Title: Acrophobia
Genre: Humor
Rating: K+
Pairing: Misaki and Tsubasa
Acrophobia
~(*)~
Sometimes she really needed things like this to keep her sane –which was quite ironic because what she was about to do was pretty insane. She honestly didn't know why she was doing this. Heck she didn't even know how he had managed to get her here in the first place.
"You really need to do something fun in your life."
A glare. "Who says I don't?"
He grinned. "Your idea of fun is painting your nails wacky colours and trying out different types of clothes. That's not fun,it's girly."
She rolled her eyes. "I am a girl, moron. What do you expect me to do? Sing the theme song of Kick Buttowski while shoving a plate full of blackjacks into my mouth? Or do you think I'd jump off of walls?"
That was meant to be sarcastic. But of course Tsubasa took it seriously. His eyes gleamed with amusement. "I know what we're going to do today!"
She scoffed slightly. "We have school today, you dipshit."
A frown. "Well we can hang out tomorrow!"
"Tomorrow is a-"
"Saturday." He finished for her with a small smile on his face. "And don't give me all that bull about you being a late riser. That's Amane. We all know that you can't sleep past 9."
"I have to do my homework." She said quickly.
Now it was his turn to scoff. "You're ahead of the whole freakin' class. So stop trying to wiggle out of this one."
Misaki sighed. "Okay. Fine. But no texting me at midnight."
He grinned. "And you can't chicken out."
"Deal."
Misaki groaned. Okay fine, so she did remember how he had gotten her to be awake before 7 on a Saturday morning but, that did not explain why she was sitting on a bench and waiting for him at this ungodly hour. It was not even 6 yet! Misaki scowled as she glared up at the sky. The sun had yet to rise, it was that early. After sitting on the bench for a couple of more minutes, Misaki decided to leave. It wasn't her fault that the idiot didn't show up on time. Misaki was pissed and not just because of waiting, she was pissed because Tsubasa had texted her at 12.01 telling-no rather, demanding her to be awake and down by the park by 5.45. She clearly told him not to text her at midnight, but no, he just had to go and do exactly that.
When she texted him back, he replied and said that it was technically a minute past midnight.
How was she to argue with logic like that?
Just as she was about to get up from the wrenched bench, she spotted Tsubasa around the corner, he was jogging.
He grinned as he stopped right in front of her. He seemed out of breathe.
That caused her left eyebrow to twitch. The nerve of the boy! She couldn't believe he was smiling at her!
"You made me wait for twenty minutes." Misaki all but growled.
Tsubasa brought his hands up as if surrendering and said, "It's not my fault my mom happens to be an early riser."
"Well no one told you to sneak out so early!"
"But what fun would that be?"
"Fun-shcum." She muttered while folding her arms across her chest. She noticed water droplets, more like sweat droplets dripping down from his hair. "Did you seriously sweat that much?" She asked as she mentally calculated the distance from his house to the park. It was actually less than the distance from hers. So either Tsubasa had a weird sweat issue or he took a detour.
Tsubasa shook his head. "Sweat? Are you stupid? My house is like what, 5 minutes away. Why in the world would I sweat so much?"
Misaki snorted, "Because you're a pig."
"Pigs don't sweat." He deadpanned.
She felt like screaming. "Fine then, if that isn't sweat, then what in the world is it?"
"Oh," Tsubasa said easily. "I took a shower before coming."
Now she actually screamed. "What?" She howled out. "I cannot believe you! You took a shower? What happened to the whole 'my mom is an early riser' thing, huh? I bet she's wondering why you woke up so early just to take a shower!"
Tsubasa looked at her like she was crazy. "Are you telling me that you didn't take a shower?"
She was on the verge of killing him. "That," she hissed, "-is beside the point. You could've told me that you'd be late! I mean I was waiting here for more than twenty minutes! I thought you had slept in or something, but no, you were taking a stupid shower with hot water while I was freezing my ass off over here."
"Hey!" Tsubasa protested. "I don't like hot water. Cold showers are the boss."
She widened her eyes in disbelief. "No way. You seriously don't take cold showers, do you?"
Tsubasa rolled his eyes. "Why would I lie? You should try taking a cold shower in the morning, it helps you feel wide awake."
"No thanks," she said. "I'll pass."
Tsubasa frowned slightly. "Are you sure? I mean you're so grumpy in the morning I think it'll be a good idea if you take cold-"
"There is no way in hell I'm going to take a shower in ice cold water."
"-shower in the mornings. You'd look less like the Grinch and maybe-"
"Grinch? What the hell! I do NOT look like the Grinch!"
"-you'd be more pleasant to talk to."
She scowled. "If you're just going to call me names, I'm going." She turned around to leave.
"Wait!" he called out, grabbing her wrist. Misaki shivered at the touch, it was like a spark of electricity. "Don't go. I have to show you something."
Misaki shook her head ever so slightly. What in the world was that?
She sighed. "Only if you quit being so damn annoying."
He cracked a grin. "Aye aye ma'am."
She could've sworn she felt something lunge in her stomach. But being the sensible girl that she is, Misaki ignored it.
~(*)~
"No way."
Tsubasa's grin was blinding her eyes. His teeth were far too white for her liking. "Yes way."
"You've got to be kidding me."
He shook his head. "I'm serious. There's this cool resort type thing down there."
"So you expect me to jump over this wall?" Misaki exclaimed with rage pulsing through her veins. "Do you want me to die?"
"No," Tsubasa quickly put in. "I don't want you to die. I just want you to have a good time."
"I would've been having a good time if I was fast asleep in my bed." Misaki hissed as she blew her pink hair out of her face. Damn him! When she had joked about jumping over walls, she hadn't really thought they were going to do the exact same thing. "I'd rather sing the theme song of Kick Buttoski while stuffing my face with blackjacks than do this."
Tsubasa looked hurt. "You clearly said that you wanted to do this."
She shot him one last look before groaning. "Okay fine." She said defeated. "I'll do this crazy suicidal thing of yours."
He grinned and then moved over to sit on the wall. "Ready?"
She rolled her eyes. "Ready."
And that's when she noticed just how high they were. The fall had to be at least eight feet and at the bottom there was mud. So even if she did jump, she'd be covered in slimy sticky brown mud.There was no way she was going to jump down that.
"I am NOT jumping!"
Tsubasa frowned. "Why not?"
"Are you mad?" She screeched while gripping the wall securely with her hands, "First off, I'm scared of heights and there's bloody mud down there!"
Tsubasa made a face. "Mud can't be bloody."
Misaki sighed exasperatedly. "You know what I meant."
A smirk flitted across his face. "So you're not going to jump?"
"Yup."
"So you are going to jump?"
"What? No!"
"Too late now." He grinned and before she even knew what he was planning to do, Tsubasa shoved her right off the edge.
And down she went.
Smack into the mud.
"ANDOU!"
~(*)~
"What in the world am I going to tell my mom now?"
Misaki shrugged as she wiped off the mud from her face with the back of her hand. "It's your fault for pushing me in the first place."
"Well I didn't know that you would start a mud fight!" He countered as he shook his head vigorously. "Man, I've got mud in my ear!"
"Well that's what you get for waking me up early in the morning." Misaki said while grinning.
And perhaps singing the theme song of Kick Buttowski while shoving a plate full of blackjacks into her mouth wouldn't have been as much fun as this.
Perhaps.
Acrophobia- Fear of heights
I'm in the mood to write angst. Or horror. So the next one-shot won't be funny, well most probably not.
Reviews are very much appreciated :D
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