AGH, THIS IS SO FUN. (Sonya, you really ought to do one of these, soon!)
Disclaimer: Yeah, still not ours.
Dedication: To manic giggle-fits, bright-colour eyeliner, prom dresses, and lipgloss. Also to being bffs. Because it's fun. INDULGE US.


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To: runwaygoddes
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: good looks, bad intentions

Hey there, Ms.

I'm sorry, I don't know your name yet - but you can call me K9. I spend most of my time working on cars, and talking to beautiful girls like you.

So, what's up?

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: well...don't you sound badass. i like that.

Well, hellow there, Mister.

Huh, it would seem like I don't know your name either, Stud. I'll allow you to call me Bombshell and I like shopping, dancing, and writing. But I don't mind chatting it up with hunks either.

How about you tell me what's up?

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: i hope you do

Well, well, Stud, huh? That's a first. Never had a pretty girl tell me I'm attractive that easily. Thanks, Babe, I appreciate it.
What do you like about said three things? For the project, you know, but I want to know them anyways. I take any chance I get to know gorgeous beings.

Do I sense some innuendo on those words, Babe?

-K9 ;]


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: oh, honey, i do.

Well, Stud, there's a first time for everything. Oh, honey, thank you. Winkwinkflirt.
I like shopping because, c'mon, who doesn't like shopping? I get to try on pretty clothes, model for myself and then buy them. And I don't pay 'coz I use my dad's credit card. Dancing is something I've done since I was a little girl, and I love it sososo much. And writing's... I love writing because I get to control what's happening.
But enough about me, let's talk about you.

Oh, Stud, I was hoping you did.

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: don't tell your boyfriend, he might get jealous

Well then, Babe, I think we have something to agree on. And you are welcome.
I'm not interesting. I don't do anything as sexy as dance. I just work on cars. And, 'sides, I'm the one writing the project. Shouldn't you tell me more, Babydoll?

So, we both get that Scottie doesn't know.
I clearly approve.

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: pfft, what boyfriend? unless you can get jealous of yourself

I suppose we do, Stud.
Oh, but Honey, working on cars is so sexy. Take my heart, because that is so hot. Right, your writing project. What else would you like to know?

Clearly, we both approve and we're both on the same page.
I like this. A lot.

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: hey girl, you got attitude

Uh, anything? Hobbies, friends - just, whatever, you know?
And dance is sexy. It's about the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Want to dance together?

You've got balls, kid.
Here's looking at you.

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: oh you know it, babe

Well, I've just told you my hobbies. And I have four fabulous friends; Billboard Brow, Candii, Buns and Stutterbug. Sweetie, you've got to give me something or I'd just ramble useless things.
Dance is amazing. Dance is love. Dance... yes, Dance is the sexiest thing I've ever seen too. You, me and dancing. I think my life would be complete if you'd do me that honor.

No, I believe I don't got balls. I think that's you, squirt.
And here's to you, too.

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: if speed's a pro, is inertia a con?

I like useless rambling from pretty girls, it means I talk to them longer, but, uh, questions then, I guess?
Birthday, favourite colour and why, favourite subject, favourite teacher, favourite artist?
(I'm taking a guess here that you listen to a lot of Lady Gaga. She's hot as hell.)

Do you have any tattoos?
I have two, and my left ear is pierced.

And, huh, you got guts, kid.
I like that in a girl.
But I gotta say, I'm not the squirt, love. You are.

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: how should i know? that's gibberish right there.

Oh, do you really? Huh, that's a first; usually I'm told to shut up by my ex-boyfriends and such. I think I'm going to like this, then.
My birthday is September 23rd, my favorite color is purple simply because it's amazing and lively and epic (my nails are purple, my toes are too, and my eyeliner is purple. Dig on that, Stud.). My favorite subject is English and Arts, my favorite teacher is Asuma-sensei because he's awesome and I think he's a pothead. Which makes him incredibly funny and epic.
Oh, baby, it's like you've known me all your life. Lady Gaga is my idol. And she is hot as hell. Sexy, even. Oh yesss. (I also listen to 3OH!3, The Beatles... I'm still a Backstreet Boys fangirl at heart...and Techno, pretty much.)

I don't have any tattoos. Yet.
Oh, you do? That is so hot. What and where? (Don't even get me started on your piercing. Mmm.)

I got brains and the power to nag, too, hun. And I'm not a kid, excuse you.
Well. I might just have to show more of my guts, won't I? Wink.
Are you calling me short? You're calling me short.

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: it's lyrics babe - Owl City's The Tip Of The Iceberg. check it out, you might like it

Hey, babydoll, if they tell you to shut up, they don't appreciate the girl you are. I like your rambling, it's cute, like you.
My birthday is July 7th, I'm going to be twenty. I will forever rub that fact in The Prick's face; that I'm older then him. I love watching his blood pressure rise while the crazy old bat (Anko) is teaching, it's hilarious. Purple toenails... how flexible are you? (Okay, I'm trying not to creep you out, but it's hard. Am I allowed to make dirty jokes?)
You think she's hot, too? ... Threesome, anyone?
(And my mouth gets ahead of my brain, once again.)

Any piercings?
My sister works at a tattoo parlour. I have one on my bicep, and one... somewhere else. ;)

Babe, you're more then a full year younger then me. You're still a kid.
You don't seem short to me. You kind of seem like a model, compliment totally intended.

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: oh, huh. i'll check that out, then. must be good...

Oh gosh, you make me blush like Stutterbug does. Stud, I think if you were in front of me, I might just tackle you into a hug.
The Prick? Who's he... friend of yours, I presume. Heh, I love making Billboard Brow's blood pressure rise up a couple of notches too. It's way too fun to be called legal. Yeah, purple toenails. And let me tell you, love, I'm very flexible. (Oh, honey, it's alright. I've been holding out too... didn't want to seem too promiscuous. And you're only allowed if I am.)
I think she's sexy as hell. Threesome, huh? We'll just see about that... I have some fluffy purple handcuffs I'd like to use (they were a gift from Candii).
(Just let your mouth do the talking, love.)

I have a lot of ear piercings; two on each lobe, two on my left and right cartilage and one on my belly button!
Does she really? Maybe you can get her to give me a free tattoo soon. Hah. Ooh, on your bicep?! What is it?! And... Where else... Tell. Me. :O

Honey, age means nothing; I'm probably more wise than you are.
Oh, the compliment is fully accepted and gratified. I think I'm going to keep you. Lessthanthree.
(By the way, modeling's going to be my career. Soon, you'll grab a Victoria's Secret catalog and when you see the sexiest girl. You'll know I made it.)

