SherlockedHazza

Watching you dance your heart out in the streets of Milan from his balcony, Lovino Vargas rested his chin in the palm of his hand and sighed at how marvelous you looked down there. Tonight was Vigila di Natale, also known as Christmas Eve, and everyone was out in the streets celebrating despite the small amount of snow that had fallen the previous day. People were out dancing, singing, eating and of course drinking. Lovino wasn't much of a party person to be begin with and besides, he liked leaning over his balcony and watching what people were up to. The city at night was such a beautiful thing to see with all of its lights and music. But t

That morning, Jim and Doppler refused to stop blabbering about their upcoming voyage. They were like two ten year old girls, jumping all around and squealing (in a manly way of course). Sarah tried to calm them down several times, but to no avail. She looked extremely worried and you could see she had not slept very well the night before. You walked up to her and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. She looked up at you and smiled, seeing your kind look. "Don't worry, Sarah. Everything will work out just fine." "I know... But I'm worried about everything these days. You have everything ready? Clothes? Wig?" While Jim and Doppler were asl

"So, what do you wanna get for dinner? Chinese? McDonald's? Lebanese? Italian?" You and your best friend, Lovino, were lazily sitting on your basement's couch while watching the third season of Game of Thrones. Dinnertime was coming up and you could begin to hear your belly growling, demanding food immediately. "No. No. No. And no, I've had enough italian food in my life so far, thank you very much!" Whined the brunet. He sunk into the dark blue sofa and blew a curly strand of dark brown hair out of his face. You rolled your eyes, sunk into the couch next to him and sighed loud enough so he could hear it. He's worse than a four year old...

"I'm sorry... Did you say Treasure Planet?" You asked, lost and confused. "I never thought it really existed... This is... I can't even explain what I'm feeling at the moment!" Blabbered Doppler as he turned in circles around the light green floating planet. "Mom, you remember those stories you used to read to me as a kid? This is it! Mom, do you realize what this means?" Squealed Jim on the other side of the room. Sarah looked at him and shook her head sideways. "Jim, no... No way I'm letting you do this." Your eyelids half covered your eyes in annoyance. Nobody in this room seemed to be paying attention to you at the moment. "GUYS! WHAT

Digging your fingers into the sand, you closed your eyes shut and embraced the feeling of the wind in your neck. The salty air mixed with the scent of the water, dancing its way up your nose and filling your thoughts with daydreams. "Magnifique, isn't it?" sighed a voice behind you. You calmly opened your eyelids and nodded, still not knowing who was behind you. "Indeed, it is. I try to come here as often as possible. The sea is my remedy for everything." And for the first time since the stranger's arrival, you turned your head around to look at him. A tall man. Sandy blond shoulder length hair, a bit of stubble freckled across his chin a

"__________? ________, wake up. We're here." Stretching your arms out like an exhausted cat, you rubbed the sleep away from your eyes and looked around confusingly. Jim was above you, looking down at you with an also exhausted expression on his tired face. "W-Wha?..." You mumbled, yawning. "We're at Doppler's house. C'mon, I'll help you get up." Jim looped his arm around your waist and pulled you out of Doppler's carriage. You weren't fully awake yet and visions of your previous dream still appeared in your head. "The pirates... They're coming... James, they're coming." Jim sighed and pretended to flick your head with his fingers. "Don't

"Mom, he's hurt... bad!" Groaned Jim as he let something heavy fall onto the wooden floor. You were still behind the kitchen door, so you couldn't see what he dropped or what was happening. "Me chest, son..." Whimpered an unfamiliar and coarse voice. You stuck your ear to the door in order to hear more of what was happening on the other side. "Jim, what is going on?! Who is this man?" Yelled his mother. "His ship crashed at the end of the road so I went to go help him but then he began babbling about cyborgs and pirates so I brought him here!" Jim sounded stressed. As you leaned more against the door, you completely forgot that this door o

The next couple of days were fine, if you had to say. After your little talk with Jim the other night you have to admit it did both of you some good. You made Jim promise he'd try and stay out of trouble in school for his mother's sake. And for the grades, you offered to tutor him since you were quite the straight-A student back in school before you dropped out. And to be fair, Jim made you promise not to speak of your little "adventure" dream to anybody else. He was convinced that he was able to make that dream happen and if it were to become true, he wouldn't want anybody else knowing where you two would be going. You found his enthusiasm c

"Young lady, could I have some prune juice please?" An old woman with red curly hair, green skin and tentacles as hands asked you as you passed by her table with a tray full of dirty glasses and silverware. "Of course, Mrs. Duhnwoody! Just give me a second, I'll be right back." You replied with a cheerful tone. Truth be told, that woman was starting to get on your nerves. You were surprised you hadn't some sort of breakdown yet. Getting near the kitchen door, you made a 180 degrees turn and pushed it open with your backside in order to keep you from dropping all of your dishes. You walked over to the large sink, where Sarah was already clea