I HEART GEEKS
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I HEART CS FANS
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Project "Avoiding Geeks" was going successfully. I haven't seen Koko for more then two weeks. I was practically shining in the happy-face atmosphere. The oldie, who was sitting in front of me, was smiling back as my family's fake Santa Klaus.
Santa, if only you would be real, I wouldn't sit here, in the main train station with some old creep who acted as he knew me from my birth.
The oldie waved me with his left hand and I raised my right eyebrow in question. Really, a creep.
"Young lady, may I know your name?" he asked, like a grandfather.
"My mommy taught me that saying my personal information to strangers is wrong thing to do. I'm sorry but I can't tell you."
He smiled and nodded, "Good girl."
Good girl my ass, grandpa.
"Attention, the train to Nagoya comes in ten minutes. The train to Nagoya comes in ten minutes." A woman's voice echoed in the whole train station.
I smiled, stood up from my seat, fixed my expensive sun dress, spun around and went for the third sector where the train to Nagoya stopped. Passing by the oldie, I saw how he opened his mouth and licked his lips. Perverted pedobear.
In Nagoya lived my grandfather with his girlfriend. Tragic that in his age he still could get a girlfriend while I couldn't find any normal guy who would like to date me.
Standing on third platform I noticed how beautiful Tokyo looked from the point of view on platform. The buildings, the streets with lots of people, it all was so charming that I wanted to cry like a little crybaby. Uh-huh.
I sighed and told myself to focus on mission "Visit your grandfather and survive there one day". I hoped that I will survive while his crazy sixty three year old girlfriend would make me eat her baked cakes, cookies and drink her not so tasty tea.
I shuttered and closed my eyes in disgust for three second. When I opened them, in front of me was standing a hottie.
Black hair, black sunglasses, blue jeans, black leather jacket and a black T-shirt under it made him look like a hot French toast. If Sumire, my best friend would be here, she would gasp at him, ask him his name and talk with him till he would get annoyed and accept her invitation for a date. Too bad there was only me who had zero experience with guys as hot as him.
To focus on something else, I turned to another side and looked at the bored grannies that were sitting on the bench and gossiping about their son fiancées. It was kind of evil but life was a bitch.
One of them took of her glasses and started to stare at me. I stared back and felt how her wrinkles stared at me too.
Trying not to vomit, I turned back at the very, very hot guy and stared at his back. He had nice shoulders that could make every girl have a nice fantasy for those lonely, lonely nights. If only I could touch his shoulders.
"Train arriving on the third platform. I repeat, train arriving on the third platform."
I fixed my Gucci bag on my shoulder and opened it to take from it my black Gucci sunglasses. Daddy last week was in Italy and bought me some nice gifts. I put the sunglasses on my face and searched for the hottie around the platform. He was gone.
Sighing dramatically, I walked to the train and get into it. The first thing I noticed was the lovely seats. The color on them had faded and they looked kind of dirty. Making a disgusting face, I took out Cosmopolitan and put it under my amazing butt. I couldn't risk and make my newest red sun dress dirty. And again, I started to miss the luxury limousine.
"Is this seat taken?" Very, very attractive and husky voice asked me, bringing me back from my memories that I had with limousine. Turning my head to stare at the bastard who interrupted my sweet memories with limousine, I froze and stared at very nice looking torso. It almost screamed 'touch me'.
"Oh, God," I whispered and slowly let my gaze slid up toward this nice body's owner face. Sexy, muscular chest, sexy neck, appetizing chin, mouth, perfect nose and black sunglasses made me realize that it was the same Hottie from the platform. His sexy and messy black hair was sexy reaching till his sunglasses.
I realized that there was too much sexiness in his appearance. It was so bad for a good girl like me. And I promised my mommy that traveling to Nagoya with train would be the safest way. How wrong I was.
"Can I sit here?" The Hottie asked again with a frown on his face. The frown made his face look more beautiful. High cheek bones, looking-so-soft skin and perfect lips made me want to lock them with mine.
"Of course," I said and removed my oh-so-sweet Gucci bag from beside seat. I put it on the dusty ground and looked apologizing at it. I hope you will understand it, Gucci.
After he sat beside me, I got to sniff his mouth watering scent. I wanted to faint or close my eyes in euphoria. It was too much for my seventeen year old heart. I stared at his face and my eyes caught a piercing in his ear. It made my heart beat to rose. He was bad. Oh yeah, he was bad.
