Those Five Little Words
They've been together in the same classroom for about two months now. Sixty five days, in the eighth hour, fifth minute, and fifteenth second of that sixty-fifth day…not that she was counting. They've never had a single conversation; barely a glance at one another's directions. She's kept herself up at night wondering if the other even knew she existed! And now here she was in this glorious sixty fifth day sitting beside the girl that's been in her mind. She's thought about this day for a while. Hell…she's thought about it ever since she's gotten to know the other existed. She's mapped out what she could say, what would happen if she said what she would say, and then the consequences of what would happen after she said what she would say after she's said it…
She frowned for a moment about how her mind was running itself in humongous circles making her forget any sort of preparation she might've had…and then realized she's gotten so used to it by now that she's stopped caring. Maybe she should just leap forward and be the one to take the bait. After all, the other girl had oh so subtly sat next to her today. Forget the fact that she was a little late and that the substitute homeroom teacher of the day didn't know the assigned seats of any of the students "forcing" most if not all the kids to go sit wherever their little hearts desired to go to and thereby forcing the other girl to sit next to her. She's forgotten all about the little specifics by now. She was sitting next to her. This was her one chance to get inside the other's sophisticated world. This was that one moment to let the other know that hell yes…Tenoh Haruka existed, hell yes she's a nice enough girl, and hell yes she was as stumped by her as every other little hormone crazed teenager in this entire school that had the anatomy of the opposite sex…although they shared the same gender.
That last bit of train of thought kind of stopped her for a second. Everyone in this school knew she was a girl by now…it was kind of hard to keep masquerading as a boy and take her favorite subject without landing a spot in the girl's locker room to change into the necessary outfit…That kind of info didn't stop a lot of the girls from still fawning her though. Her shoe box still gets love letters by the dozens every day and unfortunately for her, the season's become unbearably warm since summer was getting closer by the day and if she had to wash the insides of her shoes from melted chocolate again she would scream…
But this girl next to her…this Kaioh Michiru did not fawn over her. She wished she would fawn over her. She would absolutely drool the day she'd see the always refined, calm, collected, beautiful, artistic, sexy…
She shook her head outwardly to maintain internal homeostasis.
Yes…the day the aqua haired beauty fawned over her would be the Silence…whatever that meant…
But really though, what could she do right now to let the other know she existed? She could say, "Hi". That would be the most direct approach. A "hi" could earn her a bit of a conversation! It could lead to a "How was your day yesterday?", "What're you doing today?", and finally a "We should hang out cuz what you're doing today sounds like something I'd like to do too!" conversation! Yes…a hi seemed like a really good first step… But then…what if she'd just get the look. You know that look…The go-away-I'm-not-interested look…That would be so heartbreaking…That…would be truly…and utterly heart breaking…
She swallowed the lump in her throat and shook it away. No way would she have any feeling of adolescent resentment today! To do so would ruin this one in a lifetime chance that this concert violinist was sitting next to her!
Concert violinist…music…Of course! She wanted to hit herself in the head for a second. They could talk about their combined interest in music! She played the piano…and the violinist…well duh…she played the violin! And really well at that! She could start off a conversation in regards to her playing the piano and how…
Her mind suddenly trailed off. Other than excelling at it faster than a lot of her instructors thought she could…she didn't really know how to talk about music. After all, it was her parents' idea for her to get into it in the first place…
"Play the piano and you can pursue junior racing."
Well, hell…How was she supposed to talk about something she didn't really know how to speak of? Playing the notes was so much easier than talking about it…
She gave an outward look of pain…and scratched off the second thing that graced her mind early that morning.
School work? What about talking about school work? Tch…she might as well start talking about the process of how paint dries…
And then…the greatest idea of the morning hit her.
Step one: she would text Seiya.
Yes…Seiya…that dork in this school that she hates and loves at the same time, he's-my-best-friend-and-knows-about-my-fascination-with-Kaioh-Michiru Seiya...Yes…she would text him…tell him to come to her classroom to pick a fight…hold Michiru hostage and she'll save the day!
