Ok, so chapter two. I'm not so good at dialogue, so I don't really know how all this will go over. I hope you like it. Please reveiw, and tell me what you think.
As it was, they hit each other in full force, and the books scattered in every direction. The girl yelped in surprise as she tumbled forward while Davis simultaneously fell backward with his arms pinwheeling. He had just enough time to wonder why the hell he kept falling(!) before landing hard on his rear. He felt the edge of one of the fallen books dig painfully into his thigh. The girl fell haphazardly into his lap, thankfully missing his groin. He felt Demiveemon squirm around in his pack, but thankfully, he didn't make any noise.
The girl stared up at Davis in horror and he couldn't help notice that her eyes weres a beautiful soft brown. She quickly scrambled off of him, getting to her knees. Davis realized his legs were stradling her and rapidly pulled them in closer, going indian-style, a slow blush seeping onto his face, althought he doubted very seriously that his could be nearly as bad as hers. Her face was a deep crimson color, and her mouth moved soundlessly, trying to form words past her embarrassment. After a few seconds, she finally found her voice. "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I am sooooooooooo sorry! So sorry! I should have been watching were I was going, and not walking so fast and- ooohhhhh no, my books, they're everywhere!" she cried out in dismay. She spoke in fluent Japanese but Davis detected the faint trace of an American accent. She crawled over to the nearest books and started collecting them.
Davis stared at her in bemusement. "Uhhh," he started, oh so intelligently. He cleared his throat and picked up the book that he had landed on, which was still partly under his leg. He got up and dusted himself off before collecting a few more that had scattered close to him. Holding them out to her, he tried to think of something to say. He was still a little taken by surprise. " Um, it's ok. Don't worry about it. I run into people all the time. Not to mention the occasional wall. Or trees. A few stop signs every now and then. Oh, and a man hole straight down to the sewer! I literally ran into it. Unintentional, of course. Not the same effect, but what the hell, huh? Still pretty embarrassing. I guess that's what I get for being absentminded."
The girl did a double take before cracking a grin that brightened her face. "You're a little odd, aren't you? I like that." She accepted the book with a grateful smile. "Thank you, kind sir. Who said chivalry was dead?" She reached down, picking up her last book, and adjusted them till they were comfortable in her arms, or as comfortable as she could get them. Now that Davis had a closer look, he saw that she had text books for at least six subjects, some of which he was taking himself, plus a popular manga which he had ironically just started reading through himself. Standing straight up, she was about a foot shorter than Davis. Her face was pleasently rounded, and her straight brown hair fell to her shoulders. She was clad in blue jeans and a pink tank top.
"Should I feel bad that I'm 'odd?'" Davis only half joked. "And I wouldn't call it chivalry, exactly. More like just being a little helpful. I was the one who knocked them everywhere at any rate." He was used to being called odd, so that didn't bother him to much. But being accused of chivalry? Not so much. He supposed she could be joking, but she seemed sincere. It unnerved him, but left him feelig oddly pleased.
"Not at all. Odd equals good in my opinion. Normal is just so...boring, y'know? I think it was chilvarous. To an extent anyways. None of the boys back home would ever help. Or be so nice about it. The only high school guys I know are jerks." She shrugged.
"Well that's not chivalry. That's being a good person. My name is Davis, by the way," he said and offered his hand. She stared at him with raised eyebrows, before glancing at the books in her arms meaningfully. "Oh, ah. Forgot about those." Another blush colored his face and he let his hand fall back to his side.
She threw her head back and laughed, a sweet, beautiful sound. "I like you Davis. Even if you did run into me." Davis opened his mouth to protest and then noticed he teasing smile. "My name is Melody. I just moved here from the United States because my parents are doing some kind of research into early Japanese history. They're historians. Both of thier speacilties are in Asian history. This is my first week in Japan. My parents sent me here so I could meet my teachers and get my books before I start class tomorrow. I guess I'm gonna have to get a bag for all these." She sighed and shifted the books into a different position, her arms seeming to becoming tired.
Dummy! Davis berated himself. "Here. Why don't you let me carry/hold those for you, you know. I mean if you want me to..." he tralied off awkwardly. He didn't know why he had offered. He certainly wasn't used to volunteering to carry books for anyone. Espeacially someone he had just met. Besides, what if she thought he was coming on to her? It would probably freak her out, even if it wasn't his intentions. As it turned out, his worries were unfounded.
She beamed at him. "Sure. That'd be nice. I mean, only if you want to!" she said nonchalantly. She smiled shyly at him as she handed him the books. "Do you think...no, never mind. I don't wanna bother you."
"No, what is it? I'm sure I'll be happy to help in any way I can," he reassured her, a little hesitantly.
"Well, i was hoping, well wondering really, and I mean, it won't bother me if you don't want to, I just thought, well...since I'm new in town, I thought maybe, you know, you could show me around sometime. I could use a friend. And a guide, till I get used to the area, and all. But...you probably don't have the time for it anyways." Her face was blood red, and she either couldn't or wouldn't look him in the eyes.
"I'd love to!" Davis said without thinking, his hesitation completely gone. The surprising thing was that he meant it. Davis didn't know exactly what it was, but something about this girl intrigued him, and he wasn't completely sure how. It felt very strange. Her face lit up again and she looked back up at him hopefully. "How about tomorrow? I don't have any plans. Me and my friends haven't been hanging out much lately, so I'm wide open." He coulnd't keep a note of bitterness from entering his voice.
"Tomorrow would be great," she said with a smile. "And is something wrong? With you and your friends I mean?" she inquired, sincere concern entering her voice. "Or are they just too busy? My friends back in America were always too busy for me before I moved. They regret it now, but I can understand why they couldn't. Maybe you should say something to them about it."
"Yeah, it's kinda the same way with mine. And it's not that I don't understand. I just hate whats happening with all of us. And I'm not completely sure my pride would let me say anything." Davis gave a half shrug. "Oh well. It is what it is. So anyways. Are you headed home right now?"
"Yeah, my parents will be expecting me soon, and I just met my last teacher before we had our head-on collision," she said, winking at him. I live in an apartment on Akarusa Street." She absently pushed a stray strand of hair away from her eyes.
Davis scratched his head in disbelief. "You're kidding me! That's just one block over from my home. Isn't that ironic? Haha, and convienent too, I'd say, if you ever wanna hang out. That's more of a question than a statement, by the way."
"Yeah, I think I'd like that," she said shyly. "You seem like a fun guy. And funny."
"Haha thanks. I try," he said, before snorting. "Although, a lot of the time it's more like funny just hits me in the face."
"Or runs into you?" Melody asked slyly.
Davis stared at her for a moment before busting out in laughter, the first real laughter he had had in a long, long time. "So it seems," he chuckled. "Well, let's start home, m'kay? Both of our parents will be waiting for us." He started walking down the hall in the direction he had originally been heading.
"Hey, wait. I thought the exit was the other way?" she queried.
He glanced back at her. "Only if you want the sceneic route. That way would make you walk around the school completely."
"Nope. No thanks!" she answered and quickly caught up. She fell silent for a moment. Davis looked over at her curiously to find her brown eyes locked on to his dark ones. "Thank you, Davis. This means a lot to me."
Davis felt his face flush, but he nodded. "I can honestly say that it's my pleasure." He stared at the ground in uncertainty. Well, this is confusing. Somehow, this girl has put me in a better mood, and I haven't even known her but for ten minutes. What does this all mean?