He stirred in his seat, reminding me that he was alive and real. Having no control over my hormones, I slowly moved my little hand to his side. His long, slender fingers were looking so worth to join hands with him. His large hands looked so safe for my puny hands.
My hands and fingers even trembled just to have a little touch. I so wanted to touch him, his soft skin, the muscles in his hand, caress them and maybe even kiss them.
Gosh, I was picturing how to rape the Hotties hands with my own. I was so pathetic. But the worst thing only fallowed. He took his Ipod and earphones from his jacket's pocket and plug in the earphones in his ear. The Ipod was black and his slender, long tanned fingers made a crazy mix to my hormones. He started to slowly bob his head with the music's beat which he was listening.
He wouldn't feel a little touch on his hand, being half awake and half in trance of the music, right?
Slowly, like a spider with his horns, I reached my little fingers till his hand. A slow caress and my hormones started to dance their happy dance. His hand was so soft. I so wanted to touch it again and again. And I did it before the Hottie stopped bobbing his head and turned his head to my side. Feeling caught, I turned my head up and stared at the black lenses in his sun glasses.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. I tried to smile and chuckle, trying to find the right words to describe what I was doing. In the end I came up with the most original sentence.
"My fingers just wanted to touch your fingers." I smiled, knowing that it was the lamest answer in the whole world. Buddha and Gucci, I'm ashamed of myself.
The Hottie stared at me for few seconds with raised eyebrow. Then he put his Ipod and earphones in his pocket and took his bag from the ground. He stood up and looked at me with his still raised eyebrow. He smirked and walked away from me and the train's compartment. I sighed and stared at my fingers. You little traitors.
After the Hottie disappeared, no one turned attention to me. I felt like I was invisible. Wait, was I sulking? I never sulked to myself. I clapped my hands to get the stupid thoughts away from my brain. I stood up and looked around the compartment. There were two families, three old ladies and one guy with book. I raised my eyebrow and decide to visit the little bookworm.
I coughed and he looked away from his book to look at me. His eyes had the color of grass. It was dirty green and it sucked me inside his eyes. His face was so cute that it made me want to pinch his cheeks. His glasses were in green frames, which made his green eyes to stand out. His honey blond hair looked very soft. I stared at him and his cheeks went in tomato red color. I smiled and sat beside him.
"I hope that I am not disturbing you with my presence." I smiled and looked into his green eyes. He smiled and put his book in his bag.
"Not at all. I was getting bored but thanks to you," he looked at me. "I have fun now."
"So, funny boy, how do your friends call you?"
"My friends call me Yuu." He smiled and turned in his seat to face me better. Only now I realized that he was wearing blue shirt with pale jeans. The brown belt made it appearance again. "But my Counter Strike pals calls me Yuu-Man. Maybe because I have nickname yuu-man243, I don't know. Do you play CS?"
"No," I said, looking a bit worried what to do next. Should I run for my life or hide under the seat in the train till Nagoya?
"Are you traveling till Nagoya?" he asked while opening one of his big bags to take out a MAC laptop.
Dolca&Gabbana, where have you brought me?
"Yes, I am." I smiled and looked how careful he opened his laptop and caressed laptop's keyboard with his palm. "And you?"
"Yeah, me too. I have to meet my grandmother with her boyfriend." He chuckled and I tried not to feel some kind of déjà-vu, listening to him. "I was thinking, maybe you want to try to play CS?"
I opened my mouth to shout loud no but he already clicked on CS icon.
"You have internet connection in train?"
"Yeah," he smiled and put the laptop in my lap. "Please, don't drop it. From the looks, you look like a good girl and this way I want to trust you."
I stared at his face and he smiled and took the book he was reading before to continue reading it. Somehow, no matter how much he was a nerd, he made me felt kind of special. He trusted me after we talked for few minutes.
Trust is a thing that should be earned. I earned it from him in few minutes. I still stared and he stared at me back.
"What is it?" he asked, smiling at me.
"Can I log in Facebook?" I asked, smiling back and he laughed before saying yes.
The next two hours passed in blur and I found out that Yuu Tobita was very, very nice guy. He went to all boy boarding school and was eighteen years old. He liked to go fishing with his father at the summer break and liked to read books. His friends liked to call him a Computer and Book geek because he never could live a day without a computer or a book.
It happened that his grandmother lived around the same city's side as my grandfather. We walked together and chatted about everything. I told him about the Hottie but he only laughed about it.