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: it is good, but meteor shower makes me think of you

I would seriously enjoy that. You probably look beautiful when you blush.
He's just a friend. Who is a prick with a ten-foot-pole stuck up his ass. But he's not important, as he is a prick. (Good, make all the dirty jokes you want, babe, I enjoy them from girls. I think it's hot.)
...Marry me, seriously. Purple handcuffs? I want you.
(Are you sure about that? I don't want to scar you for life...)

Why'd you get your piercings?
And yeah, she does do tattoos. She's scary about her equipment, though... The crazy bitch nearly bit my head off when I touched her ink gun, once.
I have four claw marks on my right bicep... and the other one is my secret, sorry Babydoll.

I'm sorry, love, but you just haven't lived as long as me.
And you can keep me as long as you don't use a leash.
(I don't doubt that.)

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: i listened to meteor shower...you have my heart now

Would you really? Oh my gosh, I'm blushing again - stop that, I'm going to die from so much blood flowing up my head.
Sounds like he's one of your good ol' friends, heh. Poor thing, you should take him out and make him party all night, that'll cure him. (I will, just as long as you don't get hard-headed, love. I think girls are pretty too. You're hot, though. Wink.)
I do. Where's my ring? Of course purple handcuffs, I'm kinky. And, baby, I know you want me. But it's okay, I want you too. ;D

I got them... because I like piercings? I just... I don't know...
Your sister sounds scary. This makes me be glad that I'm an only child. And I'm also glad she didn't bite your head off; I'm taking that as my duty.
Oh god, that sounds hot. You're hot. Well then, keep it a secret. For now. I'll find out soon. And it's not like I don't have my secrets. So we're even, Stud.

Babe, you're acting as if you're old and wrinkly. You're just gonna be twenty. And you're just gonna get all the hotter.
Oh I'll keep you forever, just not on a leash... on handcuffs.
(You better not, it'd wound my poor ego.)

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: that was kind of my aim

Hey now, don't die! That would be a tragedy that would deprive the world of a beautiful, beautiful girl, and there just aren't enough of those incredible creatures!
...Now there's an idea. I've never seen that Prick drunk before - at least, not hardcore drunk. He's a control freak.
It'll have to be a virtual ring until you're legal. I don't want your parents to chop me into tiny itty-bitty pieces... I think everyone wants me.
We're a match made in heaven.

She is scary.
And I would love it if you bit my head off.
You? Secrets? Lay 'em on me, Babydoll, we got a looooong time.

I like that idea, but I don't think I'd be the one in handcuffs... i'm not really the submissive type, sorry babe.
(I wouldn't want to hurt you, even if I could.)

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: well you have a nice aim because you got a perfect mark

Oh I won't, I got you to give me some sort of cyber-CPR, right? And ohmygosh, stop it! I'm going to have to repay you for all this ego-boosting talk, mister.
See, that will be epic. Get him shitfaced! And your troubles will be at ease. And even the most level-headed drunk can get shitfaced after a while.
Will you stop reminding me that I'm seventeen? It's kind of depressing and it brings my mojo down. My dad doesn't count? He's... Okay, so he's a problem. Hah. Do they really? Huh. I lay claim.
We are. I've found my other half. :D

She's terrifying, but I bet she's pretty. Which makes up for it.
I will bite your head off. Don't tempt me.
Yes, me, secret. And I won't lay anything on you until you lay 'em on me. Stud, I'm all ears...eyes... start spilling.

Oh? Really? And what makes you think I am? I think you'll be the one on handcuffs... or.... we'd have to see, won't we?
(Aw, you're such a sweetie. You're making me want to jump you all the more.)

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: i do try. normally, my aim's not so great.

Repay me? That's not so hard. Smirrrrk.
Love, you don't know the Prick. We've tried everything. Actually, it's not even funny anymore. He's totally gay. Dead-Last and Sharkbait always make fun of him for it. And then there's Whitey - he and the Prick get along pretty okay.
I'm sorry, I can't help reminding you! The thought of your father scares me. And you can lay claim, but I think you might have to fight for it... ;)

My sister... I dunno. I can't see her as anything but my sister.
'Pretty' and that crazy bitch never go in the same sentence. Ever.
Go for it, babe.
May I remind you that I'm supposed to be the one getting to know you? But, huh, I guess I'll tell you that it's a mythical creature, and done on my lower body.

Yes, we would have to see. Especially because you're probably a lot smaller then I am.
(You want to jump me? Hot.)

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: well...i've never picked up a ball in my life?

It isn't? Hm, I'm having a hard time thinking of how to repay you. Hah.
I'm rather glad I don't know him, if I did, he'd have a lip piercing (or whatever other crazy piercing there is), some tattoos and he'd be loose by now. I don't believe he's gay... just... misunderstood. Or... well. Yeah. Whitey and the Prick need to get laid. Pronto.
Well, I told you already, age is nothing but a number! Winkkk. My dad is a big lameo - I stopped listening to his rants a long time ago. I have laid claim; and don't worry, I won't have to fight for long... girls are naturally scared of me for some odd reason. Unless... Huh. Well.

No, I'm serious, she must be pretty. I'd like to meet her.
You just say that because you're her younger brother. Duh.
I will. You'll see.
May I remind you that it's only fair that we get to know each other together? Your lower body... Um... I have three ideas of where it can be... and as for the mythical creature... please don't tell me it's a centaur - those are scary. But, since you shared, I'll share too; I have two other piercings I didn't mention, and they're on my lower body, too.

Huh, first my age, now my height? Stud, you're gonna have to be punished for this soon enough. I might have to arrest you.
(Of course I want to jump you, who wouldn't?)

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: ...have you ever played dodgeball, babe?

Babe, there are lots of ways to repay me.
Oh, god, don't - don't put that mental image in my head. The Prick, with a lip ring and tattoos... That is pretty much fucking shudder worthy. Please don't ever make me think of that again. Ever.
You are completely right. I have a horrible feeling that this all comes back to the Dead-Last, somehow...
Unless what, babe?

I don't want you to meet her. She'd never let me live it down - and she'd give you enough blackmail to keep me in hiding for life.
Like I said. Go for it. I dare you.
HELL NO. I don't do centaurs, sorry babe. Having something like a half-naked man-horse tattooed on my ass would be the most awkward thing ever.
Well, well, little vixen, aren't you?

Babydoll, I am waiting for the day that you arrest me. That will be the best day of my life. ;)
(Good point, I am attractive. But look who's talking.)

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: um, doctor's note...?

