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"Is that for real?" laughed Tomoko at the video. "H-he! Hehehe! He is so fat!"
"I know...and...I can't say...too funny..." laughed Alex as well, nearly dripping over in his chair. "...no re-fund...for that..."
Out of the cold and into a warm house, Tomoko had been pretty much been tip-toeing around because she had NEVER, in her entire, sixteen year old life been in another person' home; not even in Yuu-chan's home. Alex' home or apartment was...regular-like...to sum it up in a way, no different from her own home - modestly designed, some fancy furniture and a cupboard filled with all sorts of fine-china and plates, yet the most awing and distrubing piece in the apartment was appearance of a REAL gun, hanging on the wall. A family heirloom, a rifle - almost over a hundred years old, according to Alex.
Continuing on, Alex' own room was decorated as the rest of the apartment, simply - a large bed, a cupboard, desk, computer and a plasma TV set up in his room; nothing flashy or fancy. Reminded Tomoko of her own room, only much smaller.
After the initial shell-shock of being in someone else' home was over and dealt with - Tomoko then got treated to a couple of really funny videos, that Alex seemed to have a wide collection of, on his computer. While not much educated in foreign culture, she had to admit: seeing a fat millionare rolling in a garbage-can was hilarious in any culture, including her's. That and getting a good laugh out of some old cartoons featuring animals and penguins.
"Okay...fun for fun...but you hungry?" asked Alex, checking the clock which indicated a good-time to eat dinner.
"Uh? W-well, k-k-kinda," replied Tomoko. She was out of her wet-clothes and warm but still stuttering with her words.
"What like?" asked Alex, as he went to check on the fridge - wearing nothing but gray pants and a green shirt. "We got herring, dumplings, potatoes, some salad...and...well...everything. What you like?"
"Uh? Dumplings? Rice?" offered Tomoko, feeling so out-of-place still, being in somebody else' home and eating their food. But friends to that, right? And couples who date eachother.
"Okay," replied Alex non-chalantly as he threw a bag of frozen dumplings onto the table, alongside a pack of herring. With some leftover rice in a pot, being brought out as well. "Time to cook."
'WAIT! WHAT!?' realized Tomoko' suprised. "O-on the stove?!"
"Da. How do you expect, I make food. Using the mircowave?" replied Alex, shaking his head in mild-humour. "My father away a lot, so need to know how to make food for myself."
'I can barely cook a fish, without burning something myself,' sighed Tomoko, recalling the last time she tried to cook. Ending with her hand burned, a hospital trip and a discarded pan - so most of the cooking was done by her mother, Tomoko herself never cooked. "Isn't it difficult?"
"No. Just oil, heat and watch let it cook," replied Alex, turning up the heat and after a minute or two added the oil and dumplings. "I like to fry. More crunchy. Can you get rice done?"
"Uh, sure," said Tomoko, setting some rice into a bowl and heating it in a microwave. 'He is so different. So exotic, unknown, mysterious. So...mine.'
Tomoko could laugh, to which she did - unpopular, popular or whatever. She didn't care anymore.
"Something wrong?" asked Alex.
"No! Recalled a funny joke," lied Tomoko, giggling a bit.
Soon enough the food was done and Tomoko ate her cooked dumplings with rice, while Alex dined on some herring with sour-cream and potatoes.
"So how doing in school?"
"Uh, fine," replied Tomoko. "Why you ask?"
"Just talk," shrugged Alex, eating his own dish.
'Of course, idiot me,' thought Tomoko. If only we were older...
Even if it was for just one night, Tomoko wanted to join every moment of it with her foreign boyfriend. This would be great bragging material later with Yuu-chan. Can your boyfriend cook, Yuu-chan? I think not...
"What future plan?" asked Alex, another question, while still eating.
"Not sure. Clerk, desk-job?" offered Tomoko. She hadn't thought much about her future - her grades weren't bad, just her after-school plan. "I'm still thinking about it."
"I got dream - marine-biology. Sail around world, discover, document and study. Exploring, the vast deep."
"Y-you sure that's safe?" asked Tomoko, recalling her near death-experience.
"I believe. Why ask? Afraid of water?"
"A-a little," admitted Tomoko, she was scared of water or atleast large bodies of it.
"Oh...okay. But enough of that, you like movies?"
"Do I ever," giggled Tomoko.
Yes she did, especially anime-movies. With the empty-dishes flying into the dish-washer it was hands-free for movie-time. Suprisingly, Tomoko got to choose what they watched - to which she settled with some good-old Naruto.
While the movie played, Tomoko got that strange vibe again. The one she got, when she was attempting to do something 'stupid, embarrassing or bold'. And that she did - as Tomoko slowly scooted closer and closer, trying not to look at him until only a few inches separated their bodies.
So, like in any movies, Tomoko wanted to lay her head on his shoulder like she had seen in so many romances. If only, she was taller as her head impacted air instead, yet the gentle momentum carried her down, onto his lap...and her head impacting the hard-patted edge of the coach.
"AHHH! OWOWOW! Fucking...that hurt!" cried Tomoko, yelping up and clutching her aching head that was throbbing in pain now. "Damn, damnit! Ow!"
"Oh Tomoko..." sighed Alex in slight-amusement, rubbing her injured spot and trying to soothe the pain. "...stop hurting yourself. If you want hug, just ask."
'Slap me! Of course! I'm a 50-year old idiot!' cursed Tomoko mentally at her own idiocy, then proceeding to get a slight giggle out as well, forgetting their 'predicament'. "C-can w-we?"
"If my girlfriend wanted," replied Alex, giving a hug. Tomoko feeling her head spinning from the large blood-flow to her face. I kinda like this - hugging eachother.
Later-on, they'd watch several movies that was either cartoon-y or a war-movie, as Alex had a love for them. Tomoko didn't mind much, as long as she was held close.
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A/N: How am I doing? This relationship getting serious, ;-).
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