Wanted: Friends
by aesylthryth
Kaichou wa Maid-sama! © Fujiwara Hiro
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4. my girlfriend sells hotdogs
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Sunlight poured all over my face the next morning.
It's annoying at first, but it's really quite useful when you're having a hard time getting out of bed, scratch that, sofa. It just blasts at you, and when I peer through my eyelids, the light burns my eyes until I'm forced to get up.
And I just got up. My alarm clock didn't ring, so today must be a weekend. I did my daily weekend morning routine, and in case you're wondering, it includes: working out, splashing water all over my face, shaving my chin, waxing wherever needs to get waxed, take a nice, long, hot shower, get dressed, make some breakfast, eat my breakfast, do the dishes, brush my teeth, get on my shoes, and do nothing.
Not really, but nothing usually happens to me on weekends. Because she doesn't want me to, I don't get to see my girlfriend, I don't get to call my girlfriend, I don't get to go on a stroll to the mall with my girlfriend, I don't. Well, you get the point.
And it all goes back to the fact that I don't have any friends to hang out with. Woe is me.
I started my boring day by sending Tanaka my number, then adding everything else on his card on my cellphone. Trivia: Now I have six numbers in my Contacts – Ayuzawa, my aunt, the police, this unnoticed book and antique store that sells really good books and awesome ancient stuff that deserves to be put in a museum, the ramen delivery, and Tanaka.
Fun.
I grabbed my jacket, locked my door, and stopped midway through entering the elevator. I am currently living off of my grandfather's money, I thought, letting the brunette girl standing behind me go through. So if I disobey what he wants me to do, he'd probably have me disowned and force me to live on the streets.
I guess I won't be losing anything if I do as he says, in fact, I'd be gaining friends. How uncanny, just yesterday I was looking for an opportunity to get some friends, then hours later I get a phone call offering friends on a silver platter, if I just take it.
"Hey," someone uttered, and I looked up to see who it was.
Standing in front of me inside the elevator was the brunette girl just seconds ago, and she still hasn't closed the doors yet. She was pointing at the empty spot beside her, gesturing if I wanted to take the elevator.
"Sorry," I muttered, entering the small compartment.
There were only two of us inside the elevator, so we both stood silently for a few seconds as we descended the building. The awkward thing was, even though I didn't tell her that it was rude (and creepy, in a way), she kept looking at me weirdly as if there was a stick up my nose. I got this certain vibe that it wasn't the 'fangirl-stare' kind of glance.
"You," she suddenly spoke up, and for a second I thought she was going to ambush me.
I raised my brows, looking at her inquisitively. The girl looked a few years older than me, had facial features that stood out, and she had this bored, lopsided grin on her face.
"You look like someone I know," she said in a sing-song voice.
"Oh... uh, really?"
"Yes, and he was–"
The doors suddenly slid open, and people swarmed inside. I sighed and got out of the elevator along with the girl. Before I could say anything more, she flashed a grin at me that literally reached her ears, and I didn't know if she was flirting with me or merely showing off her set of perfect white teeth.
Then she jogged cheerily towards the glass front doors, her hands together behind her.
Weird.
I shook the whole thing off of my mind and pushed the doors open, warm sunlight immediately dawning on me. I lingered beside the doors for quite a while, and of course, the security guard kept on throwing me suspicious looks as I pondered about where to go today. Let's see...
Movies? No fun without Misa-chan.
Mall? Misa-chan doesn't want me to buy anything expensive for her anymore.
Maid Latte? Misa-chan doesn't have a shift today.
Park? I doubt Misa-chan even goes there, but what the heck, I haven't been there for a while now.
I trudged the stony, dry pavement for a few minutes, and I stopped my steps beneath the park's iron gates. Sakuyuki Park, the letters read when I looked up, while the marble it was embossed on reflected a soft, silvery glow on its smooth surface. Classy, I thought, and sure enough, the park was obviously maintained better than an ordinary local park.
Sakura trees were lined along the edges of the grassy open fields. A few fountains and wooden benches stood here and there. And then I saw a glimpse of familiar dark violet hair.
