Writer's Note:
Sorry for the lack of updating, I thought I would get more reviews so I waited but it's all good cause I decided to continue this fic regardless! Anyways, I hope you enjoy! And I would like to thank drawnoflife for reviewing! It means a lot and I hope you enjoy this new chapter! :D
Chapter 3:
Fukuda and Aoki walked out of the crowded restaurant. Aoki's light brown hair blew in the wind, and her honey eyes brightened as she watched Fukuda grab her helmet. The weather was pretty nice, since spring was slowly coming around the corner despite the harsh winds blowing, the Sun shone brightly over the two opposites heads. He didn't clip the helmet for her her this time as she expected, but she did it herself. She must admit she felt a little disappointed.
Fukuda was still holding Aoki's notepad, and gave it to her quickly, his brown eyes avoiding her kind gaze. "Um…thanks," she mumbles and stuffs the pen and notepad into her small purse. Fukuda grunts in response and motions for her to get on the motorcycle. She nods and boards the vehicle wrapping her arms around Fukuda's waist.
Fukuda remembered his annoying assistants were still in his apartment so he flipped out his phone stating to Aoki, "I just need to make a call." Aoki states, "Okay," and raises her eyebrow at the mysterious man. She sighed to herself and tightened her grip around Fukuda.
He blushed slightly until his assistant picked up the phone and said, "Fukuda! How's your date going?" Fukuda ignored the idiot, "I'm coming back to my place so you guys need to leave." His assistant responds, "But we have to" – Fukuda cuts him off, "I'm coming NOW. So your asses better be out of my house or else you're both fired. So hurry up and leave!" Fukuda heard a squeak escape from his assistant's lips before he hung up his cell phone.
Aoki tried to look at Fukuda's expression but he merely kicks on the gas saying, "We're going." Aoki stuffed her small face into Fukuda's strong back and closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of air brushing past her. Fukuda didn't mind the closeness and said, "Don't fall asleep back there." He felt her smile against his back as they neared his apartment building.
Once they reached their destination they took off their helmets and made their way to his apartment. Fukuda eyed the window, smirking to himself when he noticed the lights were off – his assistants actually listened to him for once. Aoki questioned, "What are you doing?" Fukuda turned and smiled at her confused glance, "Just making sure no one's home." Aoki raised her eyebrow as Fukuda unlocked his apartment and let her in. Aoki blushed slightly realizing she had never step foot in here before.
The entryway seemed quite tidy as she slipped off her flats revealing her small bare feet. Fukuda threw his shoes in his closet messily, wearing plain gray socks underneath. He bent down looking at Aoki's bare feet, he looked up at her, "You don't have any socks, do you?" Aoki shook her head, "No, but don't worry I can" –
Fukuda cut her off, " Don't be stupid, your feet will get cold like that and I don't want you to get sick and you can't draw anymore," he pulls out some socks out of his messy closet and starts slipping them on her feet. Leaning on one foot Aoki nearly lost her balance but she gripped her small hand on Fukuda's shoulder just in time.
Fukuda smiled up at her, "Relax. I got ya," as he finally slipped on the last sock. She smiled and thanked him as she placed her foot down.
Fukuda stared at her as if waiting for something. She gave him a confused look until she noticed her hand was still tightly gripped on his shoulder. She gasped and quickly pulled away. He chuckled at Aoki's embarrassed state as he got up from kneeling on the ground. Aoki pouted at his face, and noticed the socks were too big for her, but kept her quite warm.
Fukuda made his way through the kitchen, "Come on, let's watch the movie before it gets late," as Aoki followed him quickly behind. Aoki sat on the worn out couch as Fukuda bent down and began searching through his tapes.
"ah, I found it," he says as he opens it, taking out the tape and sticking it into the old VCR. He threw the case at Aoki who barely even caught it in time. "Why did you throw it at me?" she asks angrily, "I could have dropped it!" Fukuda stood up, his white hair shifting, "Look at the cover," he states, his brown eyes not looking the least bit sorry.
Aoki gave him a worried look before peering down at the cover, smiling and commenting, "It looks really nice." She looked back up and saw no one standing in the living room. Her heartbeat quickening as she squeaked, "Fukuda?"
He responded not a second after, "In here."
Aoki swiftly got up and wandered towards the kitchen, finding Fukuda and watched him from the doorway. She leaned against the doorway, smiling at Fukuda who was struggling to read the microwave-able popcorn box's small print. She heard him scowl under his breath and giggled to herself, before ripping the box out of his hands.
"Put it in for two minutes," she replies quickly after reading the box, giving him a heartwarming smile.
"Whatever," he states as he grabs the box out of her hands suddenly. Startled, she stared at him intently as he opened the box. The tall man stated, "Hurry and watch the movie, I don't want you missing the whole thing."
Aoki stayed for another second before shrugging and making her way to the lumpy old couch. She wondered how long ago Fukuda sat with another girl he was dating at this couch since – even though technically – they weren't dating. Her eyes focused on the small T.V. screen and she smiled at the old cartoon.
Fukuda leaned against the doorway to the living room, waiting for the popcorn to finish his brown eyes brightened at Aoki's relaxed body.
Beeep! Beeep! Beeep! Beeep! Beeep!
