Make Me Feel This Way
By Poochie Moochie
D/C: Me not own characters, but the very well respected Miwa Ueda does.
The streets streaming with various rays of orange and pink hues. A heavy sigh escaped a young man's chest. His long nicely built body staggered forwards on the sidewalk. He grabed a fistful of his raven colored hair, mummbling swears. He contiued staggering, his hands balled up in his black school pants, his bag banging back and forth on his bottom everytime he took a step, his white shirt looking a yellowish orange. "Momo..." he breathed. Moaning he shook his head, then focused his sight on the ground. "Kiley! Kiley!?" yelled a young woman's voice. The rapid clicking of high heels woke Kiley from his deep angsty thoughts. He turned around.
"Momo..." He reapeated, brown eyes smiling. Momo tired from running, put her hands on her hips and inhaled air that burned her lungs. "Geez ya... made me run for quite a while..." she said inbetween breaths. Kiley gave her the elevator stare. Licking his lips, he liked what he saw. Momo was wearing red/beige sandel high heels, a mid thigh navy blue jean skirt with matching jacket that covered a red haulter top, her blonde hair was down, and a light blue satchel hanged at her side. Brown eyes met in an awkward silence. Momo shifted her gaze shly. A lump grew in Kiley's throat, as he thought, Mine... I want her to be mine only. I need her to be.
Kiley attempted to speak, nothing came out. He just wanted to stare and maybe even touch. He reached out to grab her arm that was shuffling through her bag. Momo preoccupide with looking for something in her bag, didn't even notice him pulling his arm back and biting his index finger. "Ah ha... found it," she said cheerfully pulling out a white t-shirt and matching shorts. Kiley took them hesitantly. "Remember from a really long time ago, you let me use those when my school and gym clothes got ripped by the girls from my gym class?" He just noded. "I've always meant to give them back to you... but I guess I always wanted something to remind me of when you were there for me." Momo looked down, her face lightly flushed.
She felt his arms wrap around her. "Momo..." he whispered, taking in the depth of her perfume. She hugged him back, tears falling on his shoulder. "If only..." she sniffled. "We could've... been togeth-" He raised her chin with his thumb, tiped his head forward, and planted his lips on hers. Momo wanted it to be her and him, together. She let it be her and him for that moment. Toji didn't even cross her mind while they kissed. Kiley broke the kiss, lusting for it again. He walked pass her, turned for a moment giving her the victory sign and sticking out his tongue. Momo blinked, more tears came. She watch him walk down the street till she couldn't see him anymore. People brushed up against her making her feel alone. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve and went to look for Toji. Alone.
A/N: Kay den der folks. How'd yah like it? Pretty good, ne? I can write another chapter if you'd like. I would just like to tell yah that I know that Momo nevah evah got her clothes ripped up, just wanted to say so... 'cause I don't want people freaking out on me. Ne ways please review.
Poochie Moochie
By Poochie Moochie
D/C: Me not own characters, but the very well respected Miwa Ueda does.
The streets streaming with various rays of orange and pink hues. A heavy sigh escaped a young man's chest. His long nicely built body staggered forwards on the sidewalk. He grabed a fistful of his raven colored hair, mummbling swears. He contiued staggering, his hands balled up in his black school pants, his bag banging back and forth on his bottom everytime he took a step, his white shirt looking a yellowish orange. "Momo..." he breathed. Moaning he shook his head, then focused his sight on the ground. "Kiley! Kiley!?" yelled a young woman's voice. The rapid clicking of high heels woke Kiley from his deep angsty thoughts. He turned around.
"Momo..." He reapeated, brown eyes smiling. Momo tired from running, put her hands on her hips and inhaled air that burned her lungs. "Geez ya... made me run for quite a while..." she said inbetween breaths. Kiley gave her the elevator stare. Licking his lips, he liked what he saw. Momo was wearing red/beige sandel high heels, a mid thigh navy blue jean skirt with matching jacket that covered a red haulter top, her blonde hair was down, and a light blue satchel hanged at her side. Brown eyes met in an awkward silence. Momo shifted her gaze shly. A lump grew in Kiley's throat, as he thought, Mine... I want her to be mine only. I need her to be.
Kiley attempted to speak, nothing came out. He just wanted to stare and maybe even touch. He reached out to grab her arm that was shuffling through her bag. Momo preoccupide with looking for something in her bag, didn't even notice him pulling his arm back and biting his index finger. "Ah ha... found it," she said cheerfully pulling out a white t-shirt and matching shorts. Kiley took them hesitantly. "Remember from a really long time ago, you let me use those when my school and gym clothes got ripped by the girls from my gym class?" He just noded. "I've always meant to give them back to you... but I guess I always wanted something to remind me of when you were there for me." Momo looked down, her face lightly flushed.
She felt his arms wrap around her. "Momo..." he whispered, taking in the depth of her perfume. She hugged him back, tears falling on his shoulder. "If only..." she sniffled. "We could've... been togeth-" He raised her chin with his thumb, tiped his head forward, and planted his lips on hers. Momo wanted it to be her and him, together. She let it be her and him for that moment. Toji didn't even cross her mind while they kissed. Kiley broke the kiss, lusting for it again. He walked pass her, turned for a moment giving her the victory sign and sticking out his tongue. Momo blinked, more tears came. She watch him walk down the street till she couldn't see him anymore. People brushed up against her making her feel alone. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve and went to look for Toji. Alone.
A/N: Kay den der folks. How'd yah like it? Pretty good, ne? I can write another chapter if you'd like. I would just like to tell yah that I know that Momo nevah evah got her clothes ripped up, just wanted to say so... 'cause I don't want people freaking out on me. Ne ways please review.
Poochie Moochie