Based on the song "Unemployed Boyfriend" by Everclear.
I don't own the song and I don't own Sailor Moon.
Insane
Part 1/2
By Appearances
Tsukino Usagi was mad. Her day had started
out by getting a call from her boss. He had proceeded
to yell at her at seven o'clock in the morning for not
showing up at the 24-hour diner that she waitressed
at. He claimed she was supposed to be there at six,
while she tried telling him that she had specifically
requested the day off and he had given it to her. After
he realized that he had made a mistake in thinking it
was Sunday when it was Saturday, he merely hung up
without even a, "Sorry."
She had found it impossible to get back to sleep
after having taken such a harsh yelling so early in the
morning, so instead she enlisted the help of a hair stylist
friend to turn her naturally golden locks into a darker
color - black. The friend, Aino Minako, had failed to
inform Usagi of her drunken state until after starting
to color Usagi's hair. The end result: blonde streaks in
black hair. Usagi hated it.
Kou Seiya, Usagi's boyfriend, had called her a
little bit after the hair incident. Seiya had been touring
with his band, The Three Lights, for a couple of months,
but Usagi found herself not missing him at all. He, on the
other hand, apparently missed her. He called her every
day and freaked out when she wasn't home to answer.
Usagi couldn't help but wonder how someone so
emotional could be afraid of displaying those emotions
publicly.
Seiya had had a specific purpose when he called
that morning: he asked her to tour along with him. When
she refused to drop her life to follow him around like a
groupie, he got upset causing a huge argument to start up
between them. Usagi had hung up on him in the middle of
the conversation and refused to answer the phone again
when it rang. Instead, she hurried out the door to her
apartment and headed for the bank. She needed to deposit
her latest paycheck before rent and the utilities were due.
Walking down the sidewalk, Usagi rummaged
through her purse, looking for a cigarette. Finding none,
she grew frustrated. She had lost two packs in two days
and was not pleased with that. It was bad enough that
she spent twenty dollars a week on cigarettes; she didn't
need to be spending more than that because she lost a pack
or two.
She was desperate for a cigarette. She needed to
calm her nerves and smoking was the one habit that she had
found that did it for her. She spotted a dark-haired young
man up ahead of her smoking and quickly walked up
behind him. Under normal circumstances, she would
ignore the urge to hit other people up for cigarettes, but
her day had been going downhill since seven o'clock that
morning and there were no convenience stores in sight. She
sighed as she remembered that yesterday she had done this
exact thing in a similar moment of desperation. Life
sucked sometimes.
"Excuse me, sir," she said. "Can I get a cigarette
please?"
The man turned and Usagi found herself staring
into a pair of dark blue eyes. The man stared at her for a
second before taking out a cigarette and handing it to her.
"Thank you," she whispered, finding she could
hardly speak. The man stared at her intensely, as if he
knew her and she should know him. Deciding to ignore
him and his beautiful eyes, Usagi put the cigarette to her
lips and searched in her purse for a lighter. A flame was
presented to her moments later, halting her search. She
quickly lit the cigarette, mumbled another, "Thanks," and
was off to the bank again.
It took ten minutes to reach the bank and by the time
she got there, Usagi was a lot calmer than she had been. She
put out the cigarette before entering the bank. She sat down
on a chair to fill out a deposit form and was halfway done
when someone sat next to her. She looked up and saw the
man who had given her the cigarette earlier.
He leaned towards her a little bit and she
unconsciously leaned towards him as well. "This is going
to sound a little obsessive," he whispered, fidgeting a little
and refusing to look her in the eye.
Usagi looked at him questioningly. What was the
man talking about?. He ran a hand through his midnight
black hair and Usagi found her thoughts moving from his
strange behavior to how hot he was.
"This is going to sound a little bit strange." He
raised his gaze to meet hers. Apparently coming to the
conclusion that this was the right thing to do, his face
took on a look of determination. "I know you don't know
me yet, but you and I, we will be together someday."
"Huh?" Usagi asked. She was extremely confused.
Strangers didn't usually say things like that to her. She hoped
that strangers didn't usually say that to anyone. It was quite
the weird way to start up a conversation.
He took one of her hands into his own. "I know you
probably don't remember this, but you asked me for a
cigarette yesterday too. And I just couldn't stop staring at
you. You made me feel overjoyed just being in your presence
and I couldn't stop thinking about you at all yesterday and
this morning. Then you asked me for a cigarette again. And
I realized I want to be with you."
Usagi had stayed quiet through his confession and
found that she didn't know what to say after it was over, either.
A question popped into her head after a minute though and she
found herself asking it before she could stop.
"Is this for real?"
He laughed and she found herself loving that sound.
"Yes, this is for real. I just kept on having this daydream
yesterday that you would be the mother of my children someday
and I want to make it come true. If you want to be with me, I
will treat you like a queen. I will never let you down. I will
always let you win. I will go to all those chick-flick movies that
I really don't wanna see. I will treat you like you're special and
perfect. Because to me, you are."
Usagi couldn't believe how many times one guy could
make her completely speechless, but he had done it again. She
didn't know what to say to him and waited for him to say or do
something again. She wasn't disappointed. Within moments of
seeing that she wasn't sure what to do, he picked up her hand,
wrote down his name and number, and walked away.
