((Saturday Evening ))
"So you're Anonymous," said Takuto sitting across from Maron. She just nodded, taking a sip of her drink.
The apartment had three rooms, the kitchen and living room were separated by an arch and the walls were painted a pale yellow. There was a crimson red couch in the living room with three dark, baby blue pillows scattered. His laundry lay on the arm of the couch. The table in the middle of the living room, which made Maron distrust this guy more, had magazines spread across the table with girls in bikinis doing dirty poses. She assumed it was some swimwear magazine, or what she forced to think it was.
There was a door (his room), shut as if it had dirty little secrets that wanted to be known. She looked back at him and blushed. She hardly noticed him staring with that huge grin of his. She had to admit, Takuto Shin was pretty cute. She didn't understand why she was blushing and her stomach was flip-flopping. He was so beautiful, though, with his midnight blue eyes, dark brown hair and dashing grin-like smile. You sure could tell he was a player.
'I'm single…I could have a little fun.' The back of her mind told her that and she shrugged her shoulders. She sighed, leaned forward and looked him in the eye as best as she could.
"So, how do you know Izumi," she asked.
"We were friends in college," he said as he got of his seat and walked to the fridge, "Iz' and I were best buds in high school, both on the football and baseball team. You wouldn't expect that from him, but he was really athletic. Those were the good days." He came back with a beer as she looked at him.
"You're only twenty-one. What's up with that whole 'good old days' thing?"
He rolled his eyes, taking a swig of his beer and looking back at her.
"Alright, before we get off topic, let's talk about why you're here."
"Okay, Izumi—,"
"I know who told you to come, but what's with that whole anonymous thing? I mean, it's so— naïve. How old are you?"
"Eighteen, but that's besides the fact. I had fun doing this game all through high school," she said, pausing to look at his unreadable expression, but continued, "I just never wanted to give it up. This might be the last time I play this game. You could think of it in the naïve prospective or you could think of it as a game to get closer to someone than you ever imagined…"
She took a deep breath and stared at him with wide eyes. There it was again, that infamous smirk. She just wanted to kiss it…wait…I mean, wipe it off his face.
"Oh, so this is about a boy, eh? Okay, enough with the bull-crap, I know what your name is. It's Maron," he said with a smirk. Her face went from a blush to an aggressive look, as she changed her position, folding one leg on the chair, allowing herself to get so close to his face. He didn't back off. He remained the way he was.
"Oh, my gosh," she said, exaggerating putting her hands over her mouth, "someone knows my name! What to do?" She looked at him sarcastically. "I don't care if you know my name. So, let's get down to business. The reason why I'm here is to make a guy jealous. He's got some girl, who came from upstate and she claims to be Chiaki's lover."
"So, you're using me?"
"Not exactly, but you shouldn't really care. You have tons of girls that come after the player. Anyways just listen…"
She continued explaining her plan, but she had to be sneaky. She learned that Chiaki doesn't fall for things that stupid, as he put it, so they had to look like they really were a couple. It wasn't stupid and she didn't want to look like a tramp, but really! Wouldn't you do this if you were in a situation when a guy you liked stole your first kiss and suddenly there's another girl in the picture? It might work or not, but what does it matter? If you had a hot guy like Takuto, I'm sure you'd try to forget about the other guy and hit it off with the one in front of you.
"Okay, okay, so why don't we get to know each other physically, unless you don't have the guts."
"Sure," she said confidently, "I'm up for a challenge, but no clothes off."
"Fair enough. Here," he said passing over his beer. "I know you're underage, but one or two sips won't hurt. You need to loosen up. You seem fidgety." This guy really spoke his mind. She stared at the yellow liquid. It wasn't the drinking that got to her, it was the fact that he just drank from it and it's an indirect kiss. "You're thinking way too much."
She glared and took a swig of it. She gave a look of disgust, coughing at the horrible, sour tasting drink. He just grinned. She took four more sips and that was her turning point. She felt fine and a lot more relaxed. He motioned her to follow as he got off his chair and led her to the couch, as they sat facing each other.
"You ever kissed anyone before, Maron," he asked, leaning in closer, still grinning.
"I've…kissed plenty of times," she said with a blush. She knew exactly what she was doing. She wasn't that drunk…plus she could have a little fun. Wouldn't you with a completely gorgeous guy?
He grabbed her cheeks and whispered 'liar' before kissing her intensely. Her body felt weak against his as butterflies fluttered in her stomach, never stopping. Taking advantage, she leaned against him, putting her finger through his hair, as he licked her lips, asking for an entrance as she accepted. She was blushing like crazy as her hands sunk down, feeling him everywhere. He stopped her, grabbing her wrist and pinning her down to the couch as she looked him in the eyes.
