Artist of the Year, Tackle the Hackle, and much more. Without a doubt, their fans would bring them another stream of achievements and rewards! For more news, keep waiting on Halloween Special Kenya channel..." The TV hummed its speeches, as it hung from a window sill, bowing in a leaned position as if to show respect towards those arrived at the cafe. Latte was shining brightly with often customers in the morning, while a busy body of a waiter whose looks were treated as 'out of the world' worked hard. Sitting in one of the corners in a way the TV was perceived well, Emma sat with her head in her palms, playing his image again and again in her head. Sitting across was Yami, her Polish dress making her quite attractive, much to the surprise of even the waiter boy who couldn't control from asking her out. "A coffee for a sandwich?" "Yeah sure, if it is alright with you" '....Wow!..." Saying so, the young boy had sprinted off to get her a cup of extra coffee powder with delicacies. However, Emma wasn't acknowledging either of them, much to the annoyance of her childhood friend. "Why so should you be as quiet as a hummingbird? Still obsessed with Spectacular 5?": Emma wasn't in the mood to answer the question. Neither could she actually just spill out a lie because of the meager fact that the main vocal c*m sexy dancer whose pseudonym went by the infamous Yolo, the funny and f*****g crazy guy whose hearts belonged to every girl alive, had been on a date with her. "Still Yolo's fan?" She nodded, with a sigh. Not just a fan...Something more... She wished she could talk, and tell her, only if she wasn't an ** addict and follower of every boy band existing in the world. "Look, Emma. Ever since we were ten, we used to adore music. It became a help from your depression attacks, and the fits I had. I on the other hand still is a fan, but would never regret if they marry or make children" Her flinch was lost in the commotion of her lecture. "But you. You are obsessed, Girl You are addicted to his photos, his idol videos, and the music. I DON'T GET IT!" Her childish anger spluttered and for once, Emma looked up in the sulking to meet her eyes. She was teary but wiped it off like a pro after feeling for the platter which had arrived specially for her. Emma failed to meet the waiter's eyes too because all that remained were fears. The fears she held in since last night. The dark Highway where she had been held in an embrace, and a pretty kiss where Elijah lifted her face for more, she had held back, He hesitated to kiss her, or roll his tongue with the saliva. He was disappointed. But she couldn't make sure, now that she think about it again. Because her sixth sense told her they were being watched. There surely was a pair of blinking white spots among the dark forests. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "So?" Emma wasn't in the mood for a fight, so she shrugged off the matter with the high volumes. However, Maria wasn't in the perfect mood to just let it go. She was now swinging her hips in question. "Kidding me?" The former gave what she could. A high blaring sound of the reporters and the most deserving ignorance. "I SAID YOU BLOODY JOKING?" The scream rushed across the walls, barged in and out while a fed up Emma remained sitting on the couch, her specs on the bridge of her nose, much to her annoyance. This according, to her would reach nowhere, except for some more anonymous topics dragged from the past to the passerby taking glimpses to check if everything is alright. She, on second thoughts, didn't want it now. "Maria, please...Can you leave me alone?" But Emma should have known what she wanted because tears came trickling down her lethargic self as she stormed inside the kitchen. Emma huffed, grabbed the remote from the squeeze of the sofa, and switched the black new editioned i***t box, off. Instead of walking inside to her books, she trudged into the kitchen with sloppy limbs. Something she had never tried but because someone had said, she looked crazy amazing if she adopted such manners. "Maria~~~' The way it slipped from her lips, as she walked closer to the figure slicing vegetables slowly, with her back in a bent which must have shown how hard it was, crumbled on the touch. Emma couldn't even understand, how anything like this would bring change. How as he had said, would a hug bring the melt in the distress. "..I am sorry, little one. Should have known my mood would hurt you" It was her apology. Emma's first apology. She had never said sorry, not to friends who betrayed her by fishing gossips out of the blue, not to teachers who talked behind her back, and never to parents who had separated at her first birthday party. She had never learned the meaning of such emotions, because of how she had lived. Because of how she was forced to. Maria's back flinched a little by the affection, turning the silence into quiet beauty. "Am I dreaming?" She mocked, while an astonished yet joyous Emma sneered, "Go dream in your dreams. Nevertheless, this seems to be happening" It was mere comfort, while the embrace turned from a short touch to a beautiful hilarious playfulness as Emma put forward her arms, slicing the vegetables in a way she mimicked everyone. Maria spilled out her laughter, which dried off the weariness that hung behind her tears. "Madam will be back soon" Emma didn't want to know. She would ask what was for dinner, more than that. "She is busy. Today, it was three interviews in a row after the schedules" "Dad?" The only matter she had wanted to inquire. "Last case in the court. He is tensed. Poor Master" She sighed. It was a funny life, for everyone who lived in her house. For those who adored her, and who didn't. A brother who ran off when he was seventeen, and here she was, stuck between fighting parents who competed in success because she was a girl, trapped behind the bars. However, Maria's arrival had changed quite a few matters. "What about you? When are you leaving......?" The question brought the wince again. Maria turned, to face her once again and she choked on seeing tears. Emma had been stubborn she wouldn't break down, but now that she couldn't hide the fact that she wanted Maria's love and care, she had fallen. ".....You are gonna leave too...." The maid couldn't disagree when she knew how four members were waiting for her back home. Now, she was helpless. "Emma...." Saying, she brought up the weary face of the lovely one, who had given her life amidst the tiring household. "Know what? Why don't we go together?" Emma gasped. "I will ask Madam and Master. It's summer break right? Why don't we pack ourselves for Haneun city?" -------- "Off we go!', screamed Falcon. He was as excited as a baby, and his childishness brought sighs from the other four. One was in the shower, giggling, sharing the excitement of the youngest who was checking which colognes wouldn't be expired by the period of four months of tour. "Weren't we expecting this?", the bragger and funny Tatoo spoke, his fingers playing Piano Tiles hard. "Well, we weren't so confident as last time. Don't forget the rumors!', added Key, the main dancer who was tuning to their new album songs while sharing his dance moves, which were a mix of sexy and talent. His shoes shined while every step brought forward different beauty. "Rumours don't lessen my excitement. Yolo, we are gonna rock America...woah!", screamed Lion, the main rapper who had just finished bathing, naked and dripping wet. The other boys failed to notice that, thankfully. However, Yolo couldn't agree. He wasn't as excited as ever, which was caught into attention by the other four. "Yolo?" He was staring at his phone. His lips quivered, the fingers slipped into his hair in shock. Everyone who stood there jumped to their feet, as they enquired. "Yolo, is everything okay?" He couldn't nod. The handsome guy was afraid, exhausted, and shocked. Sweat kept dripping faster than Lion's bathrobe, while he bit his hand in vexation. "YOLO!" The former came back to the present, his eyes teary and wet. His throat dried up. "Guys-s-s......I am sorry..." "Whatever for?", the four uproared.