A/N: Woot! Someone actually read the first chapter of my fic! Well,
apparently you did, because you're reading chapter two! Now, my affiliates:
Flying Purple Cows: If you're suspicious, read the disclaimer from the
first chapter. We're too lazy to write it again.
Little Momo: Come on! You've gotta write it again!
Flying Purple Cows: Ok, ok. Little Momo only owns Meg. Now leave us to fly
in peace!
Meg came out of the locker room, rubbing her air vigorously with a towel.
"Hey, Momo," she said, catching up to her. "Could you tell me where the mall is around here? I'm in desperate need of a shopping spree."
Momo laughed. "I know how you feel. I was just going to go there myself. Want to go together?"
"Sure! It'll be fun!"
Momo gave flashed her incredibly cute smile and Meg giggled.
"You smile like a little girl."
"I know," Momo replied, smiling again and blushing a bit. "My mom says it's cute."
"So," Meg said, changing the subject back to the mall. "D'you want to take my car, or."
"Sure!" Momo brightened. She didn't have her own car, and she'd bet anything Meg's American car was cool.
They walked to the parking lot in front of the school and Meg directed Momo to a black VW bug. It was just like Meg, cute, but dark.
"Uh," Meg said, blushing herself now. "Would you mind driving? I'm kinda not used to the roads here yet."
"Sure!" Momo said, nodding and smiling again. She was very agreeable today, but it was fun to meet new people!
Meg tossed Momo the keys and they got in the car.
"So," Momo said, still concentrating on the road. "Where exactly are you from? And if you don't mind my asking, what brings you here?"
"Not at all. I'm from California. My dad got three years notice that he would have to be transferred here, and I barely learned Japanese that fast! I still can't write it perfectly. It's a hard language when it's not your first, you know?"
"It just doesn't seem that way to me, but I guess I started learning when I was born. But English, that's a hard language! How d'you say..neko?"
"Cat"
"Kon'nichiwa?"
"Hello!"
"That is so cool! You'll have to teach me some more English words sometime."
"Sure." A large building came into view. "Is that it?"
"Yeah, that's the mall." Momo pulled into the parking lot in front of the mall, and found a great parking spot, surprisingly.
They got out of the car and Meg stretched after the semi-long car ride. She got on her toes and stretched her long thin arms toward the sky. Momo looked at her thin frame slightly enviously. Although Momo was beautiful, no one's happy with their body.
"Are you a dancer or something?" Momo addressed Meg.
"Yeah, I did ballet for a while, but I stopped when I had to learn Japanese."
"Well that stinks. Are you going to take it up again?"
"Nah. I need to get used to this place. I can find a different kind of dance or I can just do something else."
They went into the mall and Meg looked immediately toward a gothic-looking store. The store was filled with what Momo at first thought was startling music, but she got into it after a little while.
Meg picked up a dress. It was a silky black tank dress that looked like there was a long-sleeved fishnet dress underneath it. She held it up to Momo, who was staring at a guy who looked exactly like Kozi.
"Mo, you would look so good in this. You need to try it on."
Momo came out of the dressing room a few moments later, her discarded red pants trailing behind her. She looked scarcely out of place in the store now. Although she seemed slightly uncomfortable in the all-black outfit, she smiled when she saw herself in the mirror. It looked fantastic.
After the cashier rang up Momo's purchase; the dress and a shirt with a blown-up picture of Klaha on it, Meg bought her choice.
It was a rather big purchase, and she spent a lot. Meg got several accessories, such as earrings and wristbands, a little purse, a dress, and a pair of pants. It was then that Momo noticed Meg's lip piercing was back in. It was only dress code that stopped her, and there was none of that here.
Momo had a lot to live up to if she wanted to be friends with Meg. That thought startled Momo, but she believed it was true.
Momo: Hey! I would never do that! I know people should like me for who I am!
Little Momo: It's my fic, I'll do what I want. Sorry if this chapter seemed too short, but I just wrote it now, I had the inspiration, and since I should be asleep by now, I'm kinda tired.
Flying Purple Cows: LM, you are sooooooo much more deserving of the name Momo than her.