Hm, I think I have something in mind.
Haha, oh wow. You're so melodramatic, love. I was just joking about the piercing... maybe the tattoo will work, though? Who knows. I still think you should loosen him up - you have more friends, they can help. And maybe then, the Prick won't be such... a prick. The Dead-Last can help you - he seems like fun, just by his nickname.
Unless you try to get at them. Then I'd just watch, maybe - maybe. Or I might just leave. It depends.

Aw! But it'd be like a friendship made in heaven! And why wouldn't she let you live it down? No, wait, don't answer that, I know. Haha. Blackmailing is fun. A lot of fun.
And like I said. I will. You'll see.
WHOA, WHAT?! YOUR ASS?! I KNEW IT. I KNEW IT. Then the mythical creature.... It isn't a harpy is it?
Maybeeee, it depends of what you're thinking. But I might just be one. Wink.

Stud, I'm thinking about the day I'll arrest you, and just what I might do to you. It'd be like a dream come true.
(Oh my, it seems like you breathe out compliments. It's decided, you're mine.)

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: that's cheating.

Really. What is this something of which you speak? I want to know, so I don't die from an intense sensory overload.
I'm not melodramatic. If you knew the Prick, you'd understand. Meh, he and I have known each other since middle school... and he and the Dead-Last have known each other even longer. He's just an angsty little bitch, most of the time.
Hey, hey, hey, I wouldn't want you to leave! That would be such a pity!

That's kind of what I'm worried about. My sister and you, scheming together... I would never be the same. Never. She wouldn't let me live it down... because she just wouldn't. She's a bitch like that.
Suuuure you will, babe, suuuure.
My sister is a harpy. No way.
Huh, but you're still underage, so maybe not... Where would it be, then, Ms. Vixen?

Sensory. Overload.
(I breathe out compliments? Not as much as you deserve them.)

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: it's not if you got a pretty face to protect.

Yes. Really. That something is for you to find out, love. Huh, I think I'd like to hear what type of sensory overload induced thoughts you're producing.
Are you sure? Because you sounded kinda dramatic to me, sexy. If I knew the Prick, he wouldn't be so much of a 'prick' anymore. Aw! You guys are all practically best friends - how adorable! I've known the Ice Bitch since we were... five I think, and Billboard Brow, her too.
Well... Huh. He needs to get laid. Seriously. NAOW.
If you wouldn't want me to leave, then you wouldn't really be doing inappropriate things with other pretty-ladies, would you?

Why worry your pretty little head over it, when you can just enjoy it! And of course you'd be the same... just a bit enhanced and such.
Did you know that bitch means female dogs, dogs bark, bark is part of a tree, tree is nature and nature is beautiful? I think your sister might be beautiful too; I'm glad we agree. :D
I will. And I'd show you, and do it now. But. I don't think it'd be the same via Cyber-World.
Okay.... A mermaid? Is there any other mythical creature that I'm missing. I think it could be a mermaid. Mermaids are hot.
Honey, just because I'm underage (which, by the way, you have seemed to mentioned. Again.) doesn't mean I can't get what I want. How about you guess, babe?

Hah, really, now. Care to share this sensory overloading?
(Ooh. You're good, you're really good. I like that. A lot.)

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: pretty? pretty is for little girls, babe. you're beautiful.

Sweetheart, you do not want to know what goes on in my head. It's too twisted, even for you.
It's not dramatic, seriously. You'd understand if you met him, babe. ...We're not best friends. Half the time, I don't even like him. Oh, yeah, your friends... What are they like? Dead-Last says that the girl he's talking to is amazing... *eye roll* He won't stop going on about her, and how sweet she is... Snow White, or something?
That's another thing I really don't want to think about.
Don't worry, I'm saving myself for you. There is no one else for me.

I don't need enhancement, babe.
Did you know that nature is beautiful, beauty is rare, rare is hard to find, hard to find is special, special is just like you.
Huh, true. Want to meet for coffee, sometime? The Cyber-World just isn't as fun as the real world is.
Whether it's even there or not is my secret.
Heh, I think we both know exactly where I think it is. And I mention your youngness because I have to remind myself that you're off-limits.

Sensory overload? What'choo talkin' about? ;)
(I am good. But not good enough to be worthy of you.)

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: my, my. aren't you ever so charming.

Hey, Hey. I'll be the judge of that. I've seen twistier things - I bet I can handle this.
Pfft. Admitting to your bromances is good once in a while, love. Besides, if you wouldn't of liked him, you wouldn't be sticking around. My friends are...weirdos. There's the Ice Bitch who's a bitch and sarcastic and snarky. Then there's Stutterbug who is quiet and shy and adorable. Buns is into sharp things and sports and things like that. And Billboard Brow is like the Ice Bitch only.... less. And she has a boyfriend. That bitch. OH! THAT'S HER! THAT'S HER! THAT'S STUTTERBUG! OHOH! THIS IS ME FLAILING! ...Tell your friend to play nice, or I can teach him about a different method of castrating than the one doctors use. kthxz.
HAH! Right. I believe you.
Are you really? Is it natural of me to not take this seriously?

Are you sure you don't? Maybe you do...
Oh, okay. You did it again. I'm blushing. Yeah, I'm blushing - Kakashi-sensei just asked me if I was alright. You... You... I have no words. No words.
I'd like that... So long as I'm not buying. Because Billboard Brow's boyfriend almost never pays. I'm almost traumatized at watching her put up with that. But anyway... just tell me the date, time and place, honey.
I bet all I am worth that it is there.
I thought so, but sorry to burst your bubble, Stud. It's not there. I'm not off-limits. That's just you making it hard on yourself. ;D

....Oh, okay. You just confused me now.
(Huh, is that so? Again, I'll be the judge of that.)

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: you're some kind of wonderful

Eh, I dunno. The true twisted-ness of how my brain works isn't, and I quote, "something to wish on my worst enemies", end quote. Thank you, Dead-Last. *eye roll*
Bromance. Really. Thankfully, I'm secure enough in my own sexuality to admit to my bromances... But I just... just... not with the Prick. Just, no. Maybe with the Dead-Last, or Shark-bait, but not with the Prick.
I'll be sure to tell him not to hurt her. As it is, Dead-Last is so scared of getting killed by the relatives of girls' he might accidentally hurt, he's pretty careful about how he treats the fairer sex.
You're the only girl on my mind, and I'm insulted that you would think differently. Insulted!

