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lap1997: So this is from Boomer's POV. This style of writing is called a collage. It's when you take different types of writing, and using them to tell a story. Here I start of with a list, then we have regular dialogue, and we end with a poem. Hope you guys like it!

Ingredients for a perfectly embarrassing and relationship ruining fight: first, you need one angry and jealous and over protective boyfriend who doesn't care if he makes a scene in public; check; second, an attractive girlfriend who, through no fault of her own, is well known to the males of the community, is defensive and has a short temper; check; third, an area that is crowded with people, such as a fancy restaurant that is both very expensive and difficult to reserve a table at; check; fourth, an audience who either think that fights are interesting or just need something to distract them from their own boring conversations; check; fifth, a little thing that really doesn't matter, such as said girlfriend "running into" an old boyfriend, and having a good five minute chat with him the day before; check; sixth, the boyfriend comments on this in a slightly rude way that may offend the girlfriend; check; seventh, the girlfriend returns fire, which encourages the boyfriend to escalate the level of the comebacks, some of them bordering on insults; check; and last but not least, an unlucky third wheel who, unfortunately, was asked to come and "supervise" the date, to prevent something like this from happening; check. This is the situation I find myself in this very moment. My name is Hiroshi "Boomer" Amano, and I am the unlucky third wheel in this convoluted and somewhat frightening situation. The boyfriend and the girlfriend are my two best friends, Katsu "Butch" Irino and Kaoru "Buttercup" Matsubara. The actions I have just listed above have just occurred over the past two minutes, and are continuing at this very moment.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Kaoru said calmly, though I could tell that she was fuming underneath her cool façade. "Oh, nothing, I just don't like the idea that I might lose you to some other guy" Katsu replied nonchalantly, but I caught just enough sarcasm to tell that he meant it as an insult. "What, do you think that I'm not committed or something?" Kaoru responded harshly, though I could tell that he had hurt her feelings with that one.

"No, not at all, I just…"

"Wanted to hurt my feelings?"

"No, I don't…"

"Want me to talk to other guys?"

"Yes, I mean no…"

"I knew it, you're jealous!"

"No, I'm not…"

"Yes you are" she said teasingly, smiling while Katsu began blushing. I sighed with relief. They had been able to stop before it turned into a real fight and someone got hurt. I smiled with pride. My interventions had been steadily getting less and less frequent. I did have to stop a potential argument when we arrived, but so far things had been going fairly well. Usually at this point, someone was yelling and someone was crying. Of course, the night was still young, and there was still plenty of time for the situation to deteriorate into a complete and utter train wreck. My stomach growled and I frowned "Where is the waiter with our food? We've been here for almost an hour" I say, checking my watch. "Yeah, it has been an hour hasn't it" Katsu agreed. I flagged down a waitress and asked "Excuse me miss, but do you know if our food is ready?" "Yes, of course, what's your name?" she asked.

"Hiroshi Amano"

"Okay, I will go check for you"

"Thank you"

I look back and see Kaoru glaring at Katsu, who is oblivious as he watches the waitress walk off. He looks at her and asks "What?"

"You were checking her out"

"What, no!"

"Yes you were, I saw you!" she says, her voice steadily climbing in volume. I look back and forth between the two, then put my head down on the table and groan while they continue arguing. So close…

The two kept bickering, needlessly and without end

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the silent one stands

And without a word, leaves the other two behind.

Tired of their arguments that mean nothing

Tired of giving his time to a cause that seemed doomed to fail.

Tired, he heads down the street, unsure of what to do

But certain that he needs to leave.

As he walks, rain begins to fall

Seeming to be called on by his mood.

He crosses the dark street, unaware of the danger speeding towards him.

A voice cries out, but it is too late.

The driver, trying in vain to avoid it, sends the body flying across the rain slicked pavement.

Like a ragdoll thrown down by a careless child, he slumps in the middle of the road, still as stone.

He lay like that, unaware of the flurry of activity around him, as two people approach him

The driver and the owner of the voice who had shouted a warning.

And when his eyes opened, he knew he must be dead, for the beautiful face he saw could only belong to

an angel.

End.

lap1997: Second story! Yeah! Okay, love it, hate it, leave a review! Thanks!