Troublemaker (GA version)
I swear to you, that my alarm clock is against my relationship with my bed; I mean honestly, it could at least wake me up in a nicer fashion. Instead it decides every morning to let out a scream of jealousy and for another morning, convinces me to leave my wonderful utopia, also known as my bed.
I literally fell out of bed and slowly stood, while at the same time walking towards my door. I probably looked like one of the people you see on the evolution posters, where they changed from a balled up monkey to a standing human.
Walking into the kitchen, I took my phone off charge and plugged in some headphones in, turning on some random songs that were getting popular.
My music on full blast, I swung open the fridge and started having a conversation with myself, deciding on what to have for breakfast.
"So what do you want for breakfast, Mikan?" I asked myself
"I honestly don't care," I replied, I know it's strange for a 'mature' twenty year old to be having a conversation with herself, but to be honest. I don't a give a flying pig. I tried to avoid cussing, my mother had 'taught' me better.
After a long conversation with me, the fridge decided to tell me that my presence was just too hot for it. It let out that annoying wail saying 'Mikan, I'm getting to hot, if you leave me open any longer, all of your food will be screwed.'
I pulled out a couple of strips of bacon, two eggs and a tomato, deciding that me, myself and I were having bacon and eggs for breakfast.
I poured some oil in the frying pan, and with master skills I cracked the eggs with one hand, whilst putting in the bacon. Talk about multitasking.
I cut up the tomato, then plopped it into the pan, the oil sizzling around the newly added vegetable, or fruit. Whatever one you want to call it, I grew up calling it a vegetable, but one day at lunch, my group of friends convinced me it was a fruit, when I say convinced I mean blackmail the living daylights out of me.
My train of thought was derailed as oil splattered onto my hand.
"Oh mother of a baby rainbow llama." I yelled, clutching my burnt skin. "Why oil, why? I thought we had something special. Fine be that way, but that hurt me and my feelings and I hope that you make my food extra tasty as an apology."
I put some bread in the toaster and turned the pan off, waiting for my toast, I turned up my music let it blast my ears out.
I slowly swung my hips to the beat, the rhythm taking control of my body. Even though my passion was with arts, I loved dancing, doesn't mean I was good at it though.
I smiled slightly, remembering my friends who used to tease me about my terrible dancing. I left them back in Seattle when I decided to pursuit my dream as an artist at the age of thirteen.
My thoughts drifted off until I heard a faint rattle outside.
"Silly Mikan, it's probably just the cat," I reassured myself, even though my apartment was in a fairly good neighbourhood, I was still nervous. Living alone did that to you.
After a couple minutes, and still no signs of a rapist, I decided to continue my wonderfully terrible dancing.
My new roommate would be here in a few weeks time so I should probably start wearing more clothes than just a tank top and a pair of underwear.
Just as the song ended a pair of clothing landed on my head.
I ripped it off, yelping some gibberish, and span around. There was a person standing with a couple of bags in the living room. I gave another yelp, this time saying some more understandable words which went along the lines of, "Oh holy panda, you son of a narwhale."
After a couple of minutes me saying failed cusses, I calmed down and looked at the man again.
And I admit I didn't mind that he was in my apartment, he was tall with black hair and piercing crimson eyes. He had arms that any man would be jealous of and any woman would drool over, you could see that he had a six pack, even with his shirt on.
"Umm... Hi, I believe you're my new roommate. I'm Natsume, Natsume Hyuuga," He smiled sheepishly, "are you okay?"
"Me?" I asked, pointing to myself.
He glanced round the room, "Well since there is no one else here besides you and me, and asking myself if I was okay, would be considered weird... Yes I believe I'm asking you."
"Oh so you 'believe' that you're asking me, you don't sound very confident."
He just stared at me, and I realized how retarded I sounded.
"Ah sorry, that was rude and weird of me to say, sorry." I apologized.
He just doubled over laughing, using his knees as support; it was now my turn to stare at him.
"No, it wasn't weird, it was cute. And I am now sure I was asking you."
Yay, my new roommate is an angel. I congratulated myself in my head, trying not smile and look like a weirdo.
"Well I am fine, I was just shocked, I wasn't expecting you for another week."
"Ha ha, well if it makes you feel any better, I wasn't expecting my roommate to be so young, now my friends are going to joke about me being an old creep." He joked, or at least I hoped he was joking.
"How old are you" I asked.
"I'm twenty one, almost twenty two, how about you?" He said, scratching the back of his head.
"We'll its fine then, I'm twenty, so there shouldn't be any problem," I gave him a smile as he looked at outstandingly. "What?"
"Your twenty, no offense shortie, but you look like your still in high school," now that annoyed me, I knew I was small and people liked to tease me about it, but I certainly did not look like a high schooler.
I glared at him, his angel appearance slowly fading; he was starting to grow horns and a tail.
"Oh yea, not that I mind but, are you going to put some clothes on?" He asked with a giant smirk on his face as he ran his eyes over me.
I shrieked and pulled my shirt down, trying to cover myself as much as possible.
Oh yes, he is defiantly a devil spawn. "And can I have my underwear back, I kind of need it."
I looked down at the said item of clothing, the same piece of clothing that had been thrown on my head not that long ago. Scratch that, he is Satan himself.
I threw his boxers back at him as hard as I could, hoping to cause some pain, but his chuckle at my frustration, told me that I had failed hopelessly.
I stormed off to my room to get changed for uni, so much for breakfast.
As I pulled out some black skinny jeans with paint splattered all over it already, and a plain shirt with a butterfly design. I slipped on some volleys and went to go retrieve my phone.
