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Chapter Fifteen: Nous Sommes Perdus “Let’s stroll through Rt. 4,” she said.  “It’ll be fun, she said.”  Needless to say Georgia is pissed at Burgundy right now.  Of course she would never say that to her face. Earlier that day Burgundy somehow had convinced her to explore the road leading north of Castelia City, probably with the promise of cake.  Ever since being enrolled in the university they stayed in the city and rarely ventured out.  For whatever unholy reason Burgundy wanted to see what was there.  The answer was trees, rocks, and probably poison ivy that one of them brushed against.  Georgia hoped

Chapter Fourteen: Saint Valentin With a decorative bag in one hand Burgundy crept up to Georgia.  Georgia, as usual, was unsuspectingly sitting on the couch enjoying her pastime of watching television.  Just as well since Burgundy had a surprise for her.  She placed the bag on the ground and wrapped her arms around her neck. Georgia playfully cocked an eyebrow at her.  “Well hello, friendly,” she greeted and planted a small peck on her cheek. “Wanna guess what day this is?” Burgundy asked sensually. Oh shit.  Georgia began to panic inwardly.  Today is probably some sort of anniversary or something.  Damn my goldfis

Chapter Thirteen: Ennui Burgundy had an urge to strangle someone right now.  Problem was that the offending individual was her better half.  “Can you please stop doing that?”  She was suddenly slammed with a huge dissertation that she had to write in a week and a half and Georgia was of course being a little shit about it. “I’m not touching you,” Georgia sang, holding her index finger about a centimeter away from Burgundy’s right temple. “You know how important this is,” Burgundy scolded, looking over the top of her purple-rimmed glasses. “It should be easy, right?” Georgia asked

Chapter Twelve: Téléphone Cellulaire “No, I’m not going home…Because you don’t accept me for who I am, that’s why...I realize you think that…Well, until you do, you both can just shove your prejudice right up your…I AM TWENTY FUCKING YEARS OLD…No, I won’t clean up my language…Well, fuck you too!”  Georgia hit the end button and threw her cell phone across the room.  The stress on her shoulders threatened to crush her very soul.  Tears crept up, but she forced them back.  After a few moments she crept out of her room. Burgundy was on the couch with a glazed

Chapter Eleven: Roman D'Amour A solitary brown strand of hair fell into her view.  The green-haired man in front of her gently pushed it away.  Then their eyes locked, and in that brief moment of time their life stories were told—all their trials, struggles, friendships, enemies, and ambitions—more so than words can describe.  In that brief moment of time were lips quivered.  His mouth moved closer slowly at first, as if to ask for permission.  A tilt of her chin was all that he needed.  At that moment— “What the hell kind of drivel is this?!” Burgundy jumped back into reality, all thanks to Georgia’s ou

Chapter Ten: Joues Bordeaux Today we find our two heroes at the Castelia City Mall.  They weren’t really doing anything more than browsing—most everything was either too expensive or they just didn’t really need.  Nonetheless it was fun for Burgundy to see Georgia ask some random new employee at a game store about some random comment.  Soon lunch rolled around and mostly because they didn’t feel like going home to even make a sandwich they found themselves ordering cheeseburgers at the food court. “Why does everyone have to be busy?” Burgundy whined as Georgia placed their food on the table. “Becau

Chapter Nine: Pain De Viande What was in front of Burgundy’s eyes was what most war tribunals consider a war crime.  The smell was the least offending thing.  If she hadn’t been told what it was she would’ve burned it before it laid eggs or something. It was Georgia’s meatloaf and she wanted Burgundy to try it. Growing up Burgundy had been fed all kinds of grotesque food that the family’s restaurants had thrown together even to this day, but she couldn’t just run for the hills now.  What have I done to deserve this, Arceus? “Well, it would be quite…solid,” Burgundy mustered, poking it

Chapter Eight: Vin When Georgia noticed that the door was unlocked she knew something was up.  Even if Burgundy had managed to come home early she would lock the door.  Hesitantly she opened the door and was hit with an odor that she usually would associate with a bar.  Now she was even more puzzled.  She usually doesn’t drink at home because Burgundy didn’t like dealing with drunk Georgia. “You’re home~” an intoxicated Burgundy sang, throwing her arms around Georgia and giving her a really tight hug. “Have you been drinking?” Georgia asked rhetorically. “Just a little smuch,” Burgundy