A longer fanfic of mine. I had one of these, but being the somewhat illiterate noob I was, it wasn't as nice as I had wanted it to be. This one will be a bit less cliché' then the other, but still funny and without such a terrible ending =p I'm going to try and make this much more lengthier and spread it out more, so here it goes.
The Cynical Girl Next Door
The moonlight sparkles against the beauty's thick long hair and pale skin, showing her lovely features off with a irresistible glow of creamy flesh.
The tall handsome man smiled affectionately down at his lady love, his eyes twinkling with the warmth and happiness of true devotion.
The beauty blushed and returned his smile with a small meek one, as he whisked her across the floor in her ruby red dress, the soft jazz band seemed to be angels smiling upon them in the corner on the stage.
The singer's soft love song seemed to create atmosphere, the playful bass player seemed to give it charm, the harmonious drums and trumpets seemed to shine peace down upon everyone in the room. This room seemed to make all the fear, hurt, and terror in this world seem like a misty dark fairytale.
The whole feel of it all was almost too perfect.
He had decided tonight, at that very moment he took her out onto the floor, it was the perfect time. They were all happy, they were all dancing, and she looked just too beautiful in her ruby red dress.
He had saved the 2.5 carat rock in his pockets for weeks now, waiting for the perfect moment to whip it out and hopefully, have her place the 78 grand rock right on her ring finger and cry tears of joy. And he had a feeling, it would all take place tonight, in the sophisticated lover's restaurant with a live band every night except on Tuesdays.
He spun her and they clapped with all the other couples on the floor as the song ended, and for a moment he looked at all their faces. Some were young, bright eyed teenagers who had stolen their parents credit cards to impress their little girlfriends.
Some were thirty some year old couples, probably having a babysitter with the kids tonight and a reservation at a romantic hotel, too ecstatic and lust driven to be like newlyweds and relinquish their titles as adults for just one night.
And the most sweetest of all were the oldest of the old, the cream of the crop lovers, who were out celebrating their 20th or 50th anniversary, their wrinkled faces bursting with love, knowing they picked the right 'one'.
He smiled to himself, knowing it could be him and his vibrant young girlfriend in 50 years.
As he took her hand, her eyes filled with shock and love as he got down on one knee, almost coming up to her shoulder she was so tiny. The other couples gasped ad turned, eager to be witnesses of the engagement or the break up.
"Darling will you marry me-"
Ugh! I shoulda seen this coming!! Another perfectly realistic book torn to shreds by this junk!
Kagome Higurashi snapped her novel shut and dropped the romance novel down on her wooden desk with a thud. Her students, all within the ages of 14-17, looked at her questioningly.
Kagome taught sex-ed to children whose parents were either too busy or too weirded out to tell their little baby angels that mommy and daddy became horny as all hell and popped them out by bursting a rubber.
Since the kids had brains and watched TV, they basically knew what sex was, and most of the time they just goofed off in her class.
Kagome was always a defensive, sarcastic, introverted girl, but secretly she looked forward to seeing the young kids every Tuesday and Thursday night between 5 pm through 8 pm. Not that she'd ever tell them, of course.
"Jeez, Ms. Higurashi! Is it that time of month already?" Kyle, a masculine older boy shouted from the back, the rest of his buddies chuckling and throwing jokes to one another.
Kagome's eyes narrowed, even though she found Kyle's rebellious, class clown attitude a pleasure. "No, Kyle, as it turns out, 'my little friend' called in sick, so she's absent today. It's just this damn novel." The class had gotten used to her cursing and accepted it, only because she gave them minimum homework. She was still studying to get a masters degree in psychology, but her 'sexual education for young adults' gig paid the bills for now.
Jessica, a girl with startlingly bright green eyes and red curly hair sunk in her seat in the front row, and Kagome felt a pang of guilt. The girl was one of Kagome's most attentive students, and one of her most sappiest at that, and had told Kagome the book was absolutely 'ah-mazing' and a 'one of a kind read'.
