Heyy everybody! This is the second chapter, I'm sorry it took so long. Anywho, I hope you like the story so far! I'm sorry the boys still don't show up yet, but I'm working on it!
Please review if you liked! It gives me motivation and I'm lazy otherwise . . . heheh ;)
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Chapter two: Planning parties an' shit
Mikan slouched in the corner of Ichio's biggest booth-table-thing and giggled. She had booze, sexiness and some glittery friends. She loved her glittery friends. And she loved her life. When she drunk, at least. Or absolutely shit-faced. But that doesn't matter, because Mikan just doesn't get hung-over. Totally unnatural, maybe, but she never has and it looks like she never will. Or something like that. Who cares anyway? There are like three Sumires all of a sudden, and Mikan wants to chat them all up at the same time. Because Sumire is hot. And her favouritest cousin. And that would be some kind of record.
For reals.
"Mikan, your eyes are crossing," Sumire observed frankly.
"Tee hee!"
Mikan hiccupped and slouched back into her seat, suddenly not interested in chatting Sumire up. She stared up at the roof with hazy eyes and started wondering how she was going to explain to Hotaru why she had thrown out her crab this morning. Maybe it was because Hotaru was being pissy and threw her howalon in the fire. Or something like that . . .
Sumire watched her absolutely pissed friend-thing in amusement. She was feeling better now, and suddenly her life didn't seem to suck so much. Maybe. She flipped open her phone, pushing aside a pile of dirty dishes aside to place it on the table. Offering to shout Mikan food usually leads to a day long buffet of stuff that would probably give anyone else diabetes. But Mikan was weird like that. And so was Hotaru, wherever her black soul was residing now.
Speaking of where people were. She should probably go pick up Luna now. Work started in a half-hour, and the bitch couldn't drive. Actually, it seemed neither could Mikan, Hotaru and Nonoko. But oh well. She wanted to get out of this place anyway. It was getting busy.
Gonna cum (o.o dirty) get u bitch. Move and u die.
Sumire sent the text and got up, stretching luxuriously. With a sparing glance at the inebriated Mikan, Sumire figured she wasn't going anywhere. Mikan was a pain, but she knew what was good for her. Most of the time.
Sliding between tables towards the bar, Sumire regularly checked Mikan was where she had left her. When she reached the bar, she waited until Nonoko was working up her end before calling out.
"I'm taking Mikan home now. See you later."
Nonoko spared her a fleeting glance as she juggled glasses and otherwise used her awesome mad scientist powers to mix and pour at lighting speed. Or something. The girl was a fricken ninja at glass pouring. Sumire appreciated Nonoko's sanity, regardless.
"Good luck with that. Hotaru ain't gonna be happy if take her back like that."
"Urgh, don't remind me."
Sumire walked back to the booth she had lazed around in for the best part of the day. Mikan was still collapsed in the corner, even drooling a little bit. She still managed to look damn hot. If she had more time to hang around, Sumire might be tempted to flirt. As it was, she needed her attention.
"Mikan, babe. I want to take you home," she drawled amusedly.
Mikan uncrossed her eyes long enough to stumble to her feet and sling an arm around Sumire's shoulders. Well she tried and missed. Sumire slung the arm for her.
"I don't- don't, uh. Norm'ly do that . . . uh, yeah. Be ge'tle wif me."
Sumire couldn't help the urge to laugh that welled up in her as Mikan slurred her words. Then Mikan fell half-asleep on her shoulder and Sumire fought the urge to swear. This kid was fucking heavy! Maybe instead of getting fat, all the food she ate just increased her density. For reals.
Sumire ignored the looks she got for dragging a passed-out, drunk teenage-girl through a crowded bistro at six o'clock at night. She was so used to this crap. Wow, that was frightening. But true.
For reals.
Misaki had to laughingly open the door for them. Sumire wanted to punch her.
"Have fun girls! Remember to play it safe!"
She got nothing more than the bird from Sumire and some drunken, drowsy mumbles from Mikan that may have been something along the lines of 'like a boss. For reals'.
xxXOXxx
"On three. Do it slow."
"Don't be so nervous babe; you know it'll come good in the end."
Sumire blinked at Luna for a moment. Her arms were looped under Mikan's holding her head off the ground. Luna was holding her legs. Sumire had decided to pick Luna up first as reinforcements when Mikan had started snoring in the front seat. She was so not facing Hotaru by herself. She sighed at her co-worker, then raised an eyebrow.
"Really. You wanna go there now?"
"You know me. Always in the mood."
"You're not gonna be in the mood when Hotaru rips your balls off."
"Oh, so now you wanna talk about my sausage and potatoes?"
Sumire closed her eyes for a moment and told herself she only had to last a few more minutes until Luna's help was no longer needed. Then she could run her over with a car. Or something like that. She figured that nobody would miss Luna. She was kind of maybe a total bitch most of the time. And when she wasn't bitching she was either flirting or sleeping.
