Miki's fingers flew over the keyboard. She was typing a story, hopefully the first one she'd ever finish, and, if she was lucky, get it published. But more often than not, she abandoned her stories half way through, always because of various reasons, sometimes writer's block, sometimes because of lousy plots, but they never were finished. Her friends tried to get her to socialise more, but she usually was content to stay inside. Her friend, Masami, which everyone called Sami, was especially interested in getting her out more.

Usually people like Miki would be a fan of a show or book, or, at the very least, a Tumblr addict, but Miki was none of these. She was far more interested in typing her stories than watching a stupid show, or become (god forbid) a fangirl. She shuddered. Those people were nightmares... Especially when she insulted their ships. She winced. Her hair was still choppy and un-even, and it was too short to cut to the shortest point. She had a scar on her face because of that encounter that started from under her right eye to her chin. It was fading, luckily. Contrary to the popular belief, scars on the face weren't cool, they were a nuisance to cover up, because it made her look like some fighter girl. Which she wasn't. She was absolute crap at sports. Seriously. Miki growled at her computer. It sat there. She saved her latest story idea to her USB drive, and shut down her computer, and tucked it in her carrying case.

Glancing at the digital clock on her nightstand, she almost died right there and then. It was only 10:00 AM. On Friday. Of a five day weekend. What. The. Hell. Oh... She stayed up all night. Again... Crap... Miki scampered quickly to her bed and tried to mess it up to look as if she slept in it, but heavy steps interrupted her frantic faking. She was screwed. The door to her room opened. She dove onto her bed in a last ditch attempt. Her mother stood in front of her bed, as if she had no idea what to think of Miki. She finally said,

"Miki Antonia De Fiore. Your father and I have given you many chances..."

Miki began to tune her out. It's not like this wasn't the normal weekend routine anyway.

"...Out! Young lady, if you have enough energy to stay up all night, you can most certainly go outside! Call a friend! Go to the mall! But do something!"

Miki's head snapped up in surprise. This... Was not happening... On a five day weekend. No. Nope. About ten minutes later, she was shown that this was definitely happening. Stumbling a bit, she was shoved out of the house, and given $100. She was instructed not to come back until she spent it all, and not on books, coffee, or anything that would cater to her unhealthy habits. For the love of god, what the hell was she supposed to do!? As soon as she got a decent distance away from her cookie cutter house, she pulled out her phone, and called Sami.

"Yello! This is the Queen of Awesome speaking!"

"Hi Sami..."

"Miki! To what apocalypse do I have to thank for your elusive self calling me on a weekend?"

"...My mother."

"Jeez! No one says that anymore! Anyways, tell her that I'm bringing over a sculpture of Tumblr Fandoms over to your house tomorrow!"

"...I'm not in the house." Silence. Miki supposed that was to be expected. She never actually left her house unless it was absolutely necessary. Sami ended the silence.

"...What? Can you repeat that? Did I hearify you well and correct?"

"You heard me. I'm not saying it again."

"...Great! So, I have this thing that I want someone to come with me for! Can you come with me?"

"No."

"Excellent! I'll— Hold your peaches, what the pencil did you just say?"

"No."

"...I am sincerely apologising before hand. I and I are quite sorrier that I had to do this." She hung up.

Miki pocketed her phone, and waited. Three minutes later, her phone rang again. "Sorry so, before I go, where are you?"

"I don't see any reason to tell you."

"Too bad, Mikiki, I'm at your fair cutter cookie dwelling!"

"...I'm not outside there."

"But you're close, dear De Fiore!"

"...Maybe."

"Aha! Found you!"

And indeed, a normal looking grey Honda SUV pulled up to the corner of the sidewalk she stood on. The window rolled down, revealing Sami's older brother, Daichi, with a pair of black sunglasses, and said, "Get in loser. We're going fandom hunting." Miki sighed. She was used to Daichi acting as geeky and weird as Sami. She got in the car. Sami was sitting on the other side. Her glossy black hair was pulled into a ponytail, and her grey eyes sparkling with unspoken laughter. Her skin was pale as a ghost, her black hair making her look even paler. Miki supposed Sami would be considered pretty, but her weirdness was enough to drive any guy away. Miki suddenly straightened up, when a thought struck her. "Where are we going?" Sami smirked, and she was fairly sure Daichi was smirking as well. Sami spoke up,

"Weeeeeeeelll..."

Miki glared at her.

"Stop drawing it out and spit it out!"

Sami grinned in a manner reminiscent to the Cheshire Cat, and exclaimed,

"We're going to a fandom convention!"

A/N Ha! TOSK here! So, what do you think of this so far? I'd say review, but I think we've all heard that way too many times! Updates will be once a week, and I think that's all! Oh! Disclaimer! The ONLY things I own, are the idea for the story, and Miki, Sami, and Daichi (as well as anyone related to them). I don't own the fandoms, I don't own conventions, and I most certainly don't own Tumblr. So lawyer, COME AT ME BRO!

TOSK, is, OUT!