Author's notes :
Hey reader!
So, here a story with an awfully basic storyline. What's funny : it's soooo an american soap opera plot, yet i can't even speak proper english... Yah, it's a trap! See if you can understand my writing!
So here is the first warning : english not being my mother tongue, you might have some difficulty passing the first sentence. But come on, give it a try, I promise it's short!
disclaimer : I own nothing (which is good), all that's related to the world of bleach belong to Tite Kubo.
rated T for mild coarse language, feel free to correct me.
"Hey carro... Kurosaki. Would you go to the prom with me?"
The dark-haired girl was proud of herself : she had struggled not to call the giant carrot top as she had always dubbed him in her head. Actually, she had never spoken to him before. She did not spoke to freaking giant people. So, what if in her opinion it meant half of the highschool students?
Renji was tall too. But she knew him since forever, and she had been taller than him at one point, she was sure - despite his denying -, and that has to fucking count for something. But in truth, they were not in speaking term at the moment, so yeah, she did not speak to giant people. Period... Whatever.
Who cared, anyway? And by the way, the carrot-blinding-eyes-haired guy was still rummaging in his freaking high locker - everything was always so damn freaky when it came to him, the freak monster, she decided - , totally ignoring her. The little devil smirked as she stomped on the nearest foot. He was clearly begging for it.
"What the ?" was the lightly muffled response of the messed-up teenager. He stuck out his head from the locker, hairs even more out of place than the girl was used to, and searched the area. At his eye level. Of course.
Her patience wearing thin, she crushed a second time the poor foot, more forcefully this time, and her smirk made a wider comeback as his head instantly shoot to her, a hurtful look messing his nice features as he then took in the scene of her heel still embedded in his right shoe. She cringed internally for the whiplash, but her satisfaction was enough to maintain her attitude. "When the lady ask a question, it's the gentleman's duty to answer, you dumbass." She stated smugly.
He smirked back, a strange spark lighting in the back of his eyes, and proceeded to look innocently aroud him "A lady? Where to?"
Tss. She didn't have time for this. Reigning in her temper, she asked again, putting back with all her might her mask of the goody-two-shoes girl, all sugar "As a peace offering, I propose to grant you a rare favor : would you escort me to the prom ball, Kurosaki?"
He stopped his mock survey to look back at her. He didn't looked surprised or anything, but the previous tiny spark in his honey eyes had disappeared, and he now considered her with a dull stare. He straightened - making her feel so damn small -, pretended to think about it by looking away for good measure, shrugged, and turned back to his locker.
She was a hair away to punch his side when his answer came as he pulled free the sport bag he had been stuffing.
"Sure thing, midget."
Author's notes :
Short, right?
Feel free to review, even (please do) to point out every damn mistake. It'll be my pleasure to correct it.
Just know, if you liked it (are you on drugs?), there's a second chapter ready. I think this one stand alone fine, but the second does offer some enlightment on the situation.
To tell the truth, I have in head a full plot, but I like the lightness of the written chapters. I'm afraid the whole story could ruin the fuzzy feeling it has right now (at least for me ^^).
Go ahead and ask for more if you feel like it, and don't forget to criticize. Just give reasons for it, I tend to turn blind to mean-without-an-explanation comments, and see sparkles rain on my screen instead.
Farewell!