Sorry its taken soo long. You see, I thought I already uploaded chapter 3 and so I deleted it from my flash drive without thinking. Luckily, I still had my notes from writing it in study hall!
"He's just so weird!" he vented.
"Yeah, some people, huh? Say, is that a box of poptarts?" Shinobu asked, eyeing the box on the counter.
"It's empty, remember you finished it last time you were here." Misaki shivered remembering how destrubing the sight had been. That boy could eat three poptarts in under two minutes. *
"Don't lie to me! I know you have more."
"I'm not lying," Misaki lied.
"They're in the third cabinet to the right. I can smell them." He said standing up. He disappeared into the kitchen and returned a minute later carrying a couple packets.
Misaki knew he would have to start hiding them in his gym locker, along with his hot fries; the only place Shinobu's amazing nose wouldn't pick up on them.
This was when Usami Akihiko, the psycho, strolled in. It was his apartment after all.
He stared at Shinobu for a moment. Then he looked at Misaki, eyes asking 'Who the hell is this?'
'Just a friend,' Misaki mouthed. Usami nodded before going upstairs to his room.
"Does that guy work in a funnel home or something?" Shinobu asked, before shoving the third poptart into his mouth.
"No, why?" Misaki asked wondering if he'd spied in one, talking to a dead person. It would be Akihiko-ish.
"People don't typically wear a suit every day. Usually they don't unless someone's died. And he wears them all the time!"
"He's a writer."
"So, he's like the guy in The Cabin by the Lake?" Shinobu whispered seriously.
They laughed for awhile, until Shinobu ditched to hang out with his boyfriend. Misaki figured the guy must work at a diner if he'd gotten Shinobu's attention.
Misaki wandered upstairs, only to be attacked by Usami. Again. But naturally the psycho backed off when Misaki threatened to use "The Japanese Red Ring of Death" * on him.
And so ended another boring day in the boring life of T. Misaki.
"Okay, girls… and guys," a blonde women said from the front of the classroom, "Welcome to COSMO!"
Yes, Misaki's life-long dream was becoming true. He had been accepted into Beauty School.
"Okay, everybody, I know you're all very excited but remember this is a class. And a business too. In a month, we'll be open to the public and you'll all have a chance to see what it's like working in a real salon. Of course, only the seniors are expected to work. But on busy days, you juniors will you're your chance too. Remember that though the profits are going to the school, you are able to make tips. So, be sure to work extra hard and you'll make some money! Isn't this going to be super fun, girls?" then she realized there were guys too and added, with a giggle, "And guys?"
I figured this class would be different. But I had no idea.
"Sadly, we don't have enough stalls for everyone. So, everybody partner up!"
"Hi, I'm Sumi," said the only other guy in the class, "You wanna share a stall?"
"Yeah, thanks," I said, happy that someone was talking to me, "Anyway, I'm Misaki."
"You're not a Usami?" he asked, "Wasn't that Usami Akihiko driving you this morning? Everyone's been talking…"
"He's my brother's friend. I'm just stuck living with him." Wow, I made that sound dull!
"That must be awesome!" Sumi said, sitting down in one of the 'spiny chairs.'
"Not really, the guy's insane. You know those he writes? He actually believes all that BS."
"I hate his books, though I read every single one and fan-girl over them." He gushed.
Yes, this class was going to be interesting.
"Okay, I'm not gay or anything but I think Sumi is pretty awesome." Misaki told Akihiko later.
"Yes, you're not gay, you just love to cut hair and do make-up, eh?"
"My brother's straight and he likes doing those things."
"Whatever, Misaki, just keep on denying it."
"Anyway, he's a senior. He even has a group of all the guys in Cosmo! I'd love to join…"
"If you think you have time for that, why don't you get a job?"
"Because, I don't know want I want to do in my life. In fact, I don't think I'll ever figure it out! Even after going through years of college in one field! But who knows, maybe I'll become a stay-at-home-husband."
"Or a stay-a-homo-"
"Oh shut up, Usagi! I have important gossip about my man-crush* Sumi!"
"Great,"
"He said he could get me a job at a bar. And get this, I can make 1500 yen if I strip." Misaki didn't yet understand the concept of strip-clubs. He figured it was some weird noob ritual.
The cigarette fell from Akihiko's lips. He was debating whether to: be jealous, thank Sumi or cry.
"Anyway, he said he'd help me with whatever I needed."
"What you need to do is stay away from that guy," Usami said, deciding on jealous. He'd cry later about the fact that Sumi was getting more of Misaki's attention. "He sounds to me like a whiny, emo, Anne Rice vampire."*
"You don't even know him!"
"So what? I'm a main character, I'm allowed to judge."
"Just because you're a main character…"
"Fine, I'm God. Happy now?"
"Maybe."
The phone began ringing as soon as they entered the house. Misaki ran to get it, hoping I was his new 'bff' Sumi.
"Oh, hi Niichan." He said hearing the familiar voice on the other end. "Yeah, you can talk to Usami."
"Hey, babe!" Akihiko said, taking the phone from Misaki, who rolled his eyes. The two guys began chatting excited like a couple of girls.
Of course, Misaki pretended not to care and went into the next room.
"Seriously? Ugh, I hate my brother! He needs to go lay down on a highway."*
Misaki didn't mean to listen in, but it was Usami's fault for using Speaker-Phone.
"He also said something about 'them' killing us off and taking over the world."
"Ignore Haruhiko, he's fruitcake."
"I know, but it almost sounds like one of your books…"
"IT IS NOT LIKE ONE OF MY BOOKS! MY BROTHER IS COMPLETELY INSANE!"
"Sorry, sorry. I forgot how different you guys are from Misaki and me."
"Different being the key-word."
"Again, I'm sorry. I'll let you go now."
"Okay, I'll talk to you tomorrow then."
"See ya,"
Don't worry, much more shall happen in the next chapter…