"Yeah, yeah I'm coming," Fukuda mutters to the microwave as he took out the heated packet containing the delicious snack. The aroma of popcorn flooded into the entire house causing Aoki's stomach to growl – boy, did she want popcorn.
Fukuda approached the lumpy couch with a giant silver bowl filled with buttery popcorn. He flopped onto the couch, announcing, "The snacks are here!" as he accidentally brushed his shoulder into Aoki's shoulder when he sat down. He placed the bowl in between them and gripped a handful of popcorn, shoving it into his mouth. Aoki smiled before popping one piece of popcorn in her mouth – she ate popcorn one at a time style – Fukuda grumbled as he ate another handful of popcorn.
Time passed, and so far Aoki actually enjoyed the movie and was so glued to the T.V she didn't even shift her gaze when Fukuda left to go get some pop. Fukuda chuckled at Aoki who was leaning towards the T.V edging on her seat. "I'm back with the" – "Shhhh," Aoki scolds stealing a coke out of Fukuda's hands. Fukuda rolled his eyes, as he propped himself beside her. He took a sip of his cream soda and left it on the coffee table in front of them. He slouched his back, and lazily threw his arms behind his head.
Aoki enjoyed the characters of the movie, and the romance between Tramp and Lady, she kept on saying, "Aw…" and "Look how adorable they are!" every time the two dogs were close. She found Lady quite interesting, and she always laughed at Tramp because he reminded her of Fukuda with the jokes and playing around.
"So, does Lady remind you of someone?" Fukuda asks curiously as he glanced at Aoki.
"Hm…. Not that I know of," she says.
Fukuda starts laughing and she pouts, "Why are you laughing at me?" Fukuda rubs his tearing eyes and replies, "Lady is obviously the exact replica of you!"
Aoki sits there dumbfounded, "She's nothing like me!" Fukuda rolls his eyes, grinning, "Of course she is! She's all motherly, and kind and nice! That's totally you!" Aoki looks away and says looking at the movie screen, "I guess she's sort of like me… but the Tramp's exactly like you too!"
"You serious?" Fukuda picks up the cover, "I really don't see the resemblance." Aoki starts giggling, "You both are trouble – makers and do whatever you feel like doing!" Fukuda sighs, "Ah, I guess you're right," as he toppled his head on Aoki's lap, staring up at her smirking.
Aoki blushes slightly and he remarks, "Look, I'm playing around, and making trouble right now! I'm so Tramp-like!" as he starts laughing. She sighs, "You're always looking for trouble!" He shrugs against her legs, "what can I do? I'm me."
Aoki smiles and wonders out loud, "Does that mean Lady and the Tramp were meant to fall in love with each other? Despite their differences?"
Fukuda closed his eyes, thinking, "I don't know, I think Lady could have been with any other guy dog she wanted." Aoki remarked, "But she wouldn't be in love! I mean if they are meant to be, then there's no other options right? Lady didn't want another boy dog anyways, she loved Tramp because he opened her eyes."
"I guess," he mutters. And she questions, "Do you think it works in real life too?" Fukuda gets off Aoki's lap and looks away, "Nah, that's just a load of bull. There's no way fairy tales come true in real life." Aoki mumble, "yeah, you're right." Fukuda smiles at her and gets up, "You just need to focus on drawing a manga, and going for that date. That's all. Keep fairy tales out of your head."
Aoki nods and gets up from the couch and follows Fukuda. After she took off the socks, Fukuda threw them back in the closet and she put her flats on. Her grabbed her wrist, "Come on, lets get going." She blushes as he pulls her outside, not even remotely letting go of her wrist. Once he put her helmet on her, they boarded the motorcycle and made there way to Aoki's place.
"So…" he says as they stopped in front of her apartment door. Aoki was surprised at how nice he treated her today, but she guessed it was cause he wanted to show her an example of how a date is supposed to go. "Thank you, I had a fun time. And I enjoyed the movie. I think I understand what to do for the date," she replied quietly, smiling at him. Fukuda asks, "When is your date anyways?"
Aoki closes her eyes, trying to remember, "I think it's the day after tomorrow." Fukuda utters, "Oh. Well, good luck on your date with Sam Ikeda," he states as he motioned quotation marks in front of the guy's name. Aoki nodded, "I will, and work hard on your next chapter," she answers sweetly her honey eyes glowing in the dark evening night.
"Well, see ya," he says as he starts leaving. Aoki smiles before replying, "Bye," and walks into her apartment sighing to herself. She did have fun tonight, but she hopes her other date will do just as well. She flopped onto her bed and threw her purse on her desk. She turned here head noticing her Mom called her apartment three times. She also got a message from one of her fellow assistants.
She sighed, not really wanting to phone back. When she was about to change into her pajamas when she realized she had her notepad in her purse. Curiously, she opened her purse and took out the notepad, wondering what he drew on it.
She opened the notepad, looking at her scribbled writing before Fukuda took the notepad away from her. She looked down seeing motorcycle doodles and smiled. Then when she flipped the page over she gasped.
It was a drawing of her, it was done quickly, but looked really good nonetheless and she was sitting at the table they were eating at, and she was taking a sip of the milkshake in front of her at the time.
She smiled, not even momentarily remembering him drawing while she drank. She hugged the notepad and flopped onto her large bed, "What am I doing?" she asked herself out loud, wondering what the whole date was really meant for in the first place.