Sorry it's been so long since I've posted. My computer has a virus and I'm forced to use the library's computers.
Also I was just dumped. Badly. Over facebook. It's been bothering me and I think it's hurting my writing. I'm sorry if this totally sucks.
Anyhow, the first part of this is more my own BS. It's just something a friend and I came up in Home Depot. We were picking up something for my mom and ended up hanging around and making stupid jokes. (And is before that idiot left me for some stank.)
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"Do I really have to come with you?" I asked as Nowaki tipped his foot impatiently.
"Come on, Hiro-san," he said, one hand keeping me from closing the door on him. Honestly I don't know why we both have to go into Home Depot together. Doesn't he realize how awkward this is? I mean, they'll know… They'll know we're living together and…
That's why we both had to go. We were living together now.
"Whatever," I said, his adorable expression was starting to get to me. I couldn't refuse Nowaki.
I followed him inside, careful to stand apart from him. No stared at us, no pitchforks were aimed at our heads, the sky didn't fall; people continued shopping. It was like nothing happened.
Whatever, I was still embarrassed. No sex for Nowaki tonight.
"Should we look at the lights first?" he asked.
"Sure," I muttered, still glancing around and waiting for the world to end.
We walked into the lighting aisle, a ton of different lights hanging above our heads. A bright neon orange light caught my eye. It wasn't because I liked it, but because the annoying thing kept shining into my eyes. Were they trying to blind me?
Nowaki was being a little too serious about everything. He was mainly looking at the lamps though. Although his eyes shot to the black lights more than once. Sadly, I knew he wouldn't ask for one of them. He'd want me to choose.
"So, which do you like?" I forced myself to ask.
He shrugged and smiled back at me. "What about you?"
I pointed at a hot pink ceiling fan/hanging light. "That," I said, smiling at his surprise.
"Really, Hiro-san?" he asked, thinking I was serious.
"No," I said, laughing. I grabbed one of the neon red light bulbs along with a black light that was actually purple. "Now what about that?" I quickly pointed at a random light, acting like it weren't a big deal. Nowaki only smiled and agreed with whatever I said the entire time. We read each other way too well, even though we had been apart for a year.
Of course, I didn't say anything when he offered to pay for everything. Since I'd mainly be paying the bills, it was somehow fair that he cover this. Plus it meant I could escape for a few minutes into the bathroom, and I wouldn't have to deal with any stares.
Ever notice how although Home Depot has thousands of things for home improvement, its bathrooms are pretty crappy? I mean, you'd think with all this stuff, they could at least get a descent floor design. Lowes on the other hand actually had nice restrooms, I discovered an hour later. They really knew what they were doing.
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"Nowaki, I'm cold," I hinted, sitting down on the bed.
"Yeah, it's a pretty chilly night," he said, completely oblivious.
"I'm cold," I try again, faking a little shiver. All I need is for him to attempt to cuddle me, then I can pretend it was all his fault.
"Then why don't you put on something a little less revealing?"
In all honesty, he was right. After all, I was wearing a thong. But you'd think he'd get the hint!
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"You bastard! Why didn't you wake me up?!"
"I did. Like twenty times." Nowaki answered, flipping a pancake.
My stomach growled but I knew I didn't have time.
"Should I make this to-go?"
"Nah, I'll get grab something at Starbucks." I said pulling my shoes on. I was about to open the door when Nowaki stopped me. He gave me a quick kiss before I could stop him. Jerk.
"See ya, Hiro-san." He called as I slammed the door behind me.
I walked to school listening to my iPod Shuffle. I passed my old apartment, the one I'd lived in when Nowaki and I had met. I smiled and thought about how far we'd come since then.
It was all very distracting and I didn't realize notice I'd forgotten my purse until I got to Starbucks. Luckily I found a few yen in my pocket and was able to get my large mocha frappe.
It was too late for me to walk back home. But I left all of the graded test papers in my purse. I'd have to call Nowaki… On his day off.
I jogged the rest of the way to campus. I'd need to run off my frappe after all. And since I was so good at multitasking that I could drink, lose weight and carry on a conversation at once; I called Nowaki.
"Hey, you're awake right?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you work at night and most people with night shifts sleep during the day."