They were clouded with pure lust, as she blushed and he grinned, leaning down and nibbling on her ear, kissing her cheeks, lips, chin and neck. She turned her head, giving him better access as she sighed. She couldn't stop blushing. Like they say, the first kiss is never as good as the second kiss because you know exactly what you're doing. Something inside her caused her to react as he got off her, pulling him to her, where she nearly straddling his waist. She blushed at this and looked him in the eyes, searching for something besides that smirk on his face.
"Let's take you home, little minx," he said lifting her up with him and they were a centimeter apart. She nodded and gave him a peck, before grabbing his hand and her wallet purse from the table and was about to open the door. She was spun around by Takuto as he pinned her to the door, pressing his body against hers, as her heart fluttered immensely. "Not so fast." He cupped her chin, leaned in and gave her a soft kiss, filled with beautiful passion. This was a real kiss. One she always wanted. She nearly forgot about Chiaki and thought this guy was the love of her life.
"Takuto, let's get going. We have plenty of time to do that," she said, as they walked down the stairs and outside. He gave a mischievous look and she looked, well, confused.
"I knew girls couldn't resist me." She punched in the arm playfully as he rubbed it, giving a fake pout. "You hurt my feelings, Maron. But I know you love me so much!"
"Stop it, Takuto! You're drawing attention," she whispered worriedly. She gasped, when he put an arm around her shoulder and drew her closer. The summer breeze felt great against her skin as she looked up to him. He wasn't looking at her and didn't seem to notice her looking at him. He was deep in thought and she looked away, looking at the trees, as they moved soothingly in the wind, making a whispering sound. She shut her eyes, leaning into him more, inhaling the summer air.
He finally looked down at her and blushed.
Why am I blushing? I'm Takuto for goodness sake! It's called love you idiot. Ever heard of it? Who the hell are you? I'm the thing at the back of your head that you chose to ignore dumbass. Just so you know, you feel like you've known this girl for years and she's pure, innocent and naïve…seem to always go for that type. SO? SO, get a move on buddy. She likes you too! Let her figure it out for herself. I'm ignoring you. "Um, this is my apartment."
Takuto snapped out of
thought as he looked at her and then the apartment building. He held
her closer and mumbled something about walking. He strolled in and
made his way towards the elevator, pressing the 'up' arrow. The
elevator door slid open, revealing Victoria and Chiaki. Chiaki
looked surprised and pissed. 'What
the hell,'
"Oh Mitsuki, I didn't know you had someone! Who's the Mr. Gorgeous," Vicky asked, in her squeaky voice.
"That's what I'd like to know," Chiaki mumbled, as he was elbowed in the ribs and scolded by Vicky. Both Maron and Takuto looked at each other with a playful smile. They were already wheeling him in. Chiaki was glaring as he saw those two look at each other with such love. YUCK!
"My best friend at the café decided to introduce me since he knew I was single and sooner or later, we hit it off! Am I right, Takuto?"
"You just can't resist me can you, Anonymous?" Maron shook her head as she looked at both Vicky and Chiaki.
"Anonymous? What kind of name is that? Her name is Mitsuki…right," Vicky said, confused.
"Of course," Takuto said laughing, "but it's just this little game me and her are playing. I know her name."
"So Mitsuki, how long have you known this piece of trash," Chiaki said, looking at the guy disapprovingly.
"CHIAKI!"
"Victoria, I just want to know," he said turning back to Maron with a dirty look, "Well?"
"It's been eight days, six hours and…fifty-seven seconds," she said looking at her watch. She pressed herself closer to Takuto as he tightened his grip. "It just turned out great."
"Yeah, well, I'll take her to her apartment," Takuto said breaking conversation.
"I think I should instead," Chiaki said.
"But Chiaki, we have a date. Let's go," Vicky whined, as Chiaki sighed. Takuto couldn't fight the smirk that was forming on his face as Chiaki glared.
"Fine," he said, smirking at both Maron and Takuto, "be careful, okay?" Maron just nodded and was led towards the elevator, waiting for it to open and stepped in with Takuto.
"What floor?"
"Seven."
"Chiaki seems like a very dominant guy. It looks like he likes you a lot and doesn't want to give up. I would've let him take you up, but what good would that have bought," he said, with a smile as he pressed her body against his and leaned in for a kiss as she wrapped her arms around his neck and got on her tip toes. She doesn't have a theory of why her heart flutters so much for this guy. It's been beating so fast since they left his apartment.