With a few more heaving steps, they reached the door of Hotaru and Mikan's apartment thing. Yeah. Good thing it was on the second floor. Or something. It would have been worse if it was the third because Mikan is heavy. And she eats like a horse. And she's not fat. And life was so not fair. So. Not. Fair.
For reals.
Luna let one of Mikan's legs drop to the floor and reached over to press the doorbell-buzzer-com thing that Hotaru had made years ago. Really. If Hotaru's heart wasn't shrivelled and black and there wasn't merely a void where her good intentions should be, the girl could be famous for her invention thingies. Then she could buy all the food she wanted (Pig) without having to threaten her 'friends'. Quite frankly, Hotaru didn't do friends, just Mikan (her relationship with Mikan has got to be the weirdest thing Luna had ever seen. And she's Luna) and servants.
Jeez, and people said Luna was a bitch.
The door swung open and Luna felt hell freeze over.
Hotaru observed the scene in front of her. Sumire, Luna and Mikan. A Mikan who was drunk and passed-out and obviously not taking her turn to cook dinner. In fact, her state probably meant Hotaru would have to care of her tonight. Even make sure she's okay in the morning. If Hotaru let the moron stay here tonight (disregarding the fact that Mikan lived here, too), she would become responsible for her drunken state.
Like hell Hotaru was doing that, my friends. Like hell.
The door made a lovely slamming sound as she closed it in their faces.
Sumire fought the urge to screech and claw at her eyes in frustration. This was so not her day-night-both-thing –whatever-don't- question-her-god.
"C'mon, Hotaru! Look after her for one night, you bitch-pig! It won't kill you!"
"Don't be like that, sweetheart! Isn't she your best friend?"
Hotaru settled herself back on the couch, deep within the depths of her apartment and continued eating her crab (which she'd had to buy more of. Thanks Mikan). She was ignoring the bangs on the door and pleads to her better nature. Eventually they'd give up and leave Mikan sprawled on the doorstep. And then Hotaru would have to go grab her to stop the neighbours getting a bad impression. And because it's Mikan. And because nobody else would agree to be Hotaru's roommate and then she'd have to spend more money on rent and less on food. And Hotaru didn't like spending money full stop.
Regardless, Mikan was buying her breakfast tomorrow. And lunch. And dinner.
She'd say 'for reals' here, but that would make her a moron. And Hotaru did not sink to that level.
xxXOXxx
"Poopy-pie-fudge-crackle-snot!"
". . . What?"
"Now that I have your attention-"
"-You could have just said 'hey Anna, can I talk to you?'"
"Where's the fun in that?"
Misaki grinned at her friend. Said friend looked back in wordless trepidation. Well, Misaki had been hoping for excitement, but Anna was such a dear she'll overlook it. Misaki leaned over to wipe down, yet another, table. Why couldn't these people get the goddamn food in their mouths? It's like they pay to spread plates of food across the tables. Probably do.
In fact, they probably wait outside so that they can laugh at Misaki cleaning up their filth. Bastards. For reals.
"Didn't you have something to tell me?" Anna muttered as she wiped down her own table. Misaki blinked at her.
"I just wanted to tell you that you're driving me home. Thought you should know."
"How did you get here if you didn't drive?"
". . . I actually don't know."
Misaki flounced off with Anna's eyes on her back. Really, sometimes Anna wished Misaki had never met Mikan. Because, come on, she's Mikan Sakura, and you don't escape meeting her the same as you were before you met her. She was like bombshell. Anna wondered what it was like for Yuka, attempting to raise Mikan. Then remembered that Yuka was just as bad as her daughter, but smarter. Anna sighed; why was she friends with such suss people? It was probably Nonoko's fault. Her sister was the older one and more responsible.
"Anna-pie! Nono-bug! Come here my pets!"
Anna sighed and collected her cleaning rags, making a bee line for the bar. If she was driving both her friends home anyway (seriously, why can't anyone but Sumire drive?) she might as well listen to whatever Misaki had to say. It was probably ridiculous, and involved making Mikan's day and sending Sumire insane. Or something. Sometimes Anna felt really bad for Sumire (and herself) because everyone else they knew was so weird.
Anna slumped against the counter and threw down her cleaning rag with something like relief. This job was hard goddammit. Nonoko yawned as though echoing her thoughts and continued her counting of the money in the register. Anna wondered for a moment what would happen if Hotaru was ever around at closing up time. What with all that money being flung around before it was counted. Then Anna stopped thinking about that because she could imagine all to well what it would be like and she was close to crapping her pants at the thought.
"Soooo, I was thinking . . ."
"That's a surprise."
"Soooo, I was thinking before Nono interrupted me that we should have a party tomorrow."
Anna leaned her head on her hand and wondered wether she could handle another party. She did like spending time with friends. And Sumire had an awesome kitchen. And they always let her cook because no one but her could. Mikan and Hotaru don't count because they stuff they cook would make any normal person diabetic. For reals.
