Amu's P.O.V:
I slammed my front door shut and placed my back against it, sliding down with a loud groan.
"Either Ms. Hinamori has returned or we are about to have all of our stuff stolen." Sam shouted from the kitchen.
"Better watch out, I have a gun!" I shouted back, laughter came back as a response and I smiled. Even though Sam technically worked for me, we were best friends and always joked around with each other. I walked into the white kitchen and sat at the large island where Sam was chopping up some onions.
"We're having some chicken for dinner, any side-dish that you are craving currently?"
"More like a dessert, those fruit parfaits that you made last week, please?" I whined.
"I spoil you too much." He opened the oven that was currently baking the chicken, the aroma itself made my mouth water.
"That's why I love you." I beamed and it quickly died down, he seemed to take notice of this and his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
"So what did Sara say?" He asked, keeping his eyes on the oven.
"She said I needed inspiration, to find true love." I was beating around the bush, not wanting to tell him that I had to move.
"I assume she already told you a plan."
"Yeah." I picked at my fingernails. "Since everyone here knows who Hinamori Amu is, and my book sales are down in Japan..."
"She wants you to move to Japan to find true love?" Sam finished it off for me and I nodded.
"I'm staying there for six months and coming right back, alright?" I told him the plans and he cleared his throat with a nod. "I'm really going to miss you."
"When is your flight?"
"Tomorrow at five." I answered silently.
"I'm just worried, who is going to take care of your lazy butt." I looked up to that smile on his face and laughed.
"Watch it, I can out-sweep you any day." I nudged him with my elbow.
"Maybe this shall be a good experience for you, maybe make some friends your age." He slid on his oven mitts.
"Hey, I have friends my own age." I defended myself and he raised a skeptical brow while taking out the two chicken breasts. "Like...well there's..." Did I seriously have no friends my age?
"The only two friends you have is Sara and I."
"You know I don't do well with teenagers, even if I am one myself." I mumbled.
"How are you to find true love if you cannot even talk to people your age?"
"Easy, I establish a character." I stood up. "Since I am technically the main character, I just need to find out what type of personality I want the girl to have."
"You have, the cute one." I placed my finger on my lips and winked.
"The shy one." I placed a fist over my mouth, looking away, seeming embarrassed.
"The sexy one." I bit my bottom lip.
"And the classic, the sassy one who acts like she doesn't like the male protaganist but then falls for him in the end." I crossed my arms over my chest, a raising a brow at him.
"How about the smart and witty girl that you already are?" He suggested.
"No one wants original content, we just want the same stories fed to us in different ways." I waved my hand lazily and he chuckled, I sat back down in my spot.
"I still believe my option is the best." He placed the chicken on two plates and passed one to me. I took the fork and knife and began to eat with him across from me.
"Have you ever been in love, Sam?" I asked.
"Of course, a highschool sweetheart."
"Really? Do tell, maybe I can take your love story and convert it into a novel." I smirked.
"Her name was Angelina, a sparkle was always in her eye and she was so determined with everything she did. We met each other in math class, as cliché as it may seem, we bumped into each other and both dropped all of our books. We were scrambling to pick all the papers up, stuttering out apologies and then our hands touched, and everything seemed to feel right." His smile seemed so sweet and genuine that it made my shriveled-up heart swell up.
"What happened?"
"Business, she saw her future differently than I saw mine. She moved to Europe to study, claiming that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity." What made me surprised was that his expression did not sour at all, the smile was nearly frozen in place. "I was happy for her, and I loved her, but I could not move to Europe."
"Do you regret it?" I placed a piece of chicken in my mouth.
"Not at all, Europe is not the place for me. My place is here, to make sure that I put you in yours." He took my empty plate.
"Hey!" I shouted and then giggled, so love never works out like you truly want it to, no matter who you are.
"Your plane is leaving in a couple of minutes." Sara told me and I nodded.
"I should go through the gate then." I stared down at my feet, adjusting my backpack strap and clearing my throat. "Don't get me wrong, I will miss you." I shrugged.
"Stop it with the cool act and hug me." Sara pulled me in a suffocating hug, but it seemed quite warm and enjoyable, ignore the fact that no air could get into my lungs.
"I'll call you everyday, for daily reports." I informed her and she nodded.