Babe, I can show you - oh, wait, I can't. You're underage. Damn it.
Heh, tell Kakashi to stop reading those damn books. And I'm quite proud that I can make you speechless. I have a feeling that takes talent. (I'm totally willing to kiss the words right out of your mouth.)
What the fuck? What kind of guy makes a girl pay, especially when they're dating? Tell her to dump him. It's not cool. Eh, are you free tomorrow, at, say four-thirty? I get out at four-fifteen, and, uh, do you know the Magic Bean? It's right on the corner of University Drive and Sixteenth Ave. Is that alright?
Heh, you'll just have to find out, won't you?
...Damn, now I just want you more.

Never mind, it's hard to explain. Or maybe it's just that my head is too busy buzzing with all the things you've said.
(It is so. Frankly, no guy is worth a girl like you.)

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: turn the lights off, carry me home.

Hah, I bet it's not that bad. Innuendos, sex fantasies, wet dreams and the sort. What else is new? I mean, I sit around immature high school seniors on a daily basis in school, a college big man's naughty thoughts won't bother me.
Ooh, you know, I'm curious to meet these friends of yours. Shark Bait sounds.... alluring and the Prick! I want to meet him - there's something in me that tells me I can change him! I am the reincarnation of a pixie. I can help!
The Dead Last sounds adorable in some way. I don't think he'd hurt Stutterbug. Intentionally, anyway. He seems like a dork, too.
Am I really. Again, it's kinda hard for me to believe this. Why would a hot college big man waste around for a girl like me? And I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you.

Really. Stopped by my age? Are you sure it's my age. Or are you just... all talk? Huh.
Hah, don't worry, the Ice Bitch and me tend to tell him all the time. I'm sure you are - and you should because that doesn't happen very often. It does take talent, since I always have something to say. (I'd like to see you do that.)
An idiot like him. He's a total douche bag; I hate him. And we've told her a bajillion times to dump him but... Forehead Girl is so damn stubborn. Well, Stud, you're in luck. I am free tomorrow at four-thirty and I do know the Magic Bean. I'll be there. But the question is... will you?
I guess I do. I'm anxious now.
I like that - keep wanting me, love. You might just get me.

Is this a good thing, or a bad thing? Did... I break you...? Oh gosh.
(Maybe. Maybe not. I think you're worthy, though.)

-Bombshell


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: always, i know, you'll be at my show

Quickly, I will say that if Blink-182 were a chick, I'd marry her in a heartbeat. Always and All The Small Things are my favourite songs.
And babe, I don't think naughty. I go way past naughty.
Shark-bait just bitches. All the time; especially about - well, everything. Babe, if you could change the Prick, that would mean I'd have to share you. And I'm not ready to do that.
The Dead-Last won't hurt her. He's a good guy - awkward, and reeeeally dense, but he won't hurt her.
You're not sorry for insulting me. Why would you be? And the reason you have my interest is because you have a brain. Most girls I know have air and lint for brains, and they're boring.

Sorry babe, it's just your age. I don't want to get shot, or something. (However, I am willing to be swayed away from this.)
Keep telling her - guys who don't pay for things on dates are the lowest of the low. Oh, you are free? Good. And of course I'll be there. What do you think I am, chicken?
I like that I'm able to make you anxious.
Heh, I think it'll be a mutual thing, kiddo.

I don't break so easy, don't worry.
(Thanks, doll, I appreciate the sentiment.)

-K9


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: of course, i'll be your thrill

I'd also like to quickly say that I am in love with Travis Barker. My room is filled with posters of him - everywhere. I love Adam's Song, I Miss You, All The Small Things and The Rock Show.
Even better. All these boys talk about is "DUDE. I BONED MY GIRLFRIEND LAST NIGHT. IN MY CAR." I think I need a new dosage of information.
Haha, Shark Bait sounds like someone that I'd love to tease. Oh, honey, you won't have to share me. I'll just find someone that will be able to make the Prick... not be a prick. I'd just kill him if that task was up to me.
Now I'm sure he won't, thank you for reassuring me, babe. But still - gotta be prepared.
I am sorry for insulting you. It hurt my soul to do so. Pfft, of course I have a brain. Knowledge is power. And I value my opinions, like, a lot.

Why would anyone do something to you because of our age difference? That'd be a crime. (Well, good. I'm up for some swaying; especially since I get to keep you in the end.)
I will keep telling her. Until she does it. Because I hate that guy and I will kill him the next time I am around him. Yes, I am free. And I'm glad you will be there. I don't think you're a chicken... chickens are females, aren't they? You're more of a cock.
I'm wondering what else you can make me feel. Hm.
Then if it's a mutual thing, let's not keep each other waiting, hm? (I am not a kid.)

Good, I might just end up crying if you break. I'm told I'm too much to handle.
(It's my pleasure, Stud.)

-Bombshell


To: dancelikenooneiswatching; cherrylipssuperstar; runwithskizzers; moonsightdarklight
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: MAJOR PROBLEM. INO IS FLAILING.

SO.

MY BITCHES.

PROBLEM.

I AM MEETING MY PENPAL. WHO HAPPENS TO BE A HUNK. TOMORROW AT FOUR THIRTY. I NEED SOMETHING TO WEAR. CLOTHES. MAKEUP. ACCESSORIES.
HELP MEEEE. HELP ME NAOW!

Lessthanthree,
Ino


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: i like thrills. will you leave me roses by the stairs?

That's cool. I don't blame you, it's Travis Barker.
I remember back then... God, no one has a brain, then.
Babe, he already asked me to share you, and I told him to back the fuck off. I don't like sharing. Heh, watching you kill the Prick would be seriously amusing...
Of course. My sister's a crazy bitch, but if someone broke her heart, I'd kill them, flat-out, no questions asked, the END. It's part of my duty as younger brother.
Heh, don't worry about it, doll. My skin's thicker then that. And thank god, do you know how painful it is dealing with brainless girls?

My mother, for one, would probably find a way to castrate me if I should ever hurt your "poor, underage heart!" I have a healthy respect for females, just because of my mother and my sister. They're terrifying. (Heh, I'm totally up for being kept.)
Good for you, babe. He's probably going to hurt her in, oh, the next few months. How long have they been dating? Oh, lovie's got a bite - I like that. Chicken's are stupid, anyways.
See you tomorrow, then. I call you 'kiddo', because once, my sister forced me to watch Breakfast At Tiffany's. I've never been the same, but I thought calling the love of your life 'kiddo' was... yeah, weird, and kind of fitting.

Like I said; I don't break so easy. And having one more balsy girl in my life is probably a good thing - it'll keep me in line.
(Pleasure... dirty girl.)