A grin formed in her face at the thought of how genius it all seemed…and then just as quickly, she got hold of the realistic portion of her mind and scratched it. Seiya was just too damn girly to hold anyone hostage…His crush on Yaten's technically pasted 'homo' in his forehead by now…cuz even though he thinks no one knows about it…everyone knows about it. And no…it wasn't her who spread the rumor…she wasn't into that crap. It was probably that one girl that had a crush on him who he turned down with a girly laugh…She told him not to laugh like that cuz it gives him away, but he just doesn't listen…
She forced her mind back into her current situation and growled internally. What could she do to get the other girl's attention? There was no way in hell she would make her first impression absolutely tasteless, horrible, laughable…forgettable…
And then…all of the sudden…the unthinkable happened.
She spoke…Kaioh Michiru…spoke…
And not just to anyone…but to her. She spoke to her. She couldn't believe it!
She looked at her…really looked at her…and knew all of the sudden why she was so taken.
The violinist was utter perfection.
The light around her encased her in this beautiful ethereal glow. Her aqua hair shone sleekly around the dullest of classrooms. Those enthralling deep blue eyes twinkled questionably of sapphires boring so deeply in her own she couldn't respond back in time. Those lips…She's dreamt about those lips for countless nights. They looked so much more enticing this warm real Wednesday morning than last night's dream full of rose petals and hurried kisses among a garden palace that reminded her somewhat of…the moon…(she laughed to herself when she woke up). But enough of those surreal fantasies…
She spoke, her voice the sound of the most serene melodies, and of course she would be expecting an answer. And hell…if she didn't answer she would just…throw herself off the school roof coming lunch hour…
Her insides bubbled with the mixture of anxiety and excitement. This was it. Her ticket to Kaioh Michiru's life. This cemented her high school experience. This would make her…and break her…all at the same time. Licking her lips, she locked eyes with sapphires full of askance and stated with utmost sincerity the six words the other was dying to hear.
"Yeah, you can borrow my pencil."
Needless to say…her mind couldn't think up of anymore to say for the rest of the day…she was too busy thinking about their ten second "conversation".
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She couldn't believe she was able to say it. It took months to plan…and today…in the sixty fifth day in the eighth hour, ninth minute, and forty-fifth second in which she was late for class and the only seat available was the one beside the girl she's been marvelously thinking of, she was finally able to proceed with her plan. She was absolutely adorable today though…and the cute and innocent look pasted in that masculine, yet feminine visage was almost enough to cause her heart to stop…she didn't question the utmost impossibility of it…she just knew.
But she was able to say those five words…and clasped in her hands was her prize. It looked like an ordinary mechanical pencil to the naked eye, but to her it was the sole reminder that the blonde existed. She smiled at the fond memories grazing her mind at that moment. She'd been so envious of this little utensil…of those strong hands that grasped it, those lithe fingers that pushed at it, and those lips that clenched it in times of mind searching tribulations. But now…it was hers. Of course she'd keep it forever…She already had a pencil almost similar to it in her book bag that she would give to the athletic blonde tomorrow, apologies of losing the one she held currently in her hand already imbedded in her mind.
She bit her lip for a moment on thinking about lying to the blonde…and sighed. Maybe a couple more months and they would actually have a real conversation…She's been experimenting with conversations mixing simple "hellos", their combined interest in sports with her being a swimmer and all, and recently a crazy plan that involved Yaten having a fight with her so her sandy haired hero would come save the day…but then her more than intellectual mind interceded at how crazy that last one sounded.
It's alright. She'll think about it tomorrow.
For at this moment, she had succeeded at those five words she's been meaning to utter. She had the other's pencil to show as proof.
AN: hahaha…sorry…this plot bunny annoyed the hell outta me. Took less time to write than I thought it would but w/e. Completely AU and doesn't go with any time flow in the series. Sorry for any mistakes regarding spelling/grammar/tenses/OOC as well. This was written in pure humor w/ no other thought haha. I was reading Chicken Soup for the Teenage Soul and one of the entries in there inspired this out of me…so there it goes. :P Umm…disclaimer for that book, Sailor Moon belongs to Takeuchi-san of course and I just wanted to say thank you to all who read as well as wrote a review for the last chappy of FwB. :D I enjoyed and read every bit of it. This is for you :P This should go without saying…but just so we're clear…the five words were: can I borrow your pencil…hahahaha and…I guess I can scratch making a one-shot in that little list I have for myself now…XD