"Have fun in Japan, make sure to avoid your parents." She said.
"Way ahead of you." I rolled my eyes. With our final goodbyes, I stepped through security and made my way to the plane. This was sickening, it was not air sickness, just knowing that I am going to be on my own for six months. No Sam to wake me up in the morning, his voice will have to be replaced with the annoying tone of an alarm clock. No Sara to yell at me or force me to meetings or events.
At least during that month I had Sam, now I truly had nobody to depend on. I could take his advice and make friends, but there was no point, I was going to leave anyway. I sighed, my hot breath forming a fog on the airplane window. Was it too late to hop off this ride and run back to my condo?
"Attention passengers, please position your chairs and fasten your seatbelts, we are about to begin take-off." A woman chimed in.
Apparently it is too late.
I trudged through the apartment halls and finally found my room, Sara told me that my expenses would be paid for and a paycheck would be sent every month, knowing myself, I will probably waste it on manga and junk food.
I struggled to find try to get the key that I received at the front desk out of my pockets, with all the luggage, including my stupid jacket that was under my arm. With strange grunts and silent curse words, I finally pulled them out and unlocked the door and walked in, dropping everything with a sigh of relief.
The space was very open, the kitchen was on my right and the dining table on my left, you could see straight into the living room from the kitchen or dining space. Stocked with all new appliances, which I will not use because the only thing I can cook is boiled water, and vanilla-covered cabinets and white tiles for floors, the kitchen was pretty nice.
Other than the kitchen, the walls were colored a pale blue, making the apartment feel calmer and cozy. I walked into the living room, there was a small, white couch with a glass coffee table in front of it, a flat-screen in the corner. There was even a small balcony that I could see through the sliding glass door.
Beside the living room was a hall with three doors, I opened the first one and saw that it was the bathroom. I shut it and went to the second one, a queen bed sat in the middle of the room, it was painted a plain eggshell color and the bed's frame was a darker wood, along with the two bedside tables. I closed the door and went to the last one, opening it and my eyes widening.
The room was painted a sky blue, with clouds painted along the top. The bed was round, the covers were a light green color and the pillows were green and light pink. In the corner of the walls was a tree painted on, and beside it was the quote,
Writing is the art that we can read and imagine ourselves
My cell phone went off and I reached for it, my eyes still glued onto the white words on my wall.
"Hello?" I asked.
"From the utter surprise I hear in your voice, I can tell you already have seen your room." The smugness in her voice made me want to say that I hated it, but the words were stuck on the tip of my tongue.
"Whatever." I muttered and she laughed.
"You're starting school tomorrow, so rest up." With that, she hung up. Wow, she just wanted to inflate her ego some more by calling me, and I totally fell for it. I looked at the desk in the room with a laptop, I went over to it, spinning around in the swivel chair a couple of times before finally opening it and looking over it.
I opened up the writing program and stared at the blank screen, the gears in my head were rusted and unable to budge, just making sharp noises trying to move. I just need a head start and I'll be off, but of course that is far too much to ask for.
I decided to give up and lay down in my bed, stuffing my face into one of the pillows and screaming, frustration finally catching up with me. This is one serious case of writer's block, this block was made of cement.
I ate my breakfast silently, there was no one to talk to after all. I looked around for the fifth time, as if I was expecting someone to come in. I never realized how much better a meal tasted if there was someone to share it with. I threw the toast on my plate with a groan, leaning back in my chair and kicking my feet up on my table.
I decided to go with the cute look, but have a smart and witty attitude at school. It was somewhat original, a cute kick ass girl that falls in love. I smirked in pride, thinking of myself as a cute kick ass girl. I wore knee-high boots that felt as if they were made from velvet, making my over-the-knee, white socks barely visible, but you could still see the lining. With that I wore a blue, over-sized sweatshirt white bunny on the front, and black shorts that were hidden underneath. My hair was tied into twin buns, my bangs out to cover my honey eyes.
I finally decided it was time to haul my ass to school and grabbed my bag, walking out and locking the door, don't need to be robbed on my second day in Japan. Sara sent me the address over text and said it wasn't too far from the apartment complex, but in these boots, it sure as hell did feel like it. It was a terrible idea to wear this, but they make me look so cute!