"You're thinking of vampires, Hiro-san,"
"No, I'm not. And when you think about it, the nights we're together you're always off. Isn't that so… You know what, anime is just too convenient."
"It is. Now, what were you going to ask me?"
"Oh, well I left my purse at home. Could you bring it to the school?"
"Hiro-san, are you PMSing again?"
"Shut up and bring me my purse dammit!"
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After many rude remarks from Miyagi about my eyebrows, I finally got a call from the office telling me I had a 'visitor.'
"Thanks, Nowaki! I really need this!" I said, coming out to meet him by the front gate.
"Wait! Is there drugs in this?"
"No, I just really need the papers. Now hand over my purse!" I said, pulling it from his hands.
"What's this?" Miyagi asked, strolling toward the gate, "Is Hiroki flirting? No way,"
"Shut up! And don't call me by my first name!"
"You know, you've never yelled at me for that before." Miyagi protested.
"Well, it's suddenly become important to the storyline." Would they ever learn to just play along? "You know, the papers they give you with all the words? Those are scripts, you're supposed to read those."
Miyagi and Nowaki looked at each other as if I were crazy.
Then Miyagi shrugged, deciding it was more fun to annoy me. "Hiroki, Hiroki, Hiroki," he started before I whacked him over the head. "Ow,"
"Oh, go jump off a bridge, will you?" I turned to Nowaki, "Don't mind him. Miyagi's only purpose is to annoy me and sleep with the Dean's children."
"So cruel,"
"Hey, Hiro-san, can I call you Hiroki?" Nowaki suddenly asked.
"NO!" I shouted, "Now, I've got to get to class. Any more stupid questions before I go?"
"No, Sir!" Both Nowaki and Miyagi said at once.
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By the time I got home, Nowaki had already left for work. I'd never admit it, but I really hated when he was gone. Nowaki was the only person who kept me sane.
Although he was just as insane as everyone else.
And then it was suddenly morning again, because there was nothing in the script about what it was like when I was home alone. I guess I was asleep or something. Actually this whole act was Nowaki's point of view, but I'm sort of the main character in this so… Yeah, not much happening…
--Morning, again:
I woke up early, even though it was apparently my day off now. Nowaki should be getting done with work soon. I got dressed and rushed out to meet him.
It was rare for me to do all this. But when Nowaki left me for a year I really started thinking about things. I don't want to lose Nowaki again. He's just too important to let go of.
Hiroki: Hey, you want to meet for breakfast?
His reply was almost immediate.
Nowaki: sur. Meet u outsid Kngs???
Translation: Sure. Meet you outside Kings?
I hate text language.
Anyhow, I went out to meet him.
"How was work?" I asked.
"Fine." He said shrugging, "It's really not like you to come all the way out here. What do you want?"
"Why would you assume I wanted something?" I faked being hurt by this. "Really I just wanted to get out for awhile."
"Okay. So…"
"HIROKI!" someone yelled.
Turning I saw Usami Akihiko. "Shit," I muttered.
"That's my line! Your mother just sent me a couple of nudie pictures of her on an ice-cream truck. I think I'm scarred for life."
"She did what?!" Okay, this is probably somehow my fault for never visiting my parents in the nursing home.
"Yeah, well I knew I shouldn't have gone to see her the same day as the girl scouts." Usami muttered.
"Maybe I should talk to her… It's just been so long, I wouldn't know what to say."
"Dude, not a good idea. Neither of your parents even remember you now. It's not even funny."
"WE ARE PREFECTLY FINE, THANKS!" Nowaki said, grabbing my hand and starting to pull me away.
"Hey! What is with you and pulling me away from guys?" I ask as I'm dragged away. I should just learn to accept that Nowaki will always find a reason to drag me somewhere.
"Forget about him! Whatever you need, I'll do it."
"Grow up, Nowaki. You've been saying this type of thing for like, 4 books now." I hold up my purse threateningly.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me!"
"Nowaki, you suck." I began walking away. Nowaki followed me slowly.
Once we got home I ditched him to take a shower. It probably won't matter in the long run, because since we're both home... I'll have to shower later anyhow.
Anyway, I'll save you from the boring details of me in the shower and cut straight to what happens afterward. Plus, I still need a little dignity.