"Does Sumire know about this yet?" Nonoko inquired amusedly. She was having fun imagining Sumire's face already. The girl spent her life perpetually exasperated. And depressed. It was funny.
Misaki frowned at her. "Why would I do that? She'd just complain. Besides she'll find out tomorrow."
Anna bit her lip worriedly. "But what if she's got something planned?" Nonoko laughed and Misaki snorted. Misaki continued her snort and smoothly made it a comment.
"Since when has Sumire ever got anything planned?"
When you put it that way . . .
"Fair enough! I'm in," Anna exclaimed cheerfully. Oh tomorrow was going to be so much fun!
BTW it was just a matter of fact that any social event planned between them was at Sumire's. Mostly because the girl's parents had left them a freaking mansion while they gallivanted across the globe as star struck tourists, but also because it was, by general consensus, the most kick-ass house in existence. Or something. But Anna had to say it was an awesome house. With an awesome kitchen.
Tee hee.
xxXOXxx
The doorbell rang through the large house, bouncing off the walls and echoing all the way to a green-haired girl sitting on the couch in the upstairs lounge room. Said green-haired girl rolled out of her makeshift bed of pillows and blankets and sat up sluggishly. Her foot rested against a brown ball of fur and she blinked at it; disorientated, as the unnecessarily loud doorbell continued to ring. After a moment of gathering her bearings, Sumire stood up and began her trek to the front door.
That doorbell was obnoxiously loud, and annoying. Sumire was so not in the mood right now (was she ever?) because she was tired. And she was tired because she slept (not really slept, because it was uncomfortable) on the couch last night (hence the pillows and blankets) because the last person to sleep in her bed had been Luna and she hadn't had time yet (translation, could not bothered to) to change the sheets on said bed and Sumire did not want to catch Luna's aura of butt-tard.
After a stumble-fall encounter with the stairs (because seriously, Sumire never has any encounters with stairs that aren't stumble-fall) Sumire gimped across The Entrance Hall and opened the door.
"Hello Sumi!"
"Took you long enough. God."
"Babe, you look hawt!"
"Is Mikan here? If she's not I think Hotaru may have murdered her."
"As if I'd waste the effort."
Sumire looked at Nonoko, Luna, Misaki, Anna and Hotaru and suddenly she felt like crying. Or dying. Or just banging her head on the wall until she fell into a coma. Speaking of comas she should probably clear something up.
"Hotaru didn't murder her. Sadly. She cleared out my pantry and then disappeared, so she's probably in a food-coma somewhere in the kitchen area. I dunno, I haven't seen her for hours."
Her own set of demons (except maybe Nono and Anna) marched past her into the house as though it was their fucking right. Sumire thought about protesting, then caught sight of some vodka in Luna's possession and decided, fuck, they never listen to her anyway. She'll hang around long enough to get the booze then go hide in an airing cupboard and drink it all while she waited for her air to run out and for her slow and painful death that could not be more painful than her friend-things. Or something.
xxXOXxx
Hotaru went straight for the kitchen with vengeance in her heart. She had come expecting to be able to eat for free, and now she hears Mikan has beaten her to it? The baka was in for the beating of her life, and then some nice and devoted servitude of Hotaru's every need. Yes, that sounds nice.
Once again Hotaru shall remind you she does not say such stupid things as 'for reals'.
xxXOXxx
As usual, everybody decided that it was just not worth getting in Hotaru's way, even for Mikan's sake. Misaki flounced off to go die (hopefully) or maybe she was just heading for the movie cabinet. Either way, Sumire hated her. She stumble-falled up the stairs and around the corner back to her pillow fort and cat. Nonoko, Anna and Luna followed her because they had nothing else to do and no lives outside destroying Sumire's.
Anna frowned at the squishy and infinitely comfortable place the lounge had suddenly become. "Why aren't you camped in your room?" she asked. Sumire just looked at her.
"Because the last person to spend time in it was Luna."
Luna whistled as she hiked over to the second fridge and dumped her bottles in it. She called over her shoulder just as cheerfully.
"Butt-tard aura is not contagious. Just putting it out there."
Sumire snorted and allowed Nonoko to put a comforting arm around her shoulder. It was so contagious, and besides, she didn't want to take a chance and find out. She slipped out from Nonoko's arm and stumbled back to her couch tiredly. Sitting down, she realised the thing under her butt was squirming and not very comfortable. Considering that Bungle was still curled up at the opposite end of the couch, the living thing she was sitting on could be only one person.
"When the fuck did you get up here? And how?"
Mikan squirmed some more and poked her head out of the blankets drowsily. The fat-but-not-really-fat-pig-face was obviously still recovering from her food coma.
"I'm not one to complain about a girl on top of me, but this isn't a good time, Sumi."
Sumire wordlessly picked up a spare pillow and thumped Mikan in the face with it. She was so throwing this bitch to the wolves (Hotaru).
For reals.
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Anyway, I'll try to get the next chapter up as quick as I can, laters! XD