After dad had notified the teacher and Aston's guardian we went to the hospital to have my ankle checked and taking care of my broken ankle was my dad's friend from the pro circuit, Dr. Aren Sung but I just call him uncle Aren.
"Oh and who might this little blonde boy be?" Uncle said with a menacing smile pointed towards Aston. Uncle Aren was what you would call an old tsundere. He loves me but doesn't show it. In fact he never really shows it directly. Quote on quote "directly". He was quite handsome and has had plenty of girlfriend but because of his pain in the butt personality they all broke up with him, which is why he's still moderately dating but no one really expects him to actually ever get married.
"Really uncle I'm fine, no need to seem so vicious."
"What are you talking about Eli this is how I am with all of my patients just ask your dad."
"He's right. When I was still fighting in the pros he would always have this stoic expression on his face." That might be true but on the inside he was more like, "So this is the punk that hurt Eli? I want to kill him so bad right now but I'm more worried about Eli!! Who would even want to make my precious little girl fall? Ahh she's so cute but I can't actually say it out loud damn it, I'll just have to keep myself contained and give her that teddy bear I bought for her a week ago later tonight."
You think I'm joking but last year for my birthday I got an anonymous letter that literally said nothing and was delivered by a strange Santa Claus that was just as doting as my dad and before he left the Santa gave me a tickets and fast passes for three to a nearby amusement park and a 500 dollars to spend it on anything I wanted.
"Uh I'm a classmate of Eli-"
"Elizabeth. Don't be getting all informal, you just met her."
"Uncle, please it's ok we're only 7." Uncle Aren then turned his head away from me, like a true tsundere and said, "It's not that, I just feel like addressing someone with such informalities when you don't even know them is rude. Especially when an adult is present." Wow I knew everyone either absolutely loved or hated the heroine but this is ridiculous.
Uncle Aren calmed down and brought me into his office to look at my ankle. It wasn't so bad that I couldn't dance anymore, but I still couldn't perform for at least 6 weeks. I'm depressed about it of course, that magic show I did was really cool. I wanted to experiment more with my magic.
"Looks like a pretty bad sprain. The bone isn't really broken but you should lay off of it for a while. Any more stress like that and it might mean the end of your future as a dancer. Try and be more careful from now on okay Eli?"
"I promise Uncle Aren, but what do I do about school, I'm on a dance scholarship. If I don't perform then I might not be able to stay."
"Mmh true, but so long as you have a doctor's note you should be fine for a couple of weeks. So long as you keep your grades up there shouldn't be a problem." Uncle Aren handed me the papers for my release with a bashful look on his face. Kind of made me want to tease him a little. I lunge a bit forward gave him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. Gross, but then again I was a little girl now and whenever I would see a tsundere character in an anime all I wanted to do was just jump into the screen and give them a big smooch just to get a reaction. It was totally worth it.
"Thanks Uncle Aren!!" I jumped on him from the check up bed and gave him a small peck on the cheek. The fact that I was kissing a 30 year old man made me want to throw up but the expression on his face, priceless. He was as red as a tomato and made that expression a typical tsundere character makes when something cute and awkward happens. His mouth was open slightly, his brain couldn't comprehend what was happening and his eyes were spinning. It was hilarious.
"Uwahhh- uh um..." Maybe I shouldn't be teasing a fully grown adult man? His face was funny but he seemed a bit more shocked then I thought he would be....
"Eli are you ok sweetie?" Once my dad popped out his head from the door Uncle Aren immediately regain his composure.
"Daddy brought a nice and shiny wheel chair for you."
"She's not that injured you know. Crutches will be just fine for her."
"How mean Arry!!!! You know what happens to people who use crutches for a long time, they get bruises on their armpits and calluses on their palms!!"
"A few weeks on crutches won't do anything. Besides I'm pretty sure you'll just be carrying her around everywhere at home anyways." This could on for a while. Either way I just took the wheelchair and left the room for the both of them to argue.
When I wheeled myself off to the waiting room I saw Aston yelling at a vending machine. I forgot he was a sheltered rich boy, he's probably never even seen half of the things in that vending machine.
"I demand you give me my snacks you confounded mechanical menace!!!" Apart of me wanted to help him, but another part of me wanted to keep watching.
"God damn it!!!!" I kept on watching for another 5 minutes. At first it was funny, but now it's just sad. He kept kicking it and talking to it like an actual person.
"Alright move over rich boy let me take care if it."
"Stop right there!!!" Wow he was really persistent in winning this battle. I look over at the tiny little screen and it still says "please insert method of payment". I'm gonna guess that he's never actually had to pay for anything in his life.