"You've been acting strange," I sat, dropping into the seat beside him.
"Sorry. There's nothing wrong," he keeps his head down as he talks. He knows if he meets my eyes I'll know he's lying.
I caress his cheek, like the good little temptress I am, and force him to look at me. "Look at me when you talk," I say, half innocent half serious.
A second later, Nowaki has me pinned under him.
"Nowaki, if you're in the mood at least wait until I'm done bitching at you."
"Hiroki." He says defiantly.
"What?"
"Hiroki."
"Shut it,"
"Hiroki."
"$^#%#^&^"
"Hiroki," he continues saying, even after the crazy censored out comment. I think Nowaki must be broken.
"Stop it,"
"Why? It's okay for Akihiko to say your full name. Why can't I?"
"Don't tell me you… That was six years ago! Forget it."
"Please, Hiro-san, tell me why! I promise, whatever it is, I'll fix it! I swear I will!" He says in that all too familiar tone.
And because old habits die hurt, I must hit him over the head with something. And the closest thing was a pillow.
"Look, Akihiko isn't the only one who calls me by my first name. So did my parents before they forgot who I was." I let out a little groan, "Please tell me this isn't about you catching up to me again. Can we please forget about you catching up or whatever? You don't need to catch up. You have a hold on me. Blah, blah, blah. Besides, that plot line is getting old. Let's replace it with something more realistic."
"Like what, Hiro-san?" If I ever decide to sale Nowaki on the black market, I will be sure to write: Is willing to please; in bold letters.
"I don't know. An eating disorder or something?"
"Okay,"
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"Please, Hiro-san, tell me why! I promise, whatever it is, I'll fix it! I swear I will!" He says in that all too familiar tone.
"Just tell me what's wrong? Talk to me, Nowaki." I say, like a good comforting boyfriend.
"I… I'm just dead scared of letting you get too close to me. I don't want you to know the real reason we're in debt. It's… it's because I spend all our money on food so I can 'binge eat.'"
"Oh my gosh! But, you're fine!"
"No, I'm not! I have a crappy character design! Even Akihiko thinks so."
"Usami is an idiot. He wouldn't know sexy if it bit his…"
"So, you don't hate me now?"
"Of course not. Now, let's have a heavily censored moment and end this horrible chapter."
"Whatever you wish, Hiro-san."
--((This has been deemed too smexi for you're reading enjoyment so it has been majorly censored. Plus the writer of this fanfiction just broke up with her boyfriend and doesn't what to think about this stuff too much. Please understand.)):
Hiroki…
…Nowaki…. …
…
As they burned a picture of Gaven, the writer's personal Ryu-chan…. (Okay, not as bad. But you get the idea.)
…
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"You bastard! Why didn't you wake me up?!"
"I did. Like twenty times." Nowaki answered, flipping a pancake.
My stomach growled but I knew I didn't have time.
"Should I make this to-go?"
"Nah, I'll get grab something at Starbucks." I said pulling my shoes on. I was about to open the door when Nowaki stopped me. He tilted my face up to his.
I opened my eyes a few seconds later, surprised that he wasn't kissing me.
"Idiot," I mutter before turning to leave.
Then, I turn back. "Oh, by the way I'm gonna get my student Misaki to help us with your Bulimia Nervosa. His cooking is just that good. Plus he owes me one." *
"I love you, Hiro-san. Let's do kinky stuff later!"
I back hand him across the face, "IT IS TOO EARLY IN THE DAY FOR YOU, OR ANYONE ELSE, TO BE SAYING THIS STUFF!"
"Ow!" he says, seating back, "So you beat me and then wonder why I have an eating disorder!"
"Don't blame me, I'm not the writer." I say, slamming the door in his face.
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First of all, Bulimia is not something to joke about. I know, it's not cool. But I was running low on ideas, as a bunch of my brain is trying to think of ways to get revenge on my ex-boyfriend.
Second, I was just dumped over facebook. I think it's hurting my writing and I'm sorry if this totally sucks. I'm just not myself right now. (Ugh, writing is supposed to be my outlet! Lol.)
* is because this hasn't yet happened in the Romantica Spoof. It's actually at the very end. Lol.
