Lucky number seven
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that related to Power Rangers.
:: There're no such things as Power Rangers. Tommy and Kimberly were in the University at the moment.
:: Another TK AU. Yeah, it seems that's the only thing I wrote lately so please don't get bored of me. Hope you like this one.
Tommy put down the Michael Jackson's album back to its place while keeping one eye at the front counter. Today was like any other Saturday afternoon; people planning on their Saturday night dates, some struggling with the upcoming exams and others just walking aimlessly in the slightly crowded music store, which is just like what Tommy did.
For Tommy today was different. Okay, so he still got a pathetic C- for Mr. Preston's world history class essay and J.J. or Joanne James was still trying to ask him out on a date to the new club downtown. Rocky told him that his friend, who by chance was also J.J.'s acquaintance, said that J.J. wouldn't mind to get hot and sweaty in the back of Tommy's fourwheel after that. But this Saturday was simply unlike any other Saturday OR any other day for the past six months for that matter. He had made up his mind and he wouldn't leave this place until he did what he had set out to do. He mustn't put this off again or he could go crazy. This was about his sanity.
So there he was, a determined Tommy Oliver, standing between the Pop and Jazz section aisles. He nervously tugged at his ponytail, a habit that he had developed since his hair was long enough to be pulled up in a ponytail.
Standing behind the counter was Kimberly Hart. She went to the AGU as well and while she wasn't in the same major as him, Tommy quite knew one or two things about her. For instance, Kim didn't go to Angel Grove High, she didn't even live in California until recently. She moved from all the way across the country to this town because her Dad was transferred by his company. Her parents divorced when she was in junior high school and ever since then she had been staying with her father. Kimberly was a gymnast and as far as he'd observed, she enjoyed doing backflips as much as he loved practising karate and she's really good at it.
Okay, for the record, he was not a stalker! He just… knew. That's all. He heard snippets from his friends' conversations and six months were obviously not a short period of time.
And she's beautiful. Simply beautiful. Oh, and Kim loved kids too. She was one of those volunteers at the Angel Grove Memorial Hospital's Children Care.
He. Was. Not. A. Stalker.
Tommy was accompanying his Dad, who sprained his ankle from falling from the stairs, when he caught a glimpse of the brunette talking with a nurse. Then the middle aged woman walked over to his Dad and him, giving his father some advises about the leg. And when he was thanking her on behalf of his father,-not that Mr. Oliver couldn't-, Tommy asked her about the petite girl.
See? He was just lucky.
Rocky had mocked him for being such a coward countless time. It's not like Tommy had never had a girlfriend before, but somehow, anyhow, there's just something about her that made him nervous. Kim and the prospect of talking to her made his heart skip one beat. Two days from today it would be officially seven months since he… found her to be very interesting and intriguing. He might not know her in person so it's not his place to say that she was this or that, but he's sure that he wanted a chance to get to know her. Using Rocky's expression…'She's like a book that you're dying to read'…emphasized at the word 'dying'. Okay, that's just totally Rocky.
Tommy sighed. To be friends with her first and then after that… well, better not think about that right now. Oh yeah, and the most important thing was, Kimberly had no boyfriend. She's single. That's a major relief because he's not the only guy trying to get her attention.
The first and only time he ever talked to her was that time two months ago when they were together in the fund raiser committee for AIDS. It lasted not more than five seconds.
" Hi, may I borrow this?" Kim pointed at the calculator sitting on his desk. "I think I miscalculated,"
It shocked him that she suddenly came up to him like that. But thank God, his brain was still functioning and he replied, " Of course,"
Tommy didn't realize that he had moved to the cashier and stood at the side without doing anything until someone shouted from the back, telling him to hurry up.
He blinked. But this counter was supposed to be closed!
" Yeah, can I help you?" Kim, who apparently had moved from the third counter, asked patiently with that bright smile that Tommy reckoned should be forbiden to be shown around here.
Damn she looked good in that tight, light pink t-shirt. Tommy…you really should be ashamed for having the nerve to think about that in a 'life and death' situation like this!
" I…," the long haired guy stammered, looking for something that he could use… Tommy grabbed the nearest CD with black and blue cover and put it on the counter. " yeah, I want to listen to this, please,"
Kim looked at him for a long moment, her eyes twinkling with a well hidden amusement. Being looked at with those brown eyes that he had been dreaming of for so long started getting at him.
" Are you sure?" she asked.
" Yep," he frowned slightly, not having a slightest clue what made her smile. Tommy watched with relief as she shrugged and opened the plastic wrapper. He didn't even know that he could do that here. It just came out of his mouth. Kim put it in the CD player as Tommy grew more anxious. What album was that? He just picked it up abruptly.
Then a thought popped inside his head. Well, maybe it was a poetic love song… about a guy who fell in love with a girl but didn't have enough courage to tell her…
Instead, there was silence.
Tommy tried to peek at the CD cover and when he laid his eyes on it, he really wanted someone to shoot him then and there.
" So, yeah, that," Kim said after a while, pressing several buttons and the Chicago song was heard once again. " wanna purchase it? It's certainly in a good condition," she added.
" It's certainly is," he swore he was blushing and Kim's smile just made him feel worse. " I'll get it,"
" You're so funny," Kim shook her head, grinning widely. " and you're lucky. It's on sale,"
" Right," Tommy fished out his wallet from his jeans pocket and paid for the… blank CD. BLANK for God's sake! " here you go,"
Kim put the bill inside the red plastic bag and laid it on the counter. " Thank you and have a nice day,"
" Yeah, you too, Kim," Why did he say that? Why did he say her name??
However, she looked up and gave him her brilliant smile. "Come again next time. Okay, Tommy?"
W-what? Did she just say, 'Tommy'?
On his way back to his car, Tommy couldn't erase the goofy grin off his face. So everything didn't happen like he had expected and he'd embarrassed himself in front of Kim, but her last words…
' Come again next time. Okay, Tommy?'
He shouldn't get his expectation so high. She might say the exact same line to every customer and about his name... they were in the committee together. A guy could hope, right?
" I'm sure will, Kim,"
:: And that's it. This could be a two part fic… or not. Lol. Maybe I should just leave it there. Anyway, thanks for reading. Please drop me your reviews. No flame though.
- Yuuri ;)