-K9


To: runwaygoddes; cherrylipssuperstar; moonsightdarklight; runwithskizzors
From: dancelikenooneiswatching
Subject: OMFG, WHY MUST YOU GET THE GOOD ONES?!

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, PIGLETTE?!
JUST... JUST... OMFG, I'M COMING OVER. RIGHT NOW.

I'm also bringing my sexy black patent leather heels. Yes, the four-inch ones that make our legs look eight million miles long.
You are so damn lucky we share a shoe size.

ttfn,
Karin


To: runwaygoddess; cherrylipssuperstar; dancelikenooneiswatching; runwithskizzors
From: moonsightdarklight
Subject: Ino, all you do is flail

Uh... wear that sea-teal blue dress-shirt-thing (the really flowy one with the pretty beads all over it) that you stole from Sakura ages ago... It matches your eyes. And black leggings. And, yes, Karin's pretty heels.
Yeah.

Go easy on the make-up, you don't want to look like a whore.

Sincerely,
Hina-chan


To: runwaygoddess; moonsightdarklight; dancelikenooneiswatching; runwithskizzors
From: cherrylipssuperstar
Subject: I hope you flail into the fountain on 15th Street

BITCH.

I WANT MY DRESS BACK.

But anyways, Hina-chan's got it down. :)
Blow him away, Piggie-chan!

Cha!
Sak


To: runwaygoddess; cherrylipssuperstar; dancelikenooneiswatching; moonsightdarklight
From: runwithskizzers
Subject: Happy. Happy. Joy. Joy.

Oh. Wait, wait, wait.

Excuse me.

You must be confusing me with someone who cares. Don't you get dates every other week?!

Stop spamming me with your flailing, Pork-Chops.

Later,
Tenten


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: of course, i have to show you that i care through surprises

Oh yes. Travis Barker. My future husband. The future daddy of my babies. The other half of my lonely heart.
No, no one does. These idiots get on my nerves. And they think leaving me notes in my locker makes me swoon. Pfft. I like direct approach, 'thanks!
Aw, this makes me want to meet him and give him a hug! And I'd give you more than hugs for laying down your claim over me. Unlike most girls, I don't find that offensive - I find that sexy. There's a possible chance of me getting a death sentence if I kill the Prick. Most pricks tend to be veryveryvery good looking.
Oh my - your protectiveness on your sister is... amazing. Is there no end to your amazingness?
Hah, I'm glad. I might get really offensive at some points. And I bet I do; there are fangirls here. For any guy with a pretty face. All they do is degrade themselves and it's so insulting to us other girls.

Hehe. I think I'd like to hang out with your family. They seem so... cool and on my status. I'm glad you know how to treat girls. Guys should really follow your lead, maybe then we'd have a prettier world. GO GREEN. Haha. (I'm totally up for keeping.)
Oh my god, you really think so? It looks like I'm going hunting, then. Ugh, all the more reason to hate him. I... I think they've been going out for about nine months. Of course I do, and I'm glad you like it; you might see more of it soon. Chickens... are weird. And cross the road for no apparent reason.
Great - I'm already excited for it! Haha, your sister... she might just become my new idol. And calling the love of your life kiddo is a bit weird... Wait a minute...

I like that you want me in your life, Stud. Usually my balsy-ness makes boys run away.
(Hah, but you're a dirty boy. How about we be dirty together?)

-Bombshell


To: dancelikenooneiswatching; cherrylipssuperstar; runwithskizzers; moonsightdarklight
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: BECAUSE I AM AMAZING. DUH.

NO I AM NOT FUCKING KIDDING YOU, ICE BITCH!
YES. YES. YES. COME OVER. RIGHT NAOW!!

OH MY FUCKING GOD!
I get to borrow Thee Boots?! OH, SOMEONE HAS HEARD MY PRAYERS. THEY'VE HEARD! I'VE BEEN HEARD!

I am going to look Drop. Dead. Gorgeous.

Lessthanthree,
Ino


To: moonsightdarklight; dancelikenooneiswatching; cherrylipssuperstar; runwithskizzers
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: I DO NOT. HINA. I DO OTHER THINGS, TOO!

Really? D'you think I'll look pretty? I trust your words, Hina! I'm so wearing that, then!

Of course I'll go easy on the makeup! I want to look pretty, not Next-Lay material!

Lessthanthree,
Ino


To: cherrylipssuperstar; runwithskizzers; dancelikenooneiswatching; moonsightdarklight
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: I hope your forehead kills your boyfriend.

BITCH.

YOU'LL GET YOUR DRESS BACK WHEN I FEEL LIKE GIVING IT BACK.

She does, doesn't she? You gotta love her!
I WILL FOREHEAD! I WILL!

Lessthanthree,
Ino


To: runwithskizzers; dancelikenooneiswatching; cherrylipssuperstar; moonsightdarklight
From: runwaygoddess

Subject: YOUR SARCASM ISN'T NEEDED BITCH.

EXCUSE ME.

Your jealousy needs some controlling. I mean, like, seriously, Buns. And I don't get dates every other week, betch!

I'll stop spamming when I feel like it. :D

Lessthanthree,
Ino


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDosOut
Subject: the night will go on, my little windmill

Dagger to the heart. I thought I was your other half. Playing with people's emotions isn't nice, doll.
Eh, I just don't like other guys hitting on the girls I care about. Yeah, I'm a little more then possessive. But I've got my reasons, and girls aren't pieces of meat.
And, naaah, if you killed him, the Prick's brother would probably just be happy that it was a chick who killed him. That's how desperate that poor guy is.
...Damn, I think I'm actually turning red. I'm not so amazing, kiddo.
Fangirls... They're kind of funny. This is the only time the Prick comes in useful - girls are attracted to him in droves. It's hilarious.

If I hadn't learned how to treat girls by now (with the family I have), I'd have to be stupider then Dead-Last. And that's really, really hard to do. Seriously, though... Give any guy to my mother for a week, and he'd be whipped into shape - manners, etiquette, everything.
Nine months, huh... He's gonna dump her before the end of the year. How I know this, don't ask. It's a guy thing. At least chickens taste good.
...Griiiiiin.

Guys who can't handle balsy girls are stupid. Balsy girls are the only ones worth having.
(I like that idea.)

-K9


To: runwaygoddess; runwithskizzors; cherrylipssuperstar; moonsightdarklight
From: dancelikenooneiswatching
Subject: I HATE YOU.

OPEN YOUR DAMN FRONT DOOR, OR I'M PICKING THE FUCKING LOCK AGAIN, BETCH.
(And I will never let you wear my smexy heels again. It is damn cold out here!)

ttfn,
Karin


To: runwaygoddess; dancelikenooneiswatching; runwithskizzors; cherrylipssuperstar
From: moonsightdarklight
Subject: Would you two grow up, please?!