LM: I dunno, it was her name first. Wait---You're just trying to suck up so I'll promote you to flying pink cows. ~Attacks. Traditional dust cloud covers the scene~
Please Stand By
Meg came out of the locker room, rubbing her air vigorously with a towel.
"Hey, Momo," she said, catching up to her. "Could you tell me where the mall is around here? I'm in desperate need of a shopping spree."
Momo laughed. "I know how you feel. I was just going to go there myself. Want to go together?"
"Sure! It'll be fun!"
Momo gave flashed her incredibly cute smile and Meg giggled.
"You smile like a little girl."
"I know," Momo replied, smiling again and blushing a bit. "My mom says it's cute."
"So," Meg said, changing the subject back to the mall. "D'you want to take my car, or."
"Sure!" Momo brightened. She didn't have her own car, and she'd bet anything Meg's American car was cool.
They walked to the parking lot in front of the school and Meg directed Momo to a black VW bug. It was just like Meg, cute, but dark.
"Uh," Meg said, blushing herself now. "Would you mind driving? I'm kinda not used to the roads here yet."
"Sure!" Momo said, nodding and smiling again. She was very agreeable today, but it was fun to meet new people!
Meg tossed Momo the keys and they got in the car.
"So," Momo said, still concentrating on the road. "Where exactly are you from? And if you don't mind my asking, what brings you here?"
"Not at all. I'm from California. My dad got three years notice that he would have to be transferred here, and I barely learned Japanese that fast! I still can't write it perfectly. It's a hard language when it's not your first, you know?"
"It just doesn't seem that way to me, but I guess I started learning when I was born. But English, that's a hard language! How d'you say..neko?"
"Cat"
"Kon'nichiwa?"
"Hello!"
"That is so cool! You'll have to teach me some more English words sometime."
"Sure." A large building came into view. "Is that it?"
"Yeah, that's the mall." Momo pulled into the parking lot in front of the mall, and found a great parking spot, surprisingly.
They got out of the car and Meg stretched after the semi-long car ride. She got on her toes and stretched her long thin arms toward the sky. Momo looked at her thin frame slightly enviously. Although Momo was beautiful, no one's happy with their body.
"Are you a dancer or something?" Momo addressed Meg.
"Yeah, I did ballet for a while, but I stopped when I had to learn Japanese."
"Well that stinks. Are you going to take it up again?"
"Nah. I need to get used to this place. I can find a different kind of dance or I can just do something else."
They went into the mall and Meg looked immediately toward a gothic-looking store. The store was filled with what Momo at first thought was startling music, but she got into it after a little while.
Meg picked up a dress. It was a silky black tank dress that looked like there was a long-sleeved fishnet dress underneath it. She held it up to Momo, who was staring at a guy who looked exactly like Kozi.
"Mo, you would look so good in this. You need to try it on."
Momo came out of the dressing room a few moments later, her discarded red pants trailing behind her. She looked scarcely out of place in the store now. Although she seemed slightly uncomfortable in the all-black outfit, she smiled when she saw herself in the mirror. It looked fantastic.
After the cashier rang up Momo's purchase; the dress and a shirt with a blown-up picture of Klaha on it, Meg bought her choice.
It was a rather big purchase, and she spent a lot. Meg got several accessories, such as earrings and wristbands, a little purse, a dress, and a pair of pants. It was then that Momo noticed Meg's lip piercing was back in. It was only dress code that stopped her, and there was none of that here.
Momo had a lot to live up to if she wanted to be friends with Meg. That thought startled Momo, but she believed it was true.
Momo: Hey! I would never do that! I know people should like me for who I am!
Little Momo: It's my fic, I'll do what I want. Sorry if this chapter seemed too short, but I just wrote it now, I had the inspiration, and since I should be asleep by now, I'm kinda tired.
Flying Purple Cows: LM, you are sooooooo much more deserving of the name Momo than her.
LM: I dunno, it was her name first. Wait---You're just trying to suck up so I'll promote you to flying pink cows. ~Attacks. Traditional dust cloud covers the scene~
Please Stand By