A/N: HOLA! Welcome to my first ficcy! Well as you can see I'm trying SUPER hard, so wish me luck!
Help me run!
"What!" cried a distinct female voice.
"C'mon Uematsu! Kotarou will NEVER know what hit 'em!" cried a boy.
"Ten-chan, this is the most STUPID thing you've EVER attempted to--Eeech! Is that one of YOUR gym socks! It'll be a miracle if Kotarou-chan can LIVE through that!" shot back Koboshi.
She sighed, didn't boys understand that stink bombs were just way too juvenile! Yet she couldn't help but give a little giggle at the thought of Kotarou-chan's face when he saw the sock. She swiped away a few strands of blonde hair from her eyes and shook her head, resulting in more hair falling in her face. Instead of being in her regular school outfit, she was in a sweater that cut off at the shoulders and a plaid skirt. Her supposedly "good and innocent" friend was next to her, his blonde hair hiding all of his eyes. What was wrong with him?
Didn't girls understand that a man has to have dignity! Even if it meant a stinky and fun end though. His blue eyes scanned over the green concoction, and he grinned with a cocky smile. His "usually right and loud" friend just sighed and walked off, probably getting the girly perfume girls had. They were both in Uematsu's house, and had been discussing the whole stink bomb plan until Takashi had a certain urge to bring her into this. She didn't like the idea though. Did she still like him? After what the three of them had been through? He knew girls had passionate sides like whoa, but he never knew how far it would go. And what if Poops was taking pictures of him? Ugh, that would be such a bummer! If only Shia-chan could have been there...Oop! There he goes, day dreaming about the past things again! Misha-san and Shia-san...he always wondered where they were. Well..back to his plan!
"Uematsu, if you don't help me, I'm going to just drop it here now and make another one," mumbled Takashi as he planned to leave now. The cookies by her mom were going to make him sick if ate to many, so he planned on getting this over with.
"Don't you DARE think of that Ten-chan! I'll have your head if you do! C'mon, lets go, I think my mom is going to faint from the fumes of that...thing," said Koboshi. She grasped her tennis shoes and began to lace them up, as Takashi placed the balloon down and began to tie on his shoes.
"You better be careful with that Ten-chan," she muttered as she stood.
"Yeah yeah..." he muttered back. He hated how lame his shoes were...the laces always being so...difficult! He picked up the bomb and began to walk out until Uematsu's mother called out quickly.
"Dearie, remember, you have to take your pictures later on today, so wear that dress I got you, okay honey?" she said from her safe kitchen.
Takashi turned around wildly to look at Koboshi's mother. This was TOO good! Photo shoots with Uematsu! He busted out laughing, bringing his arms over his chest, his hands squeezing the bomb.
"Photo shoots Uematsu! Ahahahahaha! Oh my Gawd! That is TOO good! Is it all frilly and with the stockings and shiny shoes! Ahahahaha!" he was almost in tears. Koboshi punched him in his arm and walked out blushing like a cherry. As Takashi walked, he managed to step on his own laces...meaning only that he fell forward for...
"Ten-chan! NO!" The last cry before the balloon splattered...
A/n: I'm so BAD! Yet I pride myself in being able to be brave. I plan on conquering this story! Mua ha ha ha! So plllleeeeeeaaassee r&r? Nya!
