May 17th, 2009

"So, where are we going now?" The blond boy asked Miku, who was checking her phone beside him. She lifted her gaze from her phone almost lazily and shrugged, so he continued, "is the amusement park okay for you? We can go for breakfast or something if you want, since you look kind of hungry ..."

As if on cue, Miku's stomach grumbled and she flushed, covering her mouth and nose while Len had to just grin at her cheekily until she whipped around and started screaming insults at him as they walked until everyone on the street started staring so much that he had to drag the fuming girl off to a snug little restaurant.

Miku plopped down on a seat and hid her face behind a menu, muttering furiously under her breath. Len smiled and a pretty waitress gracefully trotted over in her glittery heels, a tray held in her hands and a small notebook peeking out from her apron pocket. Staring into the dark blue eyes of hers, he felt that they had met, somewhere, somehow ...

"Hey, haven't we met -" the waitress batted her eyelashes a little bit and his words were sucked out from his mouth, leaving him speechless and staring at the girl again. At his words Miku looked up from her menu and when she found him staring at the waitress she clicked her tongue impatiently and he snapped back into reality, blinking furiously and kneading his forehead.

"What was I doing?"

Miku scowled a little bit at the waitress when she was busy fishing out something from her pocket and muttered angrily, "staring at her."

"Her? Who?"

She tilted her head towards the direction of the waitress and sent her a sickly sweet smile that both of them - Len and the waitress - knew wasn't sincere. "Yes, yes, we can order now," Miku snapped when the waitress opened her mouth, only to snap it shut tightly at Miku's catty interruption, not speaking a word while the two were ordering and bowed harshly when they had finished, stalking away unhappily.

"You didn't need to be so mean to her, she's just a waitress," Len said reasonably and Miku huffed, crossing her arms with a pout on her lips.

"I don't trust her," she burst out.

"What?"

"I don't trust the waitress," Miku mumbled, glaring at the waitress as she poured some tea into two mugs.

"Why?" Len asked, confused.

"I just have the vibes, you know," She said dismissively, "like the types girlfriends have when someone else seduces their -"

"Are you saying that you're my girlfriend now?"

An awkward silence fell between them, Len smirking and Miku flushing tomato red again. She regained her composure a few moments later and snatched up the menu, smacking Len on the head with it and leaving him wincing with pain.

"No!" She snapped, slamming the menu down onto the table angrily. "It was an -"

"Indication?"

"No! An example, don't get so full of yourself, I don't see why any girl would ever date you." The sentence ended up in a huff.

"Hoho," Len laughed dryly. "Really?"

"Merry Christmas," Miku responded, looking away from him and grinning a little bit when he didn't understand.

They didn't even notice the waitress in a corner, staring darkly at them.

"Wouldn't the amusement park be closed in the morning?" Miku asked curiously, standing on her tiptoes to get a view of the park.

"I can carry you if you're too short," Len offered and earned a punch in the ribs.

"Wouldn't it?" Miku repeated, flexing her fingers. "It's only ten, after all ..."

"No, it will be open," Len choked out, massaging the place where Miku had so painfully punched him. "I think it opens at half-past nine, if my memory serves me. Or at least somewhere around that time."

"Then wouldn't people be swarming around the place by now?" Miku asked, still jumping and hopping around to look at the amusement park in the distance.

"They start coming in at twelve," Len replied. "You sure you don't want me to give you a boost?"

Miku generously gave him another punch in the stomach again, giving up on jumping around and settling with the thought that she would see the amusement park a little while later anyways, while Len continued to groan with pain beside her.

"You don't need to be so violent, you know, you can be like the sweet, nice girl on the train. Yeah, I like that side of you." Len babbled, purposely infuriating her. She frowned and flushed at the same time, yanking on her pigtails irritably but said nothing to his statement.

A few minutes later, they reached the front of the amusement park and sure enough, there weren't a lot of people. Therefore, they got to the top of the line really quickly and got into the park. Len took a careful look around the rather deserted park and said quietly, "I don't think we should play anything at such early hours yet, all of the workers are sleepy and cranky now, see," he pointed at a woman who was dozing off in front of an ice cream stand and snapping at anyone who came to buy ice creams.

"We can sit down and buy something, though," Miku pointed out. "Maybe there is something else we can do, other than playing the games or something?"

"I don't know, let's just -" Len stopped short and peered at a dark and dodgy corner beside the ice cream stand, squinting hard. He was sure that he saw someone there ... it was a girl ... he had seen before. Somewhere, but he had forgotten where.

"Let's what?" Miku asked, apparently not noticing that Len was glaring at the corner now, willing for the girl to reappear again. "Len, what are you doing?"

"Did you see her?"

Miku blinked. "Who her?"

"That girl ... you know ... in that corner ... there."

"I don't see anything."

"Because she disappeared."

Miku eyed him warily, biting on her lip. "I'm positive that there was no one there. It might be one of your hallucinations or something, are you sure that you really saw the girl there?"

Len was about to open his mouth and argue, but at the look on Miku's face he shut his mouth and sighed wearily. "No, actually ... maybe you're right, I might be too tired and dreamt up a girl over there. Sorry, Miku, let's just go find somewhere and sit down."

