Ack! I haven't posted anything in a while! I'm sorry guys, but I've been working on this drabble challenge for LJ: Usako_Mamoru: A Love Like No Other. Check it out when you can! There are some really good drabbles on there! Since I've got these completely done save for the three left that I have to write today, I'll be posting them frequently as I work on the next chapter of Standing Aside and Never Walk it Off. Probably every other day, if I can.
Hope you like 'em! But keep in mind, these were all written in the expanse of a month, so errors might be there.
Bottom of the Barrel
First Period: Homeroom
1a) Locker
"I dare you to do it."
"No."
Motoki gave him the puppy dog eyes. "Come on, Mamoru-kun! It's right there!"
Mamoru scowled as he shoved the white gym towels into the school's washing machine, his nose wrinkling in disgust at how middle school kids could smell so horrible. He barely touched them with the tips of his fingers. "Are you sure this is the only activity available for community service hours? Can't you have picked something…cleaner?"
"Be a man!" Motoki grunted with a grin, tossing a stinky towel at Mamoru's face. "This is the stench of champions!"
"And it's also the stench that's going to do me in," Mamoru said angrily, slamming the lid on the washer and starting the machine.
Motoki gave him a pleading stare, pointing dramatically over to the row of eighth grade lockers. "But her locker is right over there! Can't we just take a peek?"
"No."
"Come on!"
"No; it's not right." Obstinate, he walked swiftly away from his friend with a clean load of towels, his face showing nothing but attentiveness to the shelves he stacked them on.
Motoki heaved a sigh and then slowly grit his teeth. "What if I triple-dog-dared you?"
"I'd say no."
"You're such a kill-joy, man," Motoki grumbled before lifting up a pile of towels. "I've got to get these dried. Don't have too much fun without me." And with that, Motoki was gone.
Mamoru crept over to the door and peered in the hallway to see that his best friend was gone. Satisfied, he zoomed down the row of lockers, searching frantically for hers.
Tsukino Usagi.
He practically wrenched the small metal door off its hinges, eager to see what was inside. But he didn't expect to see what he saw. There before him, was a picture of him sitting at the Arcade, sipping at his coffee that almost took up the entire inside of the door. Mamoru gaped at the heart-shaped magnets and lip gloss marks all over the sleek paper that were suspiciously close to his face, and the bubbly print in the corner that he could barely make out to read as 'My Mamo-chan!' A lump caught in his throat, a rosy hue settling into his cheeks.
"Where are the drier sheets?" Motoki bellowed, his clumsy footsteps echoing in the hallway. With panic, Mamoru slammed the locker closed, the entire row rattling from the force before he dashed back over to his pile of towels, hastily fumbling with them just as Motoki walked in, eyebrows raised.
He grinned. "You looked, didn't you?"
Mamoru quickly shook his head. Motoki's grin soon morphed into a wicked smile.
"Then why's that locker door open?" he asked innocently, pointing over to the row of lockers.
Confused, Mamoru turned. A lone door close to Usagi's was opened, displaying a gaggle of disgusting pink fuzz everywhere. He didn't open that one!
Motoki began to snigger loudly, walking down to the locker with a swagger in his step. "Let's see what dirty little Mamoru-kun was looking at in Usagi-chan's locker!" He turned back and wiggled his eyebrows. "Let's hope it's something good."
Mamoru began to shuffle nervously from foot to foot as Motoki began rummaging through it, afraid of what he would find in this stranger's locker. He heard his friend gasp, and reach into the back, pulling out a long string that eventually formed a bra that was wider around than his arm was long, and was stained with a few holes in it.
"Mamoru!" he cried with shock on his face. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
Let me know what you thought! And I hope you're not too made about the one and a half month vacation!
Until next time...
-Fishyscales ;)
