Disclaimer:Truth be told...I'm actually glad that I don't own gravitation! Do you know what Maki Murakami writes in the little fill in boxes?!
Rating is Teen, half cuz I don't know how to do a X-rated scene, and half is that I'm just confusedc as to what to put it.
AN:This doesn't really have a main POV, just whoever it's talking about. This story is a Hiro/OC, so if you think that you don't have enough detail about her then tell me.
Proloque
GuitarMaster43:Hey, what's going on?
Onpu1687:Not much just sitting in my room GuitarMaster43:Bored?
Onpu1687:Not too much. I have to go in a bit.
GuitarMaster43:Awww! Do you remember what today is?
Onpu1687:What?
GuitarMaster43:This is the day we first met Onpu1687:It really has been a year hasn't it?
GuitarMaster43:Yep, well...one entire year and we still haven't met. I was hoping to spend the day talking.
Onpu1687:I'm sorry...gotta go! Once again, I'm sorry GuitarMaster43:Well I-
Onpu1687 has logged off. Unable to send message
"Dang it! yelled silently, Hiroshi and put his hand to his forehead. Hiroshi Nakano is the guitarist of the popular Japanese rock band: Bad Luck. At only 19 he had his own apartment and a motorcycle to take him where he needed to go.
He cursed to himself and closed his laptop. Getting up from his spot, he walked over to the door and opened it, only to be greeted with a hand in mid-air about to knock, which belonged to his young roommate. "Um, uh..yeah," "Hey," was his response." I w-wanted t-to ask if you could give me a ride to...to work, but if you're busy I under-" "It's ok, are you ready now?" he interrupted "Um, yeah. I just have to get my bag," she answered. She turned around and disappeared into her room then came back out with a backpack. Even though she mostly only used it for work, she took it 'almost' everywhere she went when she first started living here with him. On that note, he really never knew what she carried in it in the first place.
The ride to her job was a quiet one. Hiroshi freshly remembered the day when he invited the sixteen year old into his home. Took some time to get used to though. "Ano...Hiro?" "Yes?" "Do you remember?..."
A story is like a life. Prolques are the babies of literature.
I can't add anymore cuz that would mess up the other chapters. Please R & R!