"Hey shortie, would you mind telling me where my room is'," called the annoying voice I was now forced to live with.
"Shall I give you the full house tour," I said mockingly, not actually think he would take me serious.
"Yes actually, that would be quite nice." A smug smile was plastered to his face as I walked to the front door.
"Fine, but let's make this quick, I got to get to uni. Ok when you walk through the door there is the kitchen straight ahead of you, the living room on the left and in the back is the dining table that hasn't been used since I've been here, and that is a long time, trust me," I said, trying to put on my best real estate voice, "now the interesting thing is that the rooms are actually a giant one so there a no walls, which makes the place seem larger and more spacious."
"You do know I can see I am not a blind man." Natsume said, annoyed.
"I know, but it's amusing to see you aggravated."
"You really are a goody two shoes, aren't you?"He responded.
"What?"
"I haven't heard you swear since I got here, you acted like a middle schooler when you realized you were in your underwear and you give of the feeling of a goody two shoes." He explained, his fingers going down on each one, suddenly I had the urge for one of my fingers to go up.
"I'm going," then remembering something, "turn left go down the hallway, your room is on the left, the two rooms on the right are mine, if you go in any of them, I swear, by the end of the day, your dead body will be in a dumpster behind a New York cafe."
And with that I left, unfortunately not without hearing him call out.
"Have a good day at school, shortie
Arriving home I found a half dead body on the couch, the body belonging to my new roommate, Natsume the devil. Creative name right, I thought of it myself.
"Should I prod it with a stick and see if it shows any signs of life, or just leave it," I murmured to myself jokingly, but loud enough for him to hear.
"Poke it with a stick and it will poke you back," he replied, drawling into the pillow.
Ignoring his inappropriate comment, I threw a sandwich at his face.
"I'll go grocery shopping on the weekend," I knew the fridge was empty and I'm guessing that was the reason for his 'death'.
He instantly turned over and opened the sandwich. He beamed at me while eating and I just rolled my eyes at him.
"I'll be in my room, ok." And without waiting for an answer, I walked off calling my friend, Sumire.
"So Koko told me you got a new roomie," was the first thing that I here when I go and try and seek comfort; Sumi was definitely the gossip girl of the school. "So... Is he hot?"
"Oh my panda lord, you did not just ask that,"
"Yes I did so... Is he?"
I changed into my short dress that ended just under my butt, it was blue and I had had it for ages, the reason for its small length.
I hopped onto my wheelie chair, placed my feet on the head of the chair and put my head over the seat, so I was upside down, the blood rushing to my head making me dizzy.
"He's relatively attractive."
"Description now," she snapped.
"Ok, ok calm Yo tits woman," I said trying to sound gangster, "he's tall, black hair and red eyes, nice body; His got the face of an angel, but the personality of a devil." I concluded.
"I'm sleeping over yours this weekend," she confirmed by herself, she made a habit of doing this.
"Nope, not going to happen, I have a 'project' to complete." Sumi was the only one who knew what was behind 'the door' as my friends like to call it, but she still had never been in the room, no one had besides me.
"Aww" she whined, "fine you have to tell me more about your roomie to make up for it though," she whined.
"Fine, how bout next weekend and you can talk to the fine specimen I liked to call, Natsume the Devil!" I said in a philosophical voice.
That's when my door opened and Natsume walked in, I saw his eyes running up and down my long legs that were perched on the top of the chair.
"The specimen wants to know if you want Chinese for dinner."
"Sure, if you can keep your eyes off my legs," I said, pointing at him, reporting him of his sin.
"Of course, little girl, but only if you can go ten minutes without flashing me, it's almost like you want me to get an erection, polka," he winked, I looked up and saw my dress had slipped up to reveal my underwear.
He smirked at me and I replied by telling Sumi that I had a pest to get rid off; she got what I was saying.
"Oh look," I said flipping him the bird, "looks like my middle finger got an erection too, asshole."
Natsume dramatically gasped.
"Did little miss goody two shoes just cuss and give me the finger." That's it, I kept my temper when he talked about my underwear, but I snapped when he called me goody two shoes.
Natsume raced out the door, me following right behind him.
"Get back here!"
"Not a chance, daddy's girl." I froze on the spot.
I glared at him so hard, he spun around and I was ready to smash his face out.
"What did you just call me?"
"Daddy's girl," he replied.
"Don't ever call me that again." My voice coming out harsh, sharp and cold, I saw him cringe.
The doorbell rang and Natsume raced to get the door, I guess he really was saved by the bell.
We lied comfortably on the couches, using chopsticks to eat our food, watching The Big Bang Theory, as Sheldon popped in and out of a ball pit, with a distressed looking Leonard trying to catch him.
Natsume chuckled as I sat there eating, I was perfectly fine sitting next to him as long as he doesn't start pushing my buttons, or I may become hostile.
A piece of noodle flew onto my nose, I chose to ignore it until it's comrade decided to join it, on my forehead this time.
"Do you have an obsession with throwing stuff at my head?" I asked, remembering his underwear that had been placed atop of my head.
"Do you have an obsession with being a goody two shoes?" He retorted lamely, I just raised an eyebrow, "yea that sucked, but you still are a goody two shoes."
"I am not!" I yelled.
"Fine then, prove it." He challenged, my mind flickered with different thoughts.
And then I did something I never thought I would do,
I took my dress off.
Sorry for OCCness, Natsume has to be that way to fit to the story, but do not worry, he will be the Natsume we know and love.
Oh yea, if anyone wants to be my editor, please PM me. I really need one and if I get one I will be able to post more quickly.
Thank you, please leave a review if I should continue, this just came to me this morning.