Tenten, Ino, stop fighting, please?

Yes, Ino, you'll look stunning in that (like always), so yes. Trust my colour sense, please and thank you!

And Ino, open the door for Karin, she just called me, and screamed general annoyance.

Sincerely,
Hina-chan


To: runwaygoddess; dancelikenooneiswatching; cherrylipssuperstar; moonsightdarklight
From: runwithskizzers
Subject: WHY THE INSULTS, THOUGH, YOU SLORE!

JEALOUS?! ME?! JEALOUS?!

OF WHAT?!

Oh wait! Of you?! I DON'T THINK SO. And you so do get dates every other week. Or is it every week?

I'll block you, betch!

HINA - SHE'S BEING MEAN AND ANNOYING. I MUST DEFEND MYSELF.

Later,
Tenten

P.S. Don't do the stupid ponytail you're insistent on having. It won't go with your stupid outfit. There. Happy?


To: runwaygoddess; dancelikenooneiswatching; runwithskizzers; moonsightdarklight
From: cherrylipssuperstar
Subject: You two are such examples to the rest of us...

Play nice (until you know there's no one watching.

Then bitch it out.)

Cha!
Sak


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: true care, truth brings

Oh my. I am so sorry. You have my soul, but Travis has part of my heart. But I'm thinking of giving you what's left of that heart to you. Because I like you.
But he's not "other guys" he's your homeskillet biscuit. But it's alright, I wouldn't have been able to handle his heartbreak once I told him I was more into you. And I like that you're possessive and more... Pieces... of... meat....? Um.... What...?
Oh god... is the Prick really a virgin on everything? This is major - this is Code Red. Something must be done, Stud. It just has to.
Aw, yes! Payback for all the times you've gotten me to blush! And you so are amazing. Kiddo.... that just got me to blush.
Fangirls are annoying and I'd burn them all with a torch if I could lay my hands on one. Oh really... so he is attractive. Huh.

See, now I'm afraid... and kind of relieved. Because if the Dead Last is stupid... my poor Stutterbug is up for a challenge. Your mother is any girl's hero. She really is. She has my vote for The Next Best Thing.
...He... is...? Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Billboard Brow is going to be devastated! And when Billboard brow is devastated, I go on a mad rampage. No, no, no. There is going to be a murder soon. When you hear that, you'll know it was me.
Chickens are... yes, they taste good.
...I got what you meant. I might just give you my heart as a whole. You're.... you're... I'm at a loss of words again.

Most guys are stupid. It's becoming rare to find one that actually means what he says.
(I like it too.)

-Bombshell


To: dancelikenooneiswatching; cherrylipssuperstar;runwithskizzers; moonsightdarklight
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: I LOVE YOU TOO, MY LOVELY CONCUBINE

I WILL ONCE YOU HOLD YOUR GODDAMN HORSES! I CAN'T FIND MY DAMN SLIPPERS, OKAY?! YOU KNOW I GET IN DEEP SHIT FOR WALKING AROUND THE HOUSE BAREFOOT.
(But... but... but... WAI?! Karin that is so damn mean of you! It's not my fault it's almost winter wonderland!)

Lessthanthree,
Ino


To: moonsightdarklight; dancelikenooneiswatching; cherrylipssuperstar; runwithskizzers
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: I AM SO GROWN. IT'S HER THAT IS THE CHILD.

Hina-chan, it's her that is being childish and immature.

Oh thank you Hina! I shall never doubt you again!

Ugh! I told that skank to hold her damn horses! She's so immature, Hina! I swear!

Lessthanthree,
Ino


To: runwithskizzers; dancelikenooneiswatching; cherrylipssuperstar; moonsightdarklight
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: EXCUSE ME - YOU'VE CALLED ME WHAT?!

YES YOU'RE JEALOUS! AND DROWN AT THE THOUGHT THAT IT'S OF ME.

I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WANTED TO BE ME, BUNS. IT'S OKAY, THOUGH. And just because guys ask me out doesn't mean I accept. This guy is different. I know it!

And you can't block me! Your life is nothing without me!

HINA DON'T LISTEN TO HER! IT'S SHE WHO IS BEING OFFENSIVE! I NEED TO PROTECT MYSELF OR I'LL DIE IN A BARRAGE OF HER INSULTS!

Lessthanthree,
Ino

P.S. AW! I knew you cared! I knew it. And I think you're right. Thanks a lot, doll.


To: cherrylipssuperstar; dancelikenooneiswatching; runwithskizzers; moonsightdarklight
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: your face is the example of WHAT NOT TO WEAR. BETCH.

I always play nice, Forehead. And when no one is around I'M GOING TO KILL THIS BUN-HAIRED BITCH.

Lessthanthree,
Ino


To: runwaygoddess
From: WhoLetTheDogsOut
Subject: i'll take one lift. your ride, best trip

I would like that. Having your heart and soul seems like something special.
...Homeskillet biscuit? Alright, whatever you say, doll. ...Some guys I know... consider girls nothing more then pieces of meat. It pisses me off, and makes me want to kill them (they are not my friends, to say the least). It's not cool. At all.
Yeah. He's a virgin to everything.
Heh, I was thinking that nickname might. And it weirdly suits you.
He is attractive, but he's a Prick. For some reason, this makes the fangirls want him even more, which is creepy in itself, most of the time.

Something tells me this Snow White of yours is up for the challenge. Dead-Last just told me she's got a damn steely backbone, even if most people can't see it? Dead-Last is impressed by this. Dead-Last's stupid brain is impressed by this. Be proud of your friend. Heh, I'll tell my mother you said that, and she'll probably start ranting about how you're clearly a girl who deserves someone better then me. I'd have to agree with her.
I shake my head. From what you've told me about him... yeahm you should probably get her ready for it. It'll most likely be cruel. God, I hate guys like that.
Hah, I enjoy making you speechless.

I mean what I say, most of the time.
(Good. Because, - oh, shit, I have to get to work. See you tomorrow, kiddo.)

-K9


To: moonsightdarklight; runwithskizzors; cherrylipssuperstar; runwaygoddess
From: danceliknooneiswatching
Subject: I AM NOT YOUR CONCUBINE, YOU DIRTY WHORE. P.S. GUYS, INO HAS FOUND THE PERFECT MAN. THIS IS CLEARLY NOT FAIR.