But the shocker of the day was when my grandfather arrived with his Audi, he told Yuu to join us because his grandmother was already waiting him at my grandfather's house.
"Wait," I said and looked at Yuu. "Your grandmother is Rika?"
"And your grandfather is her boyfriend?" Yuu raised his eyebrow and laughed. "World is so small."
I laughed back and the entire day turned out to be very good, thanks to Yuu, of course. We even decided to sleep in the same room just to talk more. I talked with Yuu till five at the morning. Then we decided to sleep because our train to Tokyo left Nagoya at twelve in the afternoon.
At the morning I felt like a shit, excuse me for my rude language. I couldn't think straightly, only gave my grandfather a kiss on cheek, waved my hand to Rika and passed out in the train on Yuu's shoulder.
The next thing I felt were the nudges on my shoulder. I opened my sleepy and really puffy eyes to look at Yuu, who was smiling at me.
"We're in Tokyo, princess."
I thanked Yuu for waking me up and dared to look at the mini mirror in my powder- case. I was right, I looked so miserable, like an alcoholic with dark eye circles. If Sumire would see me right now, she would faint.
After putting some tonal cream on my face, eye shadows, eye liner and mascara, I looked like myself. I put pink lip gloss on my lips and sent an air kiss to my mirror.
"Sometimes I wonder why girls need to make themselves look like clowns." Yuu murmured and I ignored him. "The natural beauty is better."
"Natural beauty is soo old school, sweetheart." I said and smirked as I saw how he blushed at the nickname I gave him.
We exchanged with mobile phone numbers and after that he was practically shining with delight. I giggled under my breath about it.
Geeks were so easy to make happy.
Soon the train stopped at Tokyo's train station. I jumped out and waved Yuu arevoar before I fished my mobile phone from my bag to call my daddy. After ten minutes I was sitting in train station's café and waiting for my limousine.
"Oh my gosh, isn't it Mikan Sakura herself?" I knew her voice. Luna Koizumi was standing beside my table and smiling at me sweetly.
"Guess who I saw today with a geek again?"
"Hm," I said, acting as I thought. "Yourself in the mirror?"
"It's not even funny, Sakura." Luna said and pushed her blond curls away from her face. She looked very good comparing to me right now. After all, she hasn't slept six hours and ride with train for almost three hours and slept on geek's shoulder but I must admit that it felt pretty nice.
"Whatever you say," I smiled and took a gulp of my hot tea which was standing on the table. "By the way, nice haircut."
"Aw, thanks," Luna smiled and sat in the seat on the table's other side. "You're the first person who noticed."
"Glad to hear." I smiled and noticed how she turned from gossip girl mood to good friend mood. That was Luna Koizumi for you, a weird mood chick.
"How's your sister?" Luna asked and looked in my hazel brown eyes with her sky blue eyes.
"She's okay, next week visiting us with her surprise. I wonder what the surprise is going to be." I said and took another gulp of my hot fruit tea.
Misaki Sakura was my sister. She was almost nineteen and she was studying at prestige Tokyo University. She was cute, with red hair and brown eyes. She wasn't that girly and I have never seen her hanging out with a boy. Maybe she was a lesbian. Go and figure my crazy family. She was living with her best friend.
"Nice," said Luna and looked around the café. "Oh my gosh, turn six o'clock."
I turned around in my seat and felt another pang of déjà-vu. There, sitting at the corner of café and reading some book, was the Hottie. The same Hottie my fingers wanted to rape. I turned around and blushed.
"I wonder what he would say about little chat." Luna whispered and stood up. "Goodbye Sakura, I'm going to be nice and not tell Cici who I saw today with another geek. It looks like you start to like them."
"Whatever you say, Luna." I said and drank the last gulp of tea when my mobile phone vibrated. I looked at it and saw that I have got two messages.
The first one was from Yuu. I smiled and waited while my mobile phone opened it.
From 03-3833-6030
Hey, em, just wanted to say that it was nice to meet you. Hope to see you again.
It was so sweet that I got a little happy tear in my eye.
The next one was from the limousine driver.
Miss, move your pretty bottom outside the train station.
How I loved him.
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A/N- Here is a little gift for you. I hope you liked this chapter. I realized that I made Mikan look like a pervert. I'm ashamed of myself, hah. I have no idea if the number I wrote for Yuu exists, I took it from Airlines Cathay Pacific and changed it a little bit.
Please, review.
Love,
Little Cute Girl.