Shopping:
Of course Haruka was annoyed. She hated shopping. She hated walking around for hours, revisiting the same shops again and again, until Michiru decided what to buy. Haruka hated the stereotype that all girls loved shopping, because she didn't. Although, some could argue that Haruka wasn't your stereotypical girl, but that was beside the point.
Michiru had been dragging her around for hours, going to different clothes stores, music stores, art stores and grocery stores. It had literally been hours. Three and a half hours to be precise. Haruka had counted them. Well, she had nothing better to do after all. She was so bored.
Michiru was in the same clothes store, looking at the same dress that she had been in looking at twice earlier.
"Come on Michiru," Haruka pleaded, "please, can you just buy it and go? You've been looking at it for ages."
Michiru still stared at the dress. "But I'm not sure if I should get this one or the one in the last store…"
Haruka sighed, "Then just buy both! See, simple solution!"
"But I only need one dress for my concert Haruka." Michiru reminded her. "I think you just want to get out of here faster."
Oh great, Michiru was on to her. She hated when that happened. When Michiru found out she was bored, she would always make sure to take longer, just to tease her. That was extremely annoying.
"Look Michi, just buy one please." Haruka begged.
"You know Haruka; I still won't be done shopping once I've picked a dress. I still have to go to the art supply store, and the grocery store, and the"-
"Great, I'll go for you!" Haruka offered just to speed things up. She desperately wanted to go home. Her feet hurt from walking around all the shops. She wondered why Michiru's feet never got sore, even in high-heels. Maybe it was just a case of if you enjoyed shopping or not.
"You really want to help me?" Michiru asked.
"Sure. What do you want me to do?"
"Okay." Michiru said. "You can go and get some art supplies for me."
Haruka stared at her blankly. "What? How will I know what to get?"
"I go in there every week for the same stuff. The staff know me quite well, if you ask them they'll know what to get." Michiru said.
"Okay." Haruka walked across the shopping centre to find the art store.
After a few minutes of wondering around, she eventually found it. She entered the store. There only other people in the store were the cashier and a woman and her 5-year-old son.
Haruka walked up to the cashier. He was a middle-aged looking man.
"Hello, can I help you?" He asked.
"Yeah, I'm here to get some supplies for Michiru Kaioh. She said you would know what to get."
"Ah yes! I know Michiru. She comes here a lot. She's an amazing artist, not to mention her talent for the violin."
Haruka smiled, Michiru sure did seem perfect when others talked about her.
"You must be Michiru's boyfriend then." The man smiled.
"Uh…" Haruka wasn't sure whether to correct the fact that she was a girl. Although, she got mistaken for a boy so often, that she'd learned to get used to it.
"Well?" The man was still smiling and waiting for an answer.
"Uh…Yeah…Sure…"
"Well, it's very nice to meet you. Now, I'll just fetch those supplies for you." The man went into a storeroom behind the counter.
Haruka looked around the store. The woman was still shopping and her son was running around the store like crazy, picking up paint brushes and paint and throwing things off the shelf.
Haruka smirked to herself, and thought, Hmm Hotaru would never do that, we taught her well.
The little boy continued to make a mess, while his mother just carried on shopping and ignored the chaos he was causing.
Haruka turned back round to face the counter when something hit her back. The boy was throwing a pencil at her.
She chose to ignore it. It happened a second time and a third, but still she ignored it. Fourth time…Fifth time…Sixth…Seventh…Eighth…Ninth…Tenth…
"WILL YOU STOP THAT YOU DAMN LITTLE BRAT?! DOESN'T YOUR MOTHER TEACH YOU ANY DAMN MANNERS!?"
"WAAAAA!" The boy burst out in tears.
His mother came over. She glared at Haruka, and then slapped her across the face.
Michiru saw Haruka coming towards her with the bag of art supplies and a red mark across her face.
"What happened to you?"