"Uh you do realize you need money for this thing to work right?"
"Of course I know I'm not an idiot I already gave the damn thing some money but it just keeps giving me my money back!!" I peer over at his hand. The only thing he was carrying was a 100 dollar bill. Of course the machine wouldn't take his money there's a limit. I take out 5 dollars from my pocket and showed him how to properly do it.
"Which one do you want?" I said with a blank gaze, being so over this situation. He pointed towards the gummy bears and I input the number for the candy and the machine finally spit it out. I gave him the candy and he was so awestruck and embarrassed by what actually happened. Once he had the candy in his hands he had this bashful embarrassed look on his face, like Uncle Aren 5 minutes ago.
"Uh-uh-um...."
"How about a thank you? You were going at it for a good 7 minutes you know."
"Uwaah?!? You saw that?" He was starting to remind me of Uncle Aren. He then began sulking in corner nibbling on his gummy bears. This would be the moment someone would come to console him, I wasn't that person.
"You know you're going to have to pay for the damages you did to that poor vending machine you know?" For some reason I could audibly hear an arrow being shot nearby when I said that.
"Also there is a sign in the machine that says that it'll only accept bills no bigger than 20 dollars right? Did you miss it or did you just figure it would just work out if you put a hundred dollars into a machine that only sells two dollar candy?" I heard another three arrows being shot in this direction and with each sound Aston was getting more and more pinned down.
"Well see you at school."
"You're not even gonna try and comfort me!?!" He said back at me as I was trying to leave. Man what a pain in the ass. I'm giving up on being friendly with this guy. Screw repercussions, I cannot stand being in the same room as this jackass.
"Look if you want sympathy get it somewhere else. Not only have you broken my ankle you also won't get off my back." Aston was confused. Usually people would flock to him just to hear him talk, but me I wanted nothing to do with him. He found me curiouser and curiouser with each passing moment.
"Why are you treating me like this? Normally people are so nice and sweet to me. They treat me as if I'm some sort of messiah for the arts." That's because no one really knows who you are. Since you're a kid in most interviews they would pan off to your manager or pr person while focusing the camera on you. The second you would open your big mouth was when they would cut to commercial.
"Just because you're pretty good at playing the piano doesn't mean your a good person. Your a good person because of your actions and character. Look at what you've done as soon as we met. You've pressured me into doing something I didn't really want to do, then I catch you from falling and break my ankle and tell me it's my fault. Does that sound like a good person to you?"
"But I'm Aston Izumi. I assumed all would be forgiven if I was well me." I clocked him on the head.
"Ow, what was that for?" He said while rubbing his head.
"You idiot, being rich and famous or popular doesn't discriminate you from your actions. Just because your the famous Aston Izumi doesn't mean that everything you do will make people fall to the ground and now before you. After all, you just met someone that doesn't right here." He didn't want to admit it, but I was right. Everything in his life was pretty much handed to him. Money, power, status, talent; he figured that he was above everyone ever since he was born so he acted as such. He never realized the repercussions of his actions until now. I extended out my hand to him to help him up from the floor. He took it and I felt his hand getting hotter and hotter. Oh no what have I done, instead of me falling for him at first I made him fall for me?!?!?! I can't run away now I have to do something that'll make him hate me or at least dislike me a little.
"Pfft, hahahahah!!"
"Uh why are you laughing?" Aston asked while I was straining a laugh out.
"It's just I've never seen anyone stupid enough to not know how a vending machine works." He started to turn red again but something was different. Instead of retaliating back he just crawled up into a ball and began sulking again. Crap I didn't make him at me I made him embarrassed at himself. What was happening? This isn't the egotistical kid from a minute ago?
"Young master!!!" A strange man in a suit came from the end of the hall way. I think he was one of Aston's bodyguards.
"Young master you had me worried. When I received that call from that demon I was worried for your safety." Demon? You mean my dad?
"Eli I got an early lunch so I'll walk you home." This time dad was coming from the other end of the hallway. Aston's bodyguard then realized why he got called in the first place.
"Ah- I'm terribly sorry the young master had done something to you didn't he young lady." He bowed his head down to me said sorry for Aston.
"I am so sorry for the young master's actions. Please find it in your heart to forgive him." When his bodyguard said that Aston also knelt down.
"No you don't have to forgive me for what I did. It was entirely my fault and I'm sorry. I was rude when I shouldn't have." Both me and the bodyguard were in awe. WHO WAS THIS KID?!?!?!