She avoided Jessica's gaze and said. "It's beautifully written and has lovely metaphors to set the theme, but it's a bit too romantic for my taste. But I can tell only a real genius of literature could've picked it out." She said and smiled warmly at the red-haired girl. Jessica returned the smile with a glowing face and sat tall in her chair once more.
Kyle scoffed. "A Superman comic book would be too romantic for you, Ms. Kagome. Now hell the hell do you expect to get laid with that attitude-"
"Kyle!" Kagome glared at him.
"Er…..my bad." He grinned as the bell rang in the small classroom, signaling the time for the students to leave.
"Saved by the bell, again, Ky." Mark, a medium sized African American boy muttered. He didn't say much, but word was he was a great beat boxer and one of the best musicians at his school, so Kagome didn't know too much about him.
The teenagers hurried out of the class and out of the portable that it was housed in and ran out into the snow drift, talking and laughing as they got into their cars and drove off.
Kagome's grey blue eyes peeked at them out the window and sighed, walking over to get her black trench coat. In New York, winters could be bitter, and this one was no exception.
The portable's heat was poor, to say the least, and she had survived the three hours in a black pencil skirt, white pin striped blouse with cuffed sleeves, and stocking with black hose and a flirty black choker around her neck. Her raven hair off cast her pale skin and blue pupils. Getting her purse and books together, she put on her hat and shivered in the cold air as she walked to her car, her keys changling out the beat to a song.
She got into her cute little silver Volvo, blasted the heat and checked her cell phone to find a text from her cell phone:
Hey Babe!
So, my one friend is hosting this great party at Dante's Inferno Wednesday night at 7.
Since your off that night, you gotta come! I showed them a picture of you and he has some cute
Friends that would love to meet you! ;)
Well, I gotta go, Love you sh-weetie! ;D
~Sango
Kagome reread the text and groaned, putting her head on the steering wheel and squeezing her eyes shut. The last party Sango had invited her to, she had to drive her home totally wasted, only to have her vomit all over her windshield and fall asleep.
She loved her friend, but she was a party girl and Kagome…..well….was not.
She couldn't back out of it. The 'hosts' were expecting her before she knew they existed. Kagome put the car in reverse and pulled out of her parking space and onto the road, listening to a soft jazz station as she drove quietly down the road and in front of Apple View Heights Apartments. She got out and jingled her keys, humming lightly as she walked inside. She walked inside and felt the warm air thaw her cheeks out, and pulled out a small key to open her mail box.
The mail today consisted of a few catalogs, a rent bill, and a few letters with cellophane windows peeking out.
She trudged up the stairs and to room 304. Pulling out her larger key with a small Coach charm on it, she twisted it into the lock and walked into her apartment she bought when she moved out of her parent's house at 21. It was a small place, but Kagome had fixed it to her liking, making it a relaxing, neutral coloured retreat Kagome had grown to love. She went into her bedroom and changed into a cashmere sweater and sweat pants, eager to warm up.
"Home at last!"
She sat down on a suede recliner a white cat appeared and jumped up and purred beside her owner. Kagome stroked the cat as she sipped a cup of tea and scanned the news paper.
She skimmed through, looking for something interesting when she saw New York celebrity Inuyasha Hanyou, esteemed basket ball player and MVP of the team, on the front page shirtless and covered in oil. He was the heart breaker of every girl who had ever been born and step foot in New York and for that reason Kagome loathed him.
"Another freaking Don Juan…." She muttered and flipped the page, looking for another human interest story. Nothing good.
She put the newspaper down and laid back, dreading tomorrow night. The cat curled up to her, providing warmth as she envisioned the hellish party.
Miroku would be the host, no doubt of it, and he would bring all his friends and work buddies there to try and hit on her and Sango.
That's when Kagome remembered Miroku was a player on New Yorks basketball team and the object of her disgust would probably be there.
Then she remembered Miroku and Inuyasha were good friends and usually had the same taste in girls, thus concluding the object of her disgust was definitely coming.
Then she remembered Sango's text, and the 'friends of the host' who had seen her picture and would 'love to meet her'.
"Fuck. My. Life."
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