Guys... Guys... he's perfect. Like, holy shit. PERFECT.
Like, like, I don't even know how to explain it. If Ino did not have dibs on this man, I would probably jump him. Sakura, he's your kind of man (well, sort of. But anyways. HINT HINT: DUMP THE CREEP).

Yeah, you know what? I'm attaching their back and forth emails, so you guys can read what I'm ranting about.
Just... Just... READ, MERE MORTALS, AND GAPE AT HIS PERFECTION.
(INO, STOP FUCKING JACKING MY LAPTOP. IT DESERVES BETTER!!! Oh, and Hina, prepare yourself. Half of it is verbal sex. And there's something about... yeah. Just read it. :D)

ttfn,
Karin


To: cherrylipssperstar; dancelikenooneiswatching; runwaygoddess; runwithskizzors
From: moonsightdarklight
Subject: Holy Mother of God.

Wow, for once, Karin is right. He sounds...
Okay, there is no way he's real. No way! No male is that nice and perfect and sweet, and oh god, Ino, you were talking about me?! Do you know how hard I'm blushing right now?! Agh, Father is going to kill me if he sees me like this!

Er... C'mon, Ino, Tenten, please stop fighting!
But... uh... What's a slore? I am confused.

blushblushblush... guys... why are college boys so much nicer then boys our age?

Sincerely,
Hina-chan


To: runwaygoddess; cherrylipssuperstar; dancelikenooneiswatching; moonsightdarklight
From: runwithskizzers
Subject: I have called you a slore. I don't think you can stutter through the internet, betch.

I am not jealous. Nor will I ever be. Especially for someone like you.

Why in the world would I want to be you?! That'd be so blasphemous that there's no utter words to it. I mean, seriously. I'd lose all my Tenten hype and that's not cool. At all. So no, Glorious Boar, I don't want to be you. If you don't accept then why the hell do they keep asking; tch, imbeciles these days. TELL THAT STUPID GUY TO STOP ASKING ME FOR YOUR DAMN NUMBER, FUCK.

Ugh, if I don't block you it's because Karin the Betch would hunt me down or something. Seriously.

HINA! I KNOW YOU BELIEVE ME! SCREW THE PIG! SHE ROLLS AROUND IN MUD!

Later,
Tenten

P.S. It's not even like that, idiot. But whatever, I am glad you have agreed. Last thing I need is to hang around someone who... can't dress. Bahaha.


To: runwaygoddess; dancelikenooneiswatching; runwithskizzers; moonsightdarklight
From: cherrylipssuperstar
Subject: Not my type...

Okayokay, I will bite and say he's nice and all...
But he's so inappropriate. My mouth would be flapping like a fish.
He's defs Piggie-chan's type. Flirty, wise-ass, et cetera et cetera.
And I'm not going to dump Sai-kun! He's nicer to me than Thunder, who is a complete prick, who is apparently fangirled three-fourths of the way to death.
Okay, so I don't like paying for myself on dates, but no one's perfect.

Right?

Cha!
Sak


To: WhoLetTheDogsOut
From: runwaygoddess
Subject: always, i know

It is something special. I'm kinda wondering if you're up for it.
Pshyeah! C'mon, you've heard of that; he's your broslice. The guys that treat girls like that are epic douche bags. AND THE ONES THAT GO GAY ON YOU SUCK MAJOR MONKEY BALLS.
Oh that poor, poor thing. He needs to liven up. Like, right now. It's not even funny anymore - what is wrong with that guy?
Everything you say to me makes me blush. I'm starting to believe you're not good for my health. How does it suit me, love?
Hah, I thought so. Girls these days; but I bet my money he's a sweetie at heart... Boys are kinda screwed up like that.

Oh, yes. Snow White is like our mama - getting her angry is blasphemous. No lie. She will make us cry andandand... it's scary. The Dead Last seems to be impressed by the simplest things. He sounds adorable - I might just want to pull his cheeks. Your mother might be right - you might not deserve me or whatever. But does it count if I don't really mind...? Scratch that, I don't mind; you sound better than any guy I ever dated.
Ugh! I'm going on a killing spree. The other girls can take care of her... wait, no. Stutterbug can take care of her; Buns, Ice Bitch and me are going to be too busy handling that bastard. I hate them too. You know what else I hate? I hate guys whom you really liked and you went out with for almost seven months, just so that they could wind up being gay. Those fucking bastards.
I'm sure you do. I enjoy you making me speechless. It tells me you're worth it.

Are you sure? Hmmmm.
(...Because what...? :O
Bye, Stud!)

-Bombshell


.

.

.


The Magic Bean was Kiba's favourite coffee house - always had been, always would be. Hana -his older sister- had brought him here when she had been going through university, and Kiba had only been a kid then. The place always stayed the same; the armchairs were dark brown velvet, and over-stuffed to a perfect level of squishyness. The red brick of the walls showed through the last paint-job, and those same walls were lined with bookshelves, all full of oddities and bits of this and that. The huge windows, designed to let in sunlight, were steamy from the heat of the coffee machines whirring and hissing in the background.

This was the place where Kiba had grown up, and he was fond of its oddness. Really, it wasn't everyday one saw little jade elephants from Thailand next to handmade Venetian masks, all wrapped up in the comfy warmth of the familiar. So many knicknacks made Kiba grin, even as his eyes flashed to the Salvadore Dali-inspired clock on the wall.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Kiba stared at the goddamn clock. He was three minutes early. Just three minutes. But she - well, he really had no idea what Bombshell looked like, but he had a feeling he'd know her as soon as he saw her. She just exuded that sense of life; he could tell that, even through their emails. The coffee house was silent, save for the ticking of the clock, and the mechanical noises from the silver espresso machines; there was no one in there except for himself and the cashier.

He checked the clock on his phone again. Four-twenty eight.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Weren't girls always early?

Just then, Kiba heard the bell at the door dingle. His head shot up, and he knew, he just knew, that she had walked through the door.


Ino was scared.

Petrified.

Anxious.

Excited.

All in one big ball of knots in the pit of her tummy.

She had been early, just by two minutes, probably. But she was so scared, that she had stood outside the coffee shop, away from the view of the windows, and breathed in and out about twenty times before she deemed it time to stop lagging. Steeling her shoulders, she walked towards the door, her shaky hands playing with the hem of her pretty blouse-dress-thing; it was just so pretty and blue and beady and she was so happy that Sakura forgot it was hers. Not to mention that Karin's boots made killer improvements on her already killer body, but still. It never hurt to look gorgeous for once, right?

Ino flipped her long bleach-blond hair over her shoulder and pushed the door open. The bell jingled above her, but Ino didn't really hear it - she was too busy staring at the hunk of a guy that was staring right back at her. She froze, her mouth clamped closed, pretty blue eyes mildly widened and her heart beat escalated to a rate that she was positive was not normal.

