A.N. Hello~ Thank you Aithecat for reviewing~ And I'll have to try watching the MMD Vocaloid High School Life sometime O:
Sorry for any typos in advance.. I'm on a new laptop, and the keys aren't very sensitive xD Plus, I'm sorry that the chapters a bit short... The ideas for this story come in little parts xD
Enjoy~!
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It had been a few weeks, and Miku was starting to get worried about her coworker. He rarely came to work, and when he DID show up, he kept spacing off, and not doing his job correctly. It had taken a while to convince Miku's boss not to fire the silver haired smoker. "
And that's why, when it had been exactly a month, she had stormed over to his apartment after work, and stood there knocking on his door for what seemed like hours. Finally, he answered the door, a scowl covering his entire face and a can of beer in his hand. He rubbed his eye tiredly, glaring at her. "What?"
Miku took a fighting stance before grabbing the mans arm, pointing up at the sky, and saying in a heroic voice, "Well, Dell-san, I'm going to get you back on the market!"
Dell responded by cocking his eyebrow and muttering, "Eh?" Miku marched into his apartment and sat on the couch, dragging Dell along with her. He sighed irritably. "I never said you could fuckin' come in, you know..." Miku ignored him, taking out a small piece of paper from her pocket.
"I'm gonna help you get out of whatever rut you're in!" She smiled brightly, continuing, "You've been depressed for quite a long time, and you've almost lost your job! You need a distraction!" Dell was about to tell her off for telling him what to do and barging into his apartment, but he knew it was hopeless. He might as well go along with it for a while.
"Wait.. so, by back on the market..." Miku's grin widened. "You're gonna go out and meet some new people! You might find someone that you like even more than Meiko-chan~"
Dell doubted it, but his drunk brain decided to encourage her anyways. He tried to get a closer look at the paper, only to have Miku snatch it away. Sh shook her finger at him, like he was a little kid. "No way, Mister. This is my paper." He sighed. "Okay, whatever. What do I need to do?" He took a swig of his beer, only to have Miku swat it away from him.
"Stop drinking, for one. You'll make bad choices. And, for number two, you'll need to go to a place were you can find people." No shit, Dell thought irritably. "I haven't dated in a while; I don't even know what I'm supposed to fucking do." He sighed, running his free hand through his hair. Dell suddenly felt a chill run down his spine, and he looked over to see Miku with a michievious look on her face.
It was scary as hell.
"Training, of course!" Miku said with fervour. Wait, what the fuck did she mean by training? She seemed to read his mind, for she said, "You'll find out in a bit. Come with me!"
Oh shit, he was probably going to regret this.
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They were back at Miku's apartment; Dell was sitting at a table across from an ugly-ass doll, and Miku had her "teaching hat" on. Dell was glaring at her, probably trying to burn holes in her head.
"This is so fucking stupid. You expect me to flirt with that thing? That's bullshit," he muttered angrily. Miku looked hurt. "That's one of my favorite dolls from when I was younger; don't talk about her that way! And yes, I do expect you to flirt with Vanessa Azairah! It'll help you practice."
...Are you shitting me? This thing was so fucking creepy; it felt sort of like it was actually staring at him, but he brushed that ridiculous feeling off, and sighed. "Alright, fine." He took a deep breath. "U-um.. Hello, the name's Dell, what's yours?" Good god, this shit was embarrassing. He was sure if he hadn't been too afraid to look over that Miku would have been video taping him.
He didn't need to look over, because Miku bolted behind the doll, and said in a squeaky voice, "I'm Vanessa, it's nice to meet you!" Okay, this was getting fucking weird. He could be sitting at home, enjoying the peace and quiet, but instead he was playing dolls with his coworker.
"Miku, can we stop? That thing is creeping me the fuck out." Miku pouted before grabbing Vanessa Azairah and shoving her in the closet. "Alright. Now that that's over, our first order of business: Finding a place where you can go and meet people." Dell groaned inwardly. He just wanted to go home. "Do you usually hang out anywhere in particular?"
Dell shrugged, wanting to get this over with. "I sometimes hang out at the bar on 42nd." Miku's eyes lit up. "Alright! This Saturday, be prepared to go to the bar and meet some people!" Dell sighed. "Can you even drink yet?" Miku shook her head. "I'll drive you guys home! Ill be sort of like your wingman, too."
That's just lovely.
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A.N.: Okay, so during the first half of this chapter, the quotation mark key stopped working, so there might be a few of them missing xD
Oh Miku, you're always trying to help out, aren't you... Lol. R&R Please~ (It seriously makes me super happy to read what you guys say :3)
Until tomorrow, my friends~