The Pursuit of Happyness

Chapter 1: Meeting in the Park

By: LovelyDarkShadows

Revised: October 21, 2013. 9:29pm
(For grammar, and slight plot correction)
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-Roxana's POV-

"You're worthless"

I know

"You disgust me"

Tell me about it

"You'll always be mine, puppet"

That statement couldn't ring more true…

I sighed, "Thinking about my Ex-boyfriend always gets me depressed" I thought, sitting down on a park bench near Rarai Academy.

"How did I let it get that far?" I whispered softly, putting my head in my hands.

"I know that I was scared, but that's no excuse…"

If you haven't already figured It out, my last relationship didn't go so well; and by that I mean it got painful, as in abusive. Mentally and physically. I just got out of it last year; I would have left sooner but as you would imagine it wasn't that easy, not at all. I mean, I couldn't just tell him I wanted to leave! I had to steal money from him, little by little, until I had enough to by a plane ticket.

I've been traveling around for a while, using the money I earned from miscellaneous jobs, as well as the periodical bouts of checks that I received from my Father. He wasn't always there growing up, in fact, I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen him! He's quite the rich bastard in America, so it didn't surprise me one bit that his way of reconciling was through money.

My newest home is Ikebukuro, a commercial and entertainment district of Tokyo and the largest city in Toshima-ku. It was a nice, not-so-friendly city, but it was a place my Ex wouldn't even consider looking. I'm really not much for violence, and he knew that. Although, I guess I wouldn't put it past him. Considering he had followed me to every place I've ever moved!

Sad water started to fill up in my eyes, blurring my vision. "Why won't he just leave me alone!?" I thought in angry hatred.

Every time, he was able to find me, track me down; putting me in a state of horror and misery every time I moved. It was absolutely petrifying. I guess you could say I never got a chance to heal.

The tears that were filling my eyes slowly slid down my cheeks until the slipped off my chin, "I'm only 26. Is it not possible to be happy?"

-With Masaomi-

"Get Lost!"

Masaomi Kida sighed as he watched the girl glare at him, before walking away with her nose in the air. "Shot down again…"

The yellow headed 17 year old scanned his eyes around the park, frowning in disappointment.

"Looks like there's no more cuties to pick up-"

Masaomi was cut off by his brown eyes meeting a beautiful, yet sad sight.

An attractive woman with long, light brown hair, dressed in a simple tank top and thigh hugging pants, sobbing her heart out on a park bench.

He frowned, "She doesn't look like a teenager, more like she's in her early 20's…" Masaomi shook his head, "It doesn't really matter! As a sensitive ladies man it would be a disgrace NOT to go over there and make her day! Plus, by the way she's crying, she hasn't been complimented in quite a while."

Masaomi put on a big grin and made his way over with an air of confidence about him. "And by some crazy, nonexistent, chance she does wanna hang out, I'd be happy to oblige; considering she's freaking gorgeous!"

When the teen reached the woman, she was so far gone in tears and angry thoughts that she didn't even know he was right in front of her.

"Well that won't do," he thought, crouching down to her level, gently pulling her hands away from her face. The highly upset woman lifted her head tiredly, meeting the boy's eyes in confusion.

Masaomi gave her a cute smile, "Are you lost ma'am?" He asked, "Because Heaven is a long way from here." He said, looking up at the sky and back at her.

It took the woman a few seconds to process what he said, but when she did the results were more than satisfactory. Masaomi's smile turned into a grin, as a pink blush appeared on her tear stained cheeks, and a small smile cracked on her lips.

He chuckled, "Did the sun just brighten, or did you smile at me?"

Her blush deepened, as did her smile. She sniffed and let out a small giggle, putting a hand over her mouth as she did so.

Masaomi let himself do a mental victory dance; proud that he made her laugh a little.

"I can't believe she likes my cheesiness," he thought. "Most girls hate my pick up lines, but she doesn't seem to mind!"

Masaomi gave her a toothy grin, and stood up, taking her up with him. He took a step back and held out his hand, "You mind holding this for me while I go for a walk?"

-Roxana's POV-

"You mind holding this for me while I go for a walk?"

This guy…

I admit, his pick up line were super cheesy, but they were also flattering and cute. What can I say? I'm a sucker for things like that.

He looked to have been a bit younger than me, but his smile was adorable, and the compliments set butterflies loose in my stomach. Maybe it was his "charm", or maybe it was simply because I haven't been treated like that in a while. Either way; it felt good.

I smiled and reached out my hand, "Am I really about to take the hand of boy I don't even know the name of, and go on a stroll through the city?" I bit my lip, "Yeah, I guess I am. Lord! I haven't felt this giddy since 3 years…ago…when."

I narrowed my hazel colored eyes, "So that's his game! How stupid can I get?"

I drew my hand back, sending him a ferocious glare. The teens smile dropped, as did his outstretched hand. Satisfied, I let up on the glare and turned my back to him, "Thanks, but no thanks!" I looked back, giving him one last glare.

"I don't feel like being played with today!"

With that, I whipped my head back around, and stomped off. I probably would have looked more convincing if my damn legs weren't shaking! They weren't shaking because I was upset or scared, but because I just wasn't good with fighting of any type; whether it be verbal or physical. It's like my body couldn't take it!

I whimpered, it wasn't just my legs that were nervous, but my heart was too!

I always seem to fall for the same trick; over and over again. A guy says a few sweet things, gets all romantic, and I fall like a broken bird! It's not like I fall in love or anything, because I'll be the first to admit I have a bit of a commitment problem, but I can't help but want them to take me on candlelit dates, and romance me.

Allowing them to get too close is the end result, and for some reason that's never good. It's like my mother said when I first started dating. I could see her now, sitting on the dining room table in her usual mini dress, a cigarette hanging loosely between her frail fingers as she told me the harsh truth that I should have seen from the beginning.

"They'll use you and abuse you, Roxy Girl. End of story."

To Be Continued…