"So sine over cosine equals tangent?"
"Pretty much, and 1 plus tangent equals secant, which is one over cosine."
"…"
"You don't get it do you?"
Ginga grabbed his head, his fingers pulling at his ginger locks. "No!" He fell back onto the ground sighing heavily. His hazel eyes stared up at his apartment ceiling, searching frantically for some sort of design. The ginger sighed.
The brunette across from him let out a soft chuckle. "I don't get this trig stuff Zoey. It doesn't make sense." Ginga stared intently at the ceiling some more then sat up brushing his orange shirt off. His hazel eyes flickered to his friend, he grinned.
Zoey quirked an eyebrow at his grin wondering what exactly he was thinking in that ginger head of his, he laid on his stomach staring at the female.
"What?"
His grin widened. Zoey reached over pulling on his soft ginger hair slightly. Ginga let out a crude whine swatting her hand away. Zoey gave a short laugh. His cheeks flushed.
"Do you want to stay over?"
"Won't your dad mind?"
Snort. "He's still on his business trip. You can borrow one of his shirts to sleep in."
Zoey thought about it for a moment. She didn't feel like heading home to her hung-over mother, and whatever she brought home this time around. Zoey nodded, the ginger's grin widened if it was even possible.
She smiled, the light from today slowly fading to night. Zoey rummaged through Ryuusei's closet pulling out a white collar shirt, she pulled it on and buttoned the shirt and the cuffs. It fell to her mid thigh, just above her knees. Ryuusei was pretty tall, that was for sure.
Ginga gave out a yawn laying down on his futon, only wearing his orange shirt and black shorts. It would be just like they were kids, plus hormones. The ginger rolled over on his side as Zoey emerged from his father's room wearing his white collar shirt. He blinked as she sat down, her nose pressed to inside of the collar.
"Your dad has nice cologne,"
The ginger rubbed the back of his head. "Eh, thanks?" Zoey smiled slipping into her futon as well. Ginga stared at her for a moment. He wondered what Zoey smelled like, peaches? Maybe cherry blossoms or spicy oranges, he desperately wanted to know. Zoey pulled her blanket over her shoulder, removed her glasses setting them aside and nestled her nose into the pillow.
"Do you know when your dad's going to come back?"
Ginga shakes his head. "No, I hope he comes back soon though. It's kind of lonely here without him."
"'Kind of'?"
He glances over at Zoey and grins. "I have you don't I?"
Immediately after Ginga is hit with a pillow, Zoey had turned on her side, her back facing him. "Don't say such romantic things idiot. Goodnight." Zoey couldn't fight down the blush and the smile spreading onto her face.
|x|
"Why don't you go play with our new neighbor Zoey?"
Large auburn eyes stared up at her parents, a small frown evident on her face when her parents suggested such a thing, playing with a boy? It was beyond her.
Her parents ushered her over to the neighbor's yard, a small boy with ginger hair and warm hazel eyes played with a winged horse making noises accordingly. He abruptly stopped when his eyes met distant auburn ones.
She nervously fiddled with her fingers a small blush on her face. She gazed up at the boy smiling faintly.
"Can I play with you?"
|x|
Zoey mindlessly doodled on her notes, her classmates talking and conversing with each other, the teacher gone for a moment, just outside the room. Zoey pulled her hand back showing a crude doodling of a forgotten friend and his small toy.
"Shut the fuck up all of ya!" Instant silence. The students scurried back into their seats. The teacher cleared her throat pulling a boy in front of her.
"This is our new student, treat him nice." Her eyes narrowed at the female students who were already sizing the poor boy up. He smiled taking a seat next to Zoey. His hazel eyes lingered to the girl next to him, his heart skipped a beat.
"Look how cute he is," Pale fingers pinched flushed cheeks, popping uniform buttons, and unzipping black pants. Hazel eyes flickering fear, they squeezed shut. Lips pursing to a fine line. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you."
He didn't believe that.
Suddenly a can flew out of nowhere and connected to the leaders head. She whined her hand flying to her head rubbing the tender spot. Two more cans nailed her cohorts in the forehead. "Oi, baishun-fu!"
"I'M NOT A—"
"Whore, stop messing with the new kid, or I'll not only break your face."
Zoey steadily walked over to the petite brunette in front of her. She reached over grabbing the girl by the front of her uniform and yanked her away from the ginger and brought her to eyelevel. "I'll break every bone in your mother fucking body. Go it, Amano-san?"
Madoka wriggled out of Zoey's grasp, her blue eyes lit up with terror. She quickly gathered up her friends and sprinted out of the area with their tails between their legs. Zoey pushed up her glasses further on her nose then turned to the boy who was currently buttoning his uniform shirt back up. He clasped the collar shut and let out a shaky sigh.
"You okay, Ginga?"
Ginga's eyes found hers, it was no wonder she was so familiar.
"Yeah, thanks Zoey. I appreciate it."
She gave a short laugh and smiled at him. Ginga smiled back. "Good. If anything happened to you Ginga…"
He quietly brought the girl into his arms wrapping them around her body, as her face buried into his chest. Her shoulders heaving up and down in uneven intervals, his hand moved slowly up and down her back a sad smile upon his lips.
"I couldn't forgive myself."
|X|
Ginga slowly opened his eyes, he found his shirt to be wet and his arms wrapped around a slender waist. He glanced down to find Zoey within his arms, her face buried into his chest, with stray tears every now and then falling down her face.
It was still dark out.
He brought a hand to her face gently cupping her cheek, thumbing away the extra tears falling from her eyes. She stirred slightly burying her face deeper into his chest. Ginga smiled. He boldly leaned down pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
He caught a whiff of her hair and smiled. Ginga wound his arm around her waist again and slowly slipped back into sleep. She smelled like cherry blossoms.
His favorite scent
