In the morning she woke up to the sound of her alarm. The stupid thing was giving her a headache; she needed to change the song it played. Too much computer generated noise so early in the morning.
She stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. She washed her hair, her body, her face. She had to wash her face several times to make sure the previous days makeup was gone. She stepped out of the shower thirty minutes later. Her hair took so long to wash. Combing it out wasn't a short process either. First she combed it out, then she finger combed several oils and creams into the length of it, then comb again to disperse the stuff evenly. She applied her makeup. Got dressed for the day, forced to wear jeans because of her lack of clean clothes. She hated jeans. No mobility. Perfume, jewelry, shoes, then out to do some things around the house. Coffee first, then starting laundry, making breakfast, and starting on the essay. Halfway through the essay she had to switch the laundry over to the dryer and start another load. She finished the essay and proofread it before sending it to the kid by email. He'd pay her twenty extra bucks just for typing it; she hated writing essays by hand anyway.
More laundry and dishes. She needed to go to the gym today, but she needed to finish laundry first. It was a Monday, so she didn't have much tutoring going on. She had an hour session at seven, but that was all. Weekdays at school time were her happy times. She could work out, shop, work on a translation, draw, whatever she wanted. Recently she was getting into manga and anime from Japan. It helped her learn the language. Today though, she actually had shit to do. She looked at the laundry pile again and realized it would take all day. There was no way she would be able to go to the gym. She opted for a home workout. Not quite as thorough, but still better then nothing.
While waiting for the next load she started drawing again, this time a story like the manga she had recently started reading. The singer from the night before, Aladdin, became the main character. At first it was an adventure, a story of three friends. Quickly though, it became a romance. The other character being Judal. She continued this cycle until six-thirty, when she had to leave to go tutor the kid.
It took three weeks before Judal saw Aladdin again. She was on YouTube, looking for new music to replace what she'd been listening too. She was sick of all the computer-generated crap. She came across the boy's account and couldn't stop listening. Some of the songs were with other musicians, but most were just him. He could play guitar and piano from what Judal could tell. She stayed up all night and watched every single video posted on his account. He sang at that coffee shop every Friday and Sunday night. She became an even more regular customer of the little place, if that was even possible. She stayed in the back corner every time, making sure he couldn't see her. She wore hats or hoods to keep her face as hidden as possible. She was always drawing. She had quite a collection of doujinshi at this point. Well, they weren't true doujinshi, it wasn't like she had published them or anything. Maybe she would. Whatever.
She was always watching him. She wanted him to notice, yet at the same time she didn't. She didn't want him to end up disliking her like so many others did. People were always interested at first, but most didn't stay interested for long. She could count on her hands how many friends she had. It wasn't like they were close friends either.
Aladdin watched the artist for two months before he made a move. He couldn't get her out of his head since they ran in to each other. She had invaded his dreams. He was at a point where it was difficult to study. She had taken root in his mind and invaded his every thought.
He couldn't take it any more so during his break one Friday night he sat down at her table at the free seat. He couldn't really see what she was drawing, but he liked watching her hands glide across the paper. He didn't get to watch for long. She stopped almost immediately and looked up at him.
She smirked easily. "If it isn't Chibi. Don't you have some singing to do or something?"
"I'm on break. I have been singing for the past three hours. I always take a break half way through."
"Is that so?"
"You are always here. Didn't you ever notice?"
Of course I did. "I never really paid attention. What did I do to receive the honor of your company?" Shit! He noticed me here.
"Um, I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner. I know this Italian restaurant about ten minutes away from here, or we could get French at the place down the street."
"What makes you think I want to spend any more time with you then I already do?"
His cheeks reddened a bit and her confidence level rose. "I was just wondering because you are always at this coffee shop but I have never seen you eat."
"How interesting that you noticed."
"How could I not notice? You are beautiful! You completely pull my attention away from everyone else in the room." His eyes widened as he realized what he said.
"Oh? And what is it you find so interesting about me?"
"Your hair is really pretty and long. It must take forever to take care of. Mine takes forever but it isn't as long as yours. Your braid is very cool by the way. And, um, you have a very nice body." He winced at how that must have sounded, but it wasn't like he had much to say about her personality yet, this was only his second conversation with her. "And your eyes."
Here it comes. He was bullshitting me, wasn't he? "Your eyes are really beautiful. Like rubies. I've never seen anything like them before." Wait, what?
"Say that again, Chibi."
"Which part?"
"The eyes."
"I think your eyes are beautiful."
He thought her eyes were beautiful. He was officially her favorite person in the world. "Fine. Go finish your singing job for the night and then we will get dinner."
Hello!
So I struggled to finish this chapter during the week with all the school work but I did it! Holy crap that was difficult. Anyway...
fallen-I'm so glad you like my writing! You can absolutely request stories, I am happy to write as many as possible as quickly as possible. I already have an idea for the high school judal and college aladdin. Hopefully will get that done on/by Friday. The other you suggested is very similar to something I am in the process of writing so I may just combine the two ideas...we shall see. Feel free to request anything else! I am totally open to anything (kinda...within reason. :P)
Until Next Time!
-Kizuna