Usagi refrained herself from asking him to stay.
I don't own the song and I don't own Sailor Moon.
Insane
Part 1/2
By Appearances
Tsukino Usagi was mad. Her day had started
out by getting a call from her boss. He had proceeded
to yell at her at seven o'clock in the morning for not
showing up at the 24-hour diner that she waitressed
at. He claimed she was supposed to be there at six,
while she tried telling him that she had specifically
requested the day off and he had given it to her. After
he realized that he had made a mistake in thinking it
was Sunday when it was Saturday, he merely hung up
without even a, "Sorry."
She had found it impossible to get back to sleep
after having taken such a harsh yelling so early in the
morning, so instead she enlisted the help of a hair stylist
friend to turn her naturally golden locks into a darker
color - black. The friend, Aino Minako, had failed to
inform Usagi of her drunken state until after starting
to color Usagi's hair. The end result: blonde streaks in
black hair. Usagi hated it.
Kou Seiya, Usagi's boyfriend, had called her a
little bit after the hair incident. Seiya had been touring
with his band, The Three Lights, for a couple of months,
but Usagi found herself not missing him at all. He, on the
other hand, apparently missed her. He called her every
day and freaked out when she wasn't home to answer.
Usagi couldn't help but wonder how someone so
emotional could be afraid of displaying those emotions
publicly.
Seiya had had a specific purpose when he called
that morning: he asked her to tour along with him. When
she refused to drop her life to follow him around like a
groupie, he got upset causing a huge argument to start up
between them. Usagi had hung up on him in the middle of
the conversation and refused to answer the phone again
when it rang. Instead, she hurried out the door to her
apartment and headed for the bank. She needed to deposit
her latest paycheck before rent and the utilities were due.
Walking down the sidewalk, Usagi rummaged
through her purse, looking for a cigarette. Finding none,
she grew frustrated. She had lost two packs in two days
and was not pleased with that. It was bad enough that
she spent twenty dollars a week on cigarettes; she didn't
need to be spending more than that because she lost a pack
or two.
She was desperate for a cigarette. She needed to
calm her nerves and smoking was the one habit that she had
found that did it for her. She spotted a dark-haired young
man up ahead of her smoking and quickly walked up
behind him. Under normal circumstances, she would
ignore the urge to hit other people up for cigarettes, but
her day had been going downhill since seven o'clock that
morning and there were no convenience stores in sight. She
sighed as she remembered that yesterday she had done this
exact thing in a similar moment of desperation. Life
sucked sometimes.
"Excuse me, sir," she said. "Can I get a cigarette
please?"
The man turned and Usagi found herself staring
into a pair of dark blue eyes. The man stared at her for a
second before taking out a cigarette and handing it to her.
"Thank you," she whispered, finding she could
hardly speak. The man stared at her intensely, as if he
knew her and she should know him. Deciding to ignore
him and his beautiful eyes, Usagi put the cigarette to her
lips and searched in her purse for a lighter. A flame was
presented to her moments later, halting her search. She
quickly lit the cigarette, mumbled another, "Thanks," and
was off to the bank again.
It took ten minutes to reach the bank and by the time
she got there, Usagi was a lot calmer than she had been. She
put out the cigarette before entering the bank. She sat down
on a chair to fill out a deposit form and was halfway done
when someone sat next to her. She looked up and saw the
man who had given her the cigarette earlier.
He leaned towards her a little bit and she
unconsciously leaned towards him as well. "This is going
to sound a little obsessive," he whispered, fidgeting a little
and refusing to look her in the eye.
Usagi looked at him questioningly. What was the
man talking about?. He ran a hand through his midnight
black hair and Usagi found her thoughts moving from his
strange behavior to how hot he was.
"This is going to sound a little bit strange." He
raised his gaze to meet hers. Apparently coming to the
conclusion that this was the right thing to do, his face
took on a look of determination. "I know you don't know
me yet, but you and I, we will be together someday."
"Huh?" Usagi asked. She was extremely confused.
Strangers didn't usually say things like that to her. She hoped
that strangers didn't usually say that to anyone. It was quite
the weird way to start up a conversation.
He took one of her hands into his own. "I know you
probably don't remember this, but you asked me for a
cigarette yesterday too. And I just couldn't stop staring at
you. You made me feel overjoyed just being in your presence
and I couldn't stop thinking about you at all yesterday and
this morning. Then you asked me for a cigarette again. And
I realized I want to be with you."
Usagi had stayed quiet through his confession and
found that she didn't know what to say after it was over, either.
A question popped into her head after a minute though and she
found herself asking it before she could stop.
"Is this for real?"
He laughed and she found herself loving that sound.
"Yes, this is for real. I just kept on having this daydream
yesterday that you would be the mother of my children someday
and I want to make it come true. If you want to be with me, I
will treat you like a queen. I will never let you down. I will
always let you win. I will go to all those chick-flick movies that
I really don't wanna see. I will treat you like you're special and
perfect. Because to me, you are."
Usagi couldn't believe how many times one guy could
make her completely speechless, but he had done it again. She
didn't know what to say to him and waited for him to say or do
something again. She wasn't disappointed. Within moments of
seeing that she wasn't sure what to do, he picked up her hand,
wrote down his name and number, and walked away.
Usagi refrained herself from asking him to stay.