Don't get me wrong, I have multiple clothing styles but being cute was always my favorite. Maybe that's why I wanted to be the cute kick-ass character.
I was finally at the famous Seiyo high school gates and looked over it with a hand on my hip. It is rather large, does that mean I'm going to have to run between classes.
"I'm not going to try in that school, not worth my time." I told Sara that when she drove me to the airport, no one has time for bullshit like homework and studying anyway. I walked through the gates and there were multiple kids in the front of the school, either sitting on benches together or standing in groups, blocking the entrance like the assholes they are.
"Maybe I should tone down on the cursing." I suggested to myself. I walked over to the office and walked in.
"Like hell I'm going to listen to you anyway!" Some kid shouted and ran past me, pushing me onto the floor and my butt crashed onto the cement, fury sparked within me and I turned my head to face him.
"Watch where you're going, shit face!" I shrieked, attracting the students' attention.
"Did that cute girl just shout that?" One of them asked.
"How about you don't get in my way next time?" The boy shouted back at me and my eyebrows furrowed. I didn't think I needed to start a fight on my first day of school, but it seemed necessary at this point. But by the time I was done arguing with my good side, the kid was long gone and I sighed.
"I am so sorry, he can get like that." Someone said and I looked up, an older man offering his hand for me and I smiled in appreciation, taking his hand to lift myself up. "I have not seen you on school grounds before."
"My name is Hinamori Amu, my mother registered me in yesterday over the phone." I told him.
"Now I remember, her name was Sara?" He asked and I nodded, cringing lightly at the thought of her being my mother.
"Better than my actual mother." I rolled my eyes.
"Please come in so I can give you your schedule." He opened the door for me and I thanked him, walking into the school office.
"So who was that blind kid that stormed out of here like that?" I made sure not to use any offensive terms in front of him.
"My son, he has temper problems." He explained simply.
"Tell me about it." I grumbled and he laughed.
"I am the principal, Mr. Hoshina." He stuck his hand out once again and I shook it.
"Then it was awfully disrespectful for that boy to treat you like that." I pouted.
"Yeah, but I can't do anything about it. Here you are, and do not worry about being late, just take your time to get used to your classes." He handed me the paper.
"Thank you, sir." I bowed politely and walked out, staring at my first class. Literature? That was always my favorite class because I passed it without a problem, being the skilled author I am.
Okay, you caught, so maybe my ego is just as big as Sara's.
I walked through the halls and finally found my destination, I knocked on the door and the teacher opened it.
"Hinamori?" He asked and I nodded. "Allow me to introduce you first." He shut the door in my face and I stood there, whistling and tapping my foot.
"We have a new student today, please come in, Hinamori Amu." I heard through the door and opened it, walking in with the sweetest smile I could pull of.
"Hi, my name is Hinamori Amu, I hope we can get along for the rest of the year." I bowed and then looked up again, scoping the class. Then I saw him, that jerk from before and tried to fight the urge to hope over his desk and tackle him down.
"You may sit beside... Fujisaki, please raise your hand." The teacher instructed and the kid with long, purple hair raised his hand. I walked over to him and sat in the empty seat beside him.
"Fujisaki Nagihiko, welcome to our class." He greeted me.
"Hello." I smiled back, my face aching from all the smiles that I had to pull off. "So tell me, what is with that kid up in front?" I nudged my head in his direction and Nagihiko looked at him.
"Ikuto? He's more of the silent type, no one really knows anything about him." I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms over my chest, of course this kid had no information about him. I examined his features, his midnight-blue hair was messy and seemed unkempt, eyes were missing that glimmer that most people had, but let me tell you, he was pretty attractive.
Maybe it's my hormones, but the way his black v-neck brought out his muscles made me grow a little dazed, or the way his skinny jeans suited his legs nicely. I shook my head, no time to be a pervert, maybe later. So far the only thing I know about this kid is that he has a temper, and maybe I just need to test his boiling point. My lips twitched up into a smirk at the idea.
It's time for the kick ass in the cute and kick ass girl to come out to play.
What a devious ending, hehe. Anyway, I had some writer's block during this chapter so I'm sorry if it's sucky, usually when I have have writer's block I try to finish the chapter quickly so I can move on to the next one, so I hope you enjoyed!
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