This one came out of the blue. I'm sitting in class again, and it just comes.
He watched as the three girls, laughing at something one of them had said, got into their bright blue Jetta they had as a ride.
Bright blue that matched the driver's eyes. It was a pattern he had formed.
The girl with the blue eyes walked around to the driver's seat. It appeared she was the designated driver, as always.
He liked how she paid utmost attention to her task, especially in the unlit streets.
He would follow her home, and make sure she was safe. He would have to be careful. It wouldn't do to have her know that she was being watched. Especially by the likes of him. The likes of what she was suppose to be, if only her mother hadn't been such a fool.
He was almost sure the shortest girl knew about him and had told the tallest and oldest one.
In any case, his future girl was almost never alone, and it was getting damn annoying.
Maybe he would have a chance soon, he though, as he retreated back into the shadows of the world.
……
She snorted quietly to herself. If they thought she was stupid and hadn't noticed Misao and Megumi whispering and always throwing anxious looks around. The always-be-with-Kaoru-stares-and-glances were quite obvious. If anyone knew her friends, it was her.
They were either planning something, or knew something.
She knew better then to ask them, knowing they would keep the secret. Hopefully they would tell her soon.
She hated not knowing.
……
The doorbell rang.
Frowning, she tried to recall if she was expecting someone.
It was a bright and early (around 12) on Tuesday, and she didn't have work for once. Her boss was out and she was off.
Shuffling over to the door, still in her Tweety bird pajama's and Cars Movie Lightning McQueen slippers, she opened it to find a gorgeous hunk holding a jasmine bush.
Jasmine bush?
"Can I help you?" she said, in a tired sort of voce.
"A Mr. Himura sent over this bush. It's the newest stock and very nice." Handing her the flowers, with a tip of his imaginary hat and a wink, he turned and strolled back to his car.
Himura?
Who is that?
Tiredly rubbing her eyes, she shut the door and set the plant on her kitchen table. It innocently stared back at her.
How did this Mr. Himura know she would appreciate a Jasmine plant more than a bouquet of flowers?
It was quite odd, really.
As she stared at the plant, she felt a foreboding feeling that today was going to be different.
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I love this one
I also have an idea for continuation
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