HELLU!! GAWD, I'M UPDATING RATHER FREQUENTLY THESE DAYS! HEHEHE... GOTTA OCCUPY MYSELF OR I'LL GO INSANE/DEPRESSED! YEA, HERE'S CHAPTER 3! ENJOY!
DISCLAIMER: I DUN OWN ANYTHING... EVEN THE AWESUM SONG CALLED "FINAL DAY" BY "TOKIO HOTEL"...
And now we're here again
Up on your roof so high
The whole world can just go to hell
I can feel the end is near
It all has come as we had feared
And if our final day has come
Let's pretend to carry on-
Momo groaned as her hand reached for her mobile phone and flipped it open. She cautiously opened her eyes so that the light wouldn't stab them all at once to check the clock on her wall. 6am? Who would call her at 6am?
"Hello?"
"Good morning, bed-wetter…" The drowsiness in the brunette immediately died. Toushiro.
"Good morning, Shiro-chan…"
"You sound sleepy." The fact that her friend didn't scold her on using his childish nickname surprised her for a second but she brushed it off.
"It's 6am! How can you not be sleepy?"
"Because unlike a certain bed-wetter, I get up early and exercise."
"Oh… yea… I forgot about that…" Hinamori shook her head in an attempt to wipe out the image of the white-haired male exercising. The muscle… the shine… 'Oh no… I'm turning into some psycho pervert…'
"Hey, Momo?"
"Yea?"
"Are you sure that you didn't forget anything?"
"Oh! Toushiro, I'm so sorry! I was going to tell my mum not to tell your mum about the whole bikini-thing but I was on the phone with Rangiku! I'm so sorry-"
"Besides… that."
The female's slender eyebrows creased in confusion before checking the calendar on the wall across from her bed. 'Today is the… 9th.… so… 7am… training?... WAIT! 7am training! Oh my god! I totally forgot!'
"Oh my god! I completely forgot about the training at 7am!"
"You have fifty-five minutes to get ready and come out. Be quick."
"Okay!" Momo was about to close her phone but stopped. "Wait, come out?"
She quickly opened her blinds and looked outside the window to see her friend waiting on his motorbike on their driveway. He glanced upwards before quickly looking away blushing. Confused, she looked down to see that she was wearing her pink, lacy tank-top pyjamas. 'CRAP!'
The brunette quickly knelt down on the floor to get out of window view.
"How long have you been out there?"
"Lets see. I remember us two promising each other that we'd meet each other at your house at 5:30am so that we can go to school by 6am and practise by ourselves until 7am..."
"THIRTY MINUTES?!"
"I tried calling you on your cell three times already but you didn't wake up."
"I'm so sorry-"
"Yea, whatever. You've got fifty-three minutes now. If you're not out by then, I'm gonna leave you here." BEEP.
Hinamori quickly scrambled out of bed and dashed to the bathroom to take a shower in record time.
Hitsugaya tapped his foot and checked his watch again. 'Five seconds left… four… three… two… one-'
"SORRY FOR THE WAIT!" The brown-eyed girl quickly slammed the front door shut and locked it. She immediately ran over to her friend's motorbike and sat on the back. The white-haired boy rolled his eyes and sat on the front as the female put on his helmet.
"Momo Hinamori. Always in on the last second."
Toushiro panted as he finished his last push-up and quickly got up onto his knees. He quickly set his digital watch onto timer-mode.
"Momo, your turn, thirty push-ups. Three, two, one… GO!"
The bun-haired girl quickly got onto her palms and feet and started doing the push-ups. Her arms started aching straight away. She wasn't that bad at push-ups. In fact, her endurance levels were excellent. The slight lack of strength in her arms was what caused her a little bit of trouble.
'Eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixtee-'
"Momo, you need to lower your backside."
The brunette nodded and lowered it.
"A little more."
A blush crept its way across the planes of her face.
'Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six…'
"Yea, that's good."
'Twenty-nine, THIRTY! YAY!...'
The female quickly got up onto her knees, panting.
"Okay, Toushiro, Whaddya wanna do now?"
Hinamori turned her head up when her friend didn't answer. She saw him silently gazing across the room as if he was in his own little world. She followed his gaze and inwardly groaned when it landed on the cheerleading squad.
'Amanda Whitney…'
"Momo, you need to calm down. Just because a guy's looking at someone, it doesn't mean that they're romantically interested in them. You think I never spotted Gin staring at anyone before?" Rangiku's attempts to calm the worried girl were failing… miserably.
"But he wasn't just looking! It was like he was lost in a world of his own! I had to smack his back to get his attention because he couldn't hear me when I called his name!" Momo blurted. Talking to Matsumoto about it made her realise that things could be worse than she wished. "That's not normal!"
"It's Toushiro we're talking about. Look, Momo. There are HEAPS girls out there wanting to jump him but did he even pay a speck of attention to them? No. He's just not that kind of guy. You need to calm down."
The brunette took a deep breath. "You know what? You're right. I'm sorry for freaking out on you like that."
"It's okay… it's only natural."
The two females smiled at each other as they turned the corner, walking to their History lesson. They entered their classroom and took their seats near the windows. Hinamori turned her head to the doorway and smiled when she saw Hitsugaya's head of white hair.
However, her smile dropped off her face when she saw who he was with.
'Amanda? Again? Is he planning on dating her or something?...'
The female's mood didn't get any better when she saw Toushiro saying something, causing Amanda to laugh. The blonde reached out and stroked the boy on the arm. Too intimately for Momo's liking.
'Did she's just stroke him?... No, wait! She's flirting!...'
Her heart sank even more -if it was possible- when she saw her friend's fingers brushing Amanda's.
'No! They're flirting!...'
The floor might as well have just opened up and sucked Hinamori in with a black-hole motion into infinity for all she cared at that moment. She turned her head away from the pair and leaned her forehead against her palm.
'So much for "He's just not that type of guy"… I've never even seem him like this before!... She's only known him for... maybe a year or two... I've known him for sixteen years and nine months!... This can't be good...'
HELLU PEOPLEZ! YAY! END OF THIS CHAPPY 4 NOW! HAHAHA!! THANK YEW 4 READING! REVIEWS AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ARE WELCOME!...
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For all I care tonight