((A/n* we're both American, so we don't actually know how school works in France. So we're just gonna wing it and hope for the best. I hope you enjoy our story, we worked really hard on it!*))

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Savor the Flavor

"Mio!" Miho yelled. Today was supposed to be a good day. Their first day to their new school was going to be the best. However, Mio was running late.

Definitely, not the way to start a new school.

At Sweet Amoris they were going to start their new lives. After all, their first school was a little . . . hectic.

Miho tapped her foot as she fiercely brushed her deep brown hair, let's just say she wasn't much of a waiter, and Mio's specialty was making Miho wait. Miho muttered unrepeatable words under her breath as she tossed the brush on the couch and clipped her bangs. She just stuck the generic green barrettes on each side of her heart shaped face, causing some hairs to jut out. She didn't bother to fix her hair at all.

Miho looked towards the stairs again, silently simmering, rolling her vivid crimson orbs at the girl not there. Here she was, ready to go, but guess who decides to evolve into a snail on the first day of school.

Now, don't think too badly of Miho. Being a bit impatient was only one of her . . . imperfections. Miho was an athletic girl of sorts. She only played volleyball, basketball, and tennis. Tomboy, a word used so often by her sisters and friends, would be another word to describe her as well. Just because she knew how to stand up for herself and didn't let people walk all over her, she was automatically dubbed as a bit on the "masculine side". Miho scoffed at the thought.

Just then Mio crashed down the stairs. "I'm right here, Miho. Calm down."

Mio, if you hadn't guessed ((A/n* I bet you they didn't*)),is a trusted friend of Miho. Ever since the two were in diapers! She is the same age as Miho and they had they surprisingly had quite a few of the same interests, but they by far were totally different appearance and personality wise. Whereas Miho was a golden caramel in color, Mio's skin was fair and silky like vanilla that stood out due to her midnight black hair. Miho was all for natural, where Mio experimented by adding a paled pink streak in her dark tresses.

Some of their similarities were that they love to draw, but Mio was more so into art and music than her sporty friend. Mio often spoke her mind freely but would usually be interrupted. This curse of sorts caused her to take more initiative, so thinking that no one is listening to her she bluntly says the first thing that is on her mind. A proud instigator and a hater of chick-flicks she was, it is surprising that they are really best friends.

"I can't believe that when we finally move to Paris, and get into a good school, you want to make us late." Miho sighed.

Mio blew her bangs out of her face, "Miho, if you keep yelling at me you're only going to make us even more late." she said with a light chuckle, "Oh man, I would love to see the look on the teacher's face when–"

Miho pulled her by the wrist interjecting her. "Come on already!"

.:: * ::.

The duo huffed as the both of them tried to force air down their lungs. Miho had insisted that they should run all the way her. "It's just a short run." She had said, and a good idea it was at the time, but now here they are sounding like fish on land. At least they had finally made it to the school's campus.

Sweet Amoris High School.

This was where they were destined to spend the rest of their days.

"Tour."

Miho looked over at Mio, only slightly winded now, but more than a little confuse, "huh?"

"Tour," Mio said again, "we should tour the school."

Miho shrugged a reply and headed in the building. Mio followed. Once through the main entrance and down the hall they suddenly came to an abrupt stop. "MIO~!"

Miho virtually cringed, "oh no. H- how?" She looked over to a pleasantly surprised Mio.

Against all odds, there fuddling towards them with his arms spread wide open was Kentin. Little Ken, Ken from their school back in Japan, the one that's had an obsessive crush on Mio for centuries. Mio seemed almost unaffected by the fact that he too traveled all the way from the East and is now in our new school that he had just arrived to. Miho, quite the opposite, and found it creepy as hell.

There were practically hearts in his thick glasses, "oh Mio, what a surprise~! We're together again in the city of love," he grinned stepping closer, breathing harder as he held up a box of cookies in his hands, "and cookies. Want some?"

"Maybe later." Mio politely declined. She and Miho went out the door, leaving a grinning Ken, anticipating for the later date.

Now in the courtyard, Mio may have to stop her jaw from hitting the floor. At the other side of the yard stood to her, a god clad in leather and a red band-T of one of Mio's favorite band, Winged Skulls. A small blush crept upon her face, which Miho just so kindly had to point it out with a snarky comment.

"Hmm, Mio you need a cold shower." She wiggled her brown brows suggestively. "If you need to I can drive you down to Victoria's Secret to- Owwww!" She grunted as she rubbed her side, where Mio's elbow graciously and not-so-gently hit her.

"Miho, be quiet." Mio fiercely whispered to her. Even though at the moment she would of took Miho up on her offer.

"If you aren't going to talk to him, I will." Before she could stop her Miho yelled to the young man, "HEY, OVER THERE!" When the young man turned to her with on irritated scowl Miho continued, "WANNA COME OVER HERE AND GIVE US A TOUR!"

"Miho stop, we can just finish the tour later." Mio dragged her away. "Come on, let's go to class." She sweat-dropped. "If we have any luck the teacher would be as late as us."

Miho laughed. "If we had no luck in Japan then we are not having any luck now." The only response was a hard tug to her arm.

.:: * ::.

Castiel was enjoying the gently breeze before he had to go into class. After all a moment to avoid Nathaniel was an award winning moment.

He was thinking on some new vocals for his band when a voice called out to him. "HEY, OVER THERE! WANNA COME OVER HERE AND GIVE US A TOUR!" Turning to tell them just what he thought of that idea, he saw the two chicks.

The one laughing he assumed was the one who called out to him. She had nice tanned skin and looked as though she worked out. Hair that was a few shades darker then her skin, she seemed more the outdoors type. The one next to her seemed to be the opposite of her. She was pale and had deep black with a section a pale pink. It was a lot longer than the first chick.

The next thing he saw was the black haired chick drags away a laughing brunette. Shaking his head he went to class.

.:: * ::.

Mio was staring at Miho blankly, was she bonkers?!

Miho accusing brow twitch countered Mio's glare. "Why'd ya' do that? We don't know where to go." Miho said.

"Well, maybe if you didn't lose our schedules, Miho!" Mio pointed out exasperatedly before she continued, "And you don't just call someone out to give a tour. Not cool!"

"Instead of bitching at me, why don't you help me find someone to help us." Miho countered stubbornly before walking down the hall as if she knew where to go. Mio, shrugs her shoulders as followed.

Once back inside the school, the two girls walked down a small array of empty white hallways covered in blue lockers and doors. Still lost and trying to find a way to their classroom, finally deciding to choose a random door.

Inside was a young girl their age. Bright red hair in a side ponytail, emerald green eyes, and pale skin, you would think that she was unapproachable her smile made you think differently. She turned to them and smiled wide. "Hello, my name is Iris."

"Hey, I'm Mio," Mio smiled at her in return. ", and this is Miho."

"Yo!" Miho's signature greeting, she stepped up to Iris. "Do you know where Mr. Faraize classroom is."

"This is it, so I guess that means we're classmates now? Awesome." Iris smiled and sat in a seat.

Today was a really hectic day. Wonder what tomorrow will bring.

[[A/n~ so what did you think? Did we do good? Good criticism please, no flames. We'll post the next chapter soon, maybe.~]]

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