She nodded, but still stared at him, occasionally tugging at her pigtails or scratching her cheek as if thinking whether Len had really seen a girl at the corner or not.

"What?" He finally asked when Miku had intensely stared at him for a full minute. "Checking me out? Just a few minutes ago you said that no one would ever date me and here you are, staring at me like I'm a handsome model." He paused to think for a bit. "Perhaps I am one. Oh wow, Miku, thanks, you made me realise."

She scowled at him, face bright again, and finally looked away from him. "No, I wasn't checking you out," she defended herself and Len openly rolled his eyes at her. "I was trying to find out whether the girl was the waitress from the restaurant. You were staring at her, too," she shrugged.

"Waitress ...?" Len repeated, frowning. "Which waitress?"

Miku blinked curiously, tilting her head. "You don't remember? You know, the first waitress that came and served us, the one with - oh, I don't know - blue eyes and everything?" She wrung her hands around. "Remember?"

Len stared at her. Then it all came rushing back, starting with the beautiful electric blue eyes. "Oh. Her."

"So ... was the girl you supposedly saw her?" Miku asked, looking at him from the corner of her eyes.

"I don't know," said Len truthfully. "When I looked at her she was gone."

Miku pinched the tip of her nose. "Okay then ... Let's go buy something or check out those stores on that side." She pointed to a row of shops.

Len nodded and followed the girl, still looking back to check for the girl in the dark corner.

"They look cute together."

"I think that they're dating."

"So sweet!"

"Why ... aren't they holding hands?"

"Maybe they're just friends."

"The girl is glaring at us."

"I thought that she was squinting."

"Ohh, she's stomping over."

"The boy's stopping her."

"I'm going to kill them," Miku whispered, as Len hooked his arms around hers and dragging her away from the whispering people.

"We are not dating and we know that, it's their business that they want to butt in," he said, trying to convince the raging girl.

"But they're annoying," she pointed out. "So I can kill them."

"No," he said firmly. "Just cover your ears and ignore them."

A woman skipped over to them curiously. "Are you sure that you aren't a couple?"

It took Len a lot of effort to stop Miku from attacking the woman.

"Hey, look, there's a crêpe stand," Len said, pointing to a stall where a long line was forming. "You look terrible. Want me to buy some for you?"

Miku looked up wearily, clutching her stomach. "Ugh, roller coasters make me sick," she grumbled, leaning back against the bench. "I think I'm going to barf right here," she mumbled and pretended to retch in front of a little girl and as a result the girl ran away, screaming, to her parents who were standing at a distance.

"Maybe I should stay with you instead," Len added when the girl choked horribly and lay down on the bench, hands still on her stomach and groaning pitifully with pain. "You should have said that you were scared of those things, I wouldn't have forced you onto it then."

Miku's face turned to a sickly shade of green and she clutched her mouth, shooting up from her painful position to sit up, a hand on her stomach and the other on her mouth now. It didn't even look like she was listening anymore. "I'm really going to vomit," she said with much difficulty, and her voice came out as a whispery choke. Her face certainly took on a greenish residue now and she stood up, coughing violently. "Bye," Miku whispered, rushing off to the direction of the toilet and shoving everyone in her way.

Len chuckled, looking down at the bench. "She even forgot her bag," he mumbled. He looked up to the crêpe stand, finding out that the line had not grown smaller, instead it had increased in size. He bit on his lip, wondering if he should line up and get a crêpe for Miku; should people who had just finished vomiting eat? Before he could ask a passer-by Miku came rushing to him from the toilet, brushing her skirt and wiping her mouth but still looking very pale. "Welcome back, Miku," Len greeted.

"Do I look ill? Like, as in, pale and green and stuff?" Miku asked wearily, patting down her hair. "I feel awful, you know, we should go home." She suggested, trying to drag him away. Well, there goes the crêpes for her, Len thought, examining her white face.

"Yeah, let's," he said and Miku lit up considerably. "But we can take a ride in the Ferris Wheel or something, we've been here for hours and we can't go home without trying that out. My sister said that it was nice and the view is good too. Or must I go alone?"

Miku flushed red at the thought of both of them going up a Ferris Wheel at seven in the evening, tapping the tips of her fingers together, but nodded a little bit and hissed "It's not like I wanted to anyway" angrily to Len all the way, even as they settled down in the tiny carriage. Eventually she got mystified by the scenery and stopped sulking for a moment, admiring the city. Len admired her instead.

"I've never seen the city from the top before," she whispered, hands on the window and breath creating a mist on the panes. She didn't even notice when Len scooted over to her side and leant over her shoulder, looking outside from behind her. They stayed like that for a while, when the ferris wheel swayed so violently that Miku turned her head and bumped into Len behind her, and their faces were bright red with their foreheads touching and eyes wide, their lips a hair's length away from each other.

"Sorry," Len squeaked, moving away from her. She didn't respond, shoving her face into her hands.

They glared at the scenery for the whole time afterwards.

I could have made it longer then my father butted in and I can't really delay it for any longer so I just posted it.

I still don't know how tsunderes work someone teach me.

-Hana