"You seem to like kissing me a lot. Are you developing a crush, hmmm Takuto?"
"Whatever you say, babe."
He kissed the top of her head as the elevator door opened. "Here's your stop."
"You're not coming in?"
"No, I have work in the morning, but don't worry, daddy will be back soon," he smirked and she glared playfully.
"Okay, bye!"
He grabbed her hand and kissed it, causing her to blush. He pressed the elevator button, gently letting go of her hand, as the door closed between them both, which seemed like an eternity. She stared for a minute, sighed and walked towards her apartment door. She got the key out, unlocked it and went inside, turning on the light to her lonely apartment. She went to take a shower, still feeling tingly wherever he kissed her and washed off, feeling fresh and comfortable.
It was only 10:45 and she didn't feel tired, so she turned the TV on, flipping through channels, seeing nothing but sappy romances and the news. So she came across Star Wars, the original and realized that it was romance as well (in a way). It didn't matter. She just watched Princess Laya, the damsel in distress, Luke Skywalker, Chubaka and the other companion try to escape from the wall closing in on them.
She laid on the couch, laughing to herself. She couldn't believe she was actually watching something she used to love as a kid, and encouraged the characters to get out of Darth Vader's spaceship. It was 11:30 and she heard a knock on her door and shouted she'd be there in a second as she lowered the volume. Who could be at her door at this hour? She opened it hesitantly and saw Chiaki leaning against the door, trying to keep his composure.
"Something wrong," she asked, biting her lip.
"I don't know," he said, staying calm, "you tell me."
"Want to come in and talk about it? Whatever it is, just say it. I'll be fine."
He nodded, putting a hand through his hair. Maron was surprised by how serious he was. Usually he was so playful around her, making her love him more. He only wore his boxers and a blue shirt, with the caution sign on it. They walked towards the kitchen as she motioned him to sit down, while she made some hot cocoa. She felt his intense gaze burn through her, but she continued, shaking as she put the water inside the pot. All the calmness from the shower, was replaced with worry and being nervous.
After turning on the stove, she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the counter, waiting.
"Anonymous…I mean Mitsuki…I mean, ugh, let me get to the point. I don't get it. How did this guy come into the picture? I don't trust him. He's got a bad vibe coming from him. I thought you were interest in…well…"
"Who?"
"I thought…you don't get it, do you?"
She shook her head and tried to hide a smile, but failed. He looked at her with a confused look. He got up and came up to her, and her smile disappeared as she looked confused. His eyes softened as he came closer, as she felt his breath on her lips.
"Anonymous, you're such a bad liar." She was about to ask what he was talking about, but was cut by him kissing her lips, softly. She was about to push away, but she gave in. She felt little butterflies in her stomach as she clung onto his shirt, closing her eyes. They seemed to forget everything, concentrating on their breaths, movement and themselves. They were pulled apart by the sound of the tea pot whistling.
She blushed lightly, feeling her lips, all puffed as she took out two cups, without facing him, pouring in the cocoa powder and then the water. She was shaking as she gave him his cup and sat down in a seat. He sat across the way and studied her with a little smile. She kept touching her lips, her cheeks were flushed pink and she tried to look him in the eye. She was like a child.
"Aren't you dating Victoria?" He sighed and chuckled at the questioned.
"No," he said, "She's just trying to get back together with me. Just like I say, the ladies can't resist me."
Maron blushed, as her heart started to beat rapidly. Didn't she hear that from…Takuto? Great! This makes it even more complicated.
"Geez, you just can't stop being a flirt, can you, Chiaki," she asked with a smile.
"Nope, might as well deal with it, anonymous," he paused and grinned, going towards the living room, as Maron followed, curiously and she gasped, smiling and looking away. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned towards her ear. "My, my, do we have a Star Wars nerd?"
"It's not what you think!"
"That's what they all say," he said as he backed up until the back of his knees touched the couch, causing them to sit, with her in between his legs, facing the TV. "You can be my nerd."
She laughed as they watched the rest of the movie and talked every so often. They finally fell asleep halfway through Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. Poor Anakin…
Ciao
bellas'! I finally finished this chapter in three hours. I tried
to think of a bunch of ideas and I think this is the best and
longest, might I say, chapter I've written. 2,849 words! I know
people have written more, but I think I broke my own record. Sorry
if the other chapter ended lamely, so I said, "Hey! Why not add
more?" So this is for all my readers! Things are getting shaky
for Maron and it ended up being something different. Even I didn't
see it coming...and I wrote it! Hope you guys enjoyed it! C.S.