But Ino wasn't one to be intimidated so easily, and she most certainly never showed it when she was. Allowing a small playful smile on her lip-glossed lips (Ino thanked Karin a million times over), she let go of the door so it'd fall back into place and headed towards where K9 was sitting. It felt like her stride was slow, lagging, never ending; by the time she made it to the empty armchair, Ino was all nervous once again.

She looked up at the guy, a whole head taller than her, and breathed out shakily through her slightly parted lips.

And she smiled.


Kiba's whole brain was struck utterly dumb. Hot damn.

The girl was gorgeous. It wasn't the gritty kind of beauty that Hana -crazy bitch- had, not the bat-shit-crazy sort-of beauty that Anko -crazy bitch- kept under her nails, and not the dysfuctional glowy beauty that Yuugao -crazy bitch- wore, the way most girls wore make-up. Kiba momentarily wondered why all the girls in his life -the permanent ones, anyways-, were all so damn crazy.

Bombshell -it had to be her, it had to be- was so beautiful, she might as well have been a doll. And Kiba suddenly felt underdressed. Sure, leather jacket, black slacks, white short-sleeved t-shirt - they made him look good. But not that good. Damn, Suigetsu was going to have a bitch-fit when he met this girl.

He looked down at her, and grinned in a crooked sort of way. "Sit down, kiddo. Want anything? The raspberry hot chocolate is pretty good. We can talk once we're both settled, okay?"

He really liked her smile, and she was really pretty when she blushed.

He walked to the counter, and blinked at the girl there. She'd been working at the Magic Bean for over two months, was his sister's friend, and she knew his order by now. She was normally a nice girl. From the smirk on her lips, however- "Two raspberry hot chocolates, extra whipped cream, with a shot of Bailey's. To stay, I'm guessing. Coming right up. Get your girl, small one, I'll tell Hana not to tease."

Kiba grinned at her. "Thanks.

It took the barista girl three minutes to make the drinks, and then Kiba went and sat back down across from her. She had arranged herself on his second favourite chair, and Kiba figured that he had good taste. He set the steaming mug of hot chocolate down in front of her, and said "I'm Kiba. So, kiddo, what's your name?"


Ino blinked as she watched him get up and go order... well, watched his backside.

And it was nice, oh yeah. She smirked to herself, following his every move. She began to daydream as soon as he waited for their orders; brown hair was so much better than red. She was so into her thoughts, that as soon a mug of hot chocolate was set in front of her, she almost jumped out of her seat. She stared at the black mug and then looked back up at K9, who happened to be a hunk, just in case she hadn't made that clear with herself.

"I'm Kiba. So, kiddo, what's your name?"

Kiddo... Ino blushed at the endearment; if she didn't know herself any better, which she did, her face was currently rosy from her chin up to her hairline. She licked her bottom lip and tried not to stare at his complete God-ness. But then something hit her; this was nothing like Ino. This was something Hinata or Sakura would do. This was embarrassing.

So she clashed her gray-blue eyes with his dark ones and smirked. "I'm Ino."

She grabbed her mug, sat back on the comfy chair and crossed one of her leg over the other and while she drank some of her drink, her eyes never broke away from his.


It was silent for a long minute.

Then Kiba shook his head, and chuckled. "Hell, if this isn't awkward... Look, I guess we can't really do the 'hi, my name is', because we're already been through that. How about we just pick up from where we left off? I never got to read your reply, I was still at work..."

She tilted her head just slightly at him, strands of white-blonde hair falling across her very-sky-blue eyes. "Cars, right? You work at an autoshop?"

Kiba watched her tongue run the rim of the mug, and felt his thoughts head in a decidedly dirty direction. He caught himself, however (there was a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Sasuke, muttering something along the lines of you fucking loser, she's seventeen! Get your mind out of the gutter!), before he could say or do something very, very stupid, and answered her question. "Yeah. We're... refurbishing, I guess you could say, an '82 Chevy Nova. The thing is going to be gorgeous, when it's finished."

Ino smiled at him. The nervous-tense feeling in Kiba's stomach disappeared in a flash; what on earth was he nervous about? Stupid awkward conversation starters. "Huh, you're about to graduate, aren't you? What are you thinking about going into?"


Ino placed her mug back on the table before getting comfortable in her seat again. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and cleared her throat. "Well, I'm going to be a writer-slash-model. Or something, I don't really know. Yeah..."

Oh, okay, that was totally lame. Nice one Ino, in all seriousness - you're the most Epic Fail. She pouted when she was positive she heard a voice (well, two. And they sounded like Karin and Tenten) in her head snickering and pointing out that she was completely lame.

"Are you pouting?"

At his voice Ino perked up, her face growing pink again and she tried really hard to avert her eyes. Oh god, someone just shoot her now; what the hell is going on with her?! Usually, she was flirting her ass off by now. Maybe it's because he's older? Or because he's reallyreally pretty? ...Or because something inside of her told her that he was actually going to be worth it.

"U-uh. No... I was... Thinking." About raping you. Someway or another. Yeah. Let's go with that. "So... an '82 Chevy Nova? My dad has a '68 Mustang - I'm working on getting him to give it to me as a graduation gift." She smirked deviously and summed up some courage to stare at him in the eyes again.

God, was he pretty.


"You know your cars, kiddo. I like that." Kiba said.

He sat back in the cushy brown chair, and just looked at her. She was running her fingers through her hair almost nervously, her legs still crossed, her mug of hot chocolate sitting neatly on the table between them. But even though part of her looked nevous, there was a spark of playfulness in her eyes. It was a spark of - of something that looked like it was about to burst into flame and rage through the world.

The girl was balsy and intelligent. Knew her cars. Had an off-beat side, although he had a feeling that she kept it hidden from a lot of people - most girls who looked like Ino did, didn't like Blink-182. And beautiful. Very, very beautiful.

Exactly his type of girl.

He hoped he wouldn't break her heart. She deserved better then that.


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Extra thoughts from us:

les: omfg. i think i just found my new otp. i'm serious. kibaino was so much fucking fun to write! OH YES. ALSO, I GOT A MOUTH FULL OF SKITTLES, WANNA TASTE THE RAINBOW?! ;D
Saraa: i like smarties. blame les's new OTP on me. i got her hooked. :D
sonya: i bet sai wants to taste the rainbow, if you know what i mean. ;) seventeen ain't so sweet, but eighteen's a little less bitter. RUN FOR MAKEUP!