I must be so damn lucky today then. Ayuzawa was here, looking so damn awesome in that cute hotdog stand uniform and walking around carrying a tray of hotdogs.
God, is she beautiful in anything or what?
"Misa-chan!" I spoke up, waving as I approached her.
Her standard operating procedure whenever she saw me commenced. She blushed for a millisecond, glared with a full-force, and went back to her work. If we were in the student council office and she's in the mood, she'd basically shout at me to get lost.
"Hey, Ayuzawa, I'd really appreciate it if you acknowledge my love for you for once~"
She inhaled deeply, and pointed at me accusingly. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
I shrugged, because honestly, I didn't know either.
"Get lost, you pervert! I'm trying to work here!"
"Don't wanna."
Then a squeaky little girl's voice interrupted our little chat. "Look, I know you two are going to make out later anyway, so lemme just buy some hotdogs, 'kay?"
Then realization slapped me on the face, hard.
Who other nine year old Japanese girl in the world had bright pink hair like this little nine year old Japanese girl standing beside me?
"Here you go," Ayuzawa said, handing the little girl a hotdog. "And by the way, we're not going to make out later. Where in the world did you learn that term anyway?"
"I have sources. Thanks!" She beamed at Ayuzawa and then trailed off to her little group... of boys her age.
Honestly, what is it with today that I keep on meeting unusual people?
"Sit with me for a while?" I asked Ayuzawa, pointing at a nearby wooden bench.
"No, I have a job to do. I need to sell all of these before–"
Her mouth hung agape as I flashed a wad of cash from my wallet.
"I'll buy it all," I said, smiling playfully.
"I already told you not to spend so much money on me!"
"But it's for the hotdogs, so technically, I'm not spending on you."
Ayuzawa looked at me disbelievingly and defeated. Soon enough, she swatted the money from me and practically threw the hotdog box on my lap, forcing me to plop on a bench. She plodded back to the hotdog stand nearby to give the money and then took a seat beside me in irritation.
"I never knew you took part-time jobs like these," I said casually, taking a bite from a hotdog.
"Our house needs to get repaired, and the money I get from the café is... well, I can't really say that's it's not enough, but okaa-san collapsed again yesterday and we don't have enough money for her medicine."
"Harsh," I uttered, finishing up the hotdog and throwing the wrapper into the bin beside the bench.
Ayuzawa looked at me incredulously. I raised my brows. Why are people giving me weird stares today?
"What?" I asked, unwrapping another hotdog.
"Did you eat your breakfast today?"
I chuckled lowly for a bit. She was actually concerned about my health. In your face, Sanshita!
"I suppose you're not used to me eating a lot," I said. "But in fact, I eat a whole lot when I get to."
"But you don't get fat!"
The heck?
I almost choked on my hotdog, extremely dumbfounded at Ayuzawa's comment. That must be the most interesting comment she has ever told me ever since she called me a perverted outer-space alien.
I snidely smirked as I looked at her amusedly. "I work out, Ayuzawa. Do you want proof?"
The expression on her face as I tugged my shirt's collar lower was probably one of the best expressions I ever saw on her. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and a little hint of disgust, as she blushed crimson and reached for the nearest thing to throw at me, which happened to be a hotdog.
"You disgusting excuse of a human in disguise!" she barked at me, starting to stomp away.
"Wait, Ayuzawa!"
"GO BACK TO YOUR PLANET!"
"But I want to bring you with me!"
"SHUT–"
Kurrurururuuruu...
To be honest, I thought it was a very ugly sound, and it was quite loud.
I grimaced in amusement. I couldn't even believe Ayuzawa's stomach grumbled like that!
"My turn to ask, then," I said, jogging to her embarrassed pace. "Did you eat your breakfast today?"
She shook her head awkwardly, and my insides started to warm up, but I didn't know whether it was because how cute she was when she did that, or because I pitied her for not having to eat any breakfast.
"Come on, let's go back to the bench. I don't want you walking around with a completely empty stomach."
We settled on the wooden bench again, helping ourselves to the whole box of hotdogs. We sat there for quite a while, only hearing the soft breeze flowing throughout each sakura tree's leaves.
"Ayuzawa, I have something important to tell you," I started, and she quickly stiffened up.
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