Like The Movies
By: Animecutee13
CHAPTER 8: Wow. One hell of a night.
~I know your type, you're daddy's little girl. Just take a bite, let me shake up your world. I know your type, boy you're dangerous. Yeah you're that guy; I'd be stupid to trust. But just one night couldn't be so wrong, you make me wanna lose control. –Good girls go bad.
{Narrator}
One furious manager was clacking on her iPhone to call Natsume Hyuuga who was still sprawled on his tender black bed sheets and fluffy black pillows. Natsume's phone rang in response..
….
Secret valentine
We'll write a song that turns out the lights
When both boy and girl
Start suddenly shaking inside
Don't waste your time
Speed up your breathing
Just close your eyes
We'll hope it's not for nothing at all— "What." Natsume briskly grabbed his phone and coldly answered as he buried his face in his pillow.
"You twit! It's five in the afternoon!" Hotarus hissed through the phone.
"So?" He answered blankly.
"The. PREMIERE!" She practically bellowed on the phone. "Do you want me to drag your ass over here? You have to be fucking ready!"
"Yeah yeah." Natsume yawned and smirked. "I'll be right there, manager."
"You better! –W-wait a minute. Natsume! I know that tone—" He cut her off and stood up, stretching his arms and muscles as he yawned. He slept for fourteen hours straight, skipping breakfast and lunch. All because of that troublesome idiot named Mikan.
{N}
Sigh. What a fucking fantastic sleep that was. So freaking long. Like that scatterbrain's hair. Now. It is time to defy my bossy manager once again. To the bar! She probably gets it though. When I use my good boy kind of tone, she knows I have something else planned. I better expect her.. around… 5 minutes.
I removed all of my clothes, which is actually only a pair of gray boxers, and slid in the showers. Like my daily ritual, applying on my entire body the godly grape scented soap and shampoo, and rinsing off, then drying myself. As if on cue, exactly after I draped my black towel around my waist, like last time, BANG. Seriously if she were a millisecond earlier, she might've seen all my hidden glory.
"What do you think you're doing?" Hotaru roared panting with her hands on her hips. That blasted manager.
"I've just finished showering, dear." I smirked playfully at the furious woman and sauntered ahead to my closet to find some proper clothes to wear.
She cleared her throat and regained posture after what she heard of my unusual tone. "Well, what seems to have put you in a good mood, Hyuuga?" She asked suspiciously eyeing me with distrust.
"Isn't it obvious, I'm excited for the premiere." I crooned making her cringe with disgust.
"That better be true. Or else you'll get a punishment you'll never forget. The car will be waiting outside. I'll be going." She turned on her heels and stalked out my room, "Be presentable."
"I'm bringing a date." I added with a smirk as I wiped a droplet of my muscled shoulder.
"Oh a date. Huh. If she messes up your premiere night I will blow her off the face of the earth. Understand?" She retorted bluntly and walked out.
With that, the always-interfering-with-my-plans woman left clueless of what I have really planned. I snickered and thought what that pinhead will be doing waiting for me to come and give her a magic carpet ride to the premiere, that airhead. Tsk.. Poor, poor Mikan Sakura.
I exited my room clad in a ruby red v-neck and a midnight black blazer, dark slim fit denim and some bloody vans. I shook my hair as I passed a mirror and went out the door, only carrying my wallet, keys and phone.
"Mr. Hyuuga, please come in." The old driver opened the back door of the limousine.
"I'm taking my car." I passed him, shoving my hands inside my blazer's pocket and beep beep. I went in my car and sped off. I could see the plump driver's hands waving from the rearview mirror. Sure. Report to your boss. See if I care. Pfft.
{M}
I've already finished bathing and I am actually surprised finding myself wondering what Natsume would like me to wear. It's not a date, Mikan. For pete's sake just wear pajamas so when you get home you're straight to bed! But nooo. It's a premiere. I need to look good. I have to steal attention. Because, Natsume's my partner. Ugh. I have a very bad feeling that it would be embarrassing to enter looking underdressed for the event.
Hmmm. So do I wear the long-sleeved gray studded sparkly fit dress that reached mid-thigh and a very deep back or the fitted scarlet sleeveless asymmetric frock till mid thigh, maybe less, with my matching stilettos? They were both spread across my bed, as I paced around the room in my black-laced underwear. I ran my hands through the fabric of the gray one, it was sort of itchy. While with the red one, it was soft as silk.
I scurried down the stairs exactly at 6:30 with my gold-chained red clutch that contained my phone and extra money. Very practical right? And some oil sheets. And … okay.. some perfume. And a mascara. Some lipgloss. And my lucky charm: a little boombox keychain.
Time has passed and it was already 7:00. There was a beeping noise outside, I hastily opened the door almost causing me to slip on the rug. I must admit, I was pretty disappointed with what I saw.
"Ah, Mikan.." She breathed as she waltzed in the house carrying the paper grocery bags. "Why are you still here? I thought you'd gone to a date with that Prince Charming of yours."
"It's not a date. And he's not Prince Charming, mom." Sadly. I gloomed as I sat on the steps on our front porch.
"You see, I told you. I bet he's not even going to stop over to pick you up. He's only using you for show." She remarked heatedly. And even added,"He's just playing you, dear. Just like what your father did to me."
Her words stung me. But her last sentence made me snap my head towards her direction, it was the first time she'd mentioned dad. Could it be she's been warning me because of her experience? Could it be dad was an actor like Natsume? "W-what did you say mom?" I narrowed my eyes, "Were you a fan girl like me—" Suddenly my phone rang like mad to the tune of 'Telephone by Lady GaGa', how ironic.
"Hello? Natsume?" I got distracted, it might be him you know. And I had to just bitch out at this guy. He's late. Very late.
"Idiot! This is not Natsume! Where is Hyuuga?" A furious voice barked through the phone. It was a very cold and unwelcoming female voice.
"I'm sorry, I don't know either. He didn't come pick me up." I scratched my head and wondered, who the hell is she? "Who are you anyway?"
"This is Hotaru Imai, Natsume's manager. And honestly, I am very deeply fuckstrated right now, because he is not at the premiere!"
"WHAT?" I gasped. "That's bad! What are you going to do?"
"You doofus! Why the hell are you asking me?" She snapped. "Hmmm. Tell you what. Bring him to me before eight, tops, if you don't have him by then, I'll have you arrested for .. let's say, kidnapping him."
"HUH? H-hold you horses, Manager Imai," I was clearly dumbfounded. The nerve of this woman! Calling me and threatening me? Seriously, "Do you think I have time to have a Natsume scavenger hunt around town? And after he stood me up, you're making me bethe one to go and fetch that wretched man? Ugh. Seriously. Is it opposite day or something? I mean get your crew to go find him or something. He's really ruined my night." I sighed dramatically with a frown.
"Are you done flooding the fucking phone with your drama, Ms. Sakura?" She asked dryly.
"As a matter of a fact, YES." I said firmly as I crossed my arms and stood up wobbling because of the stilettos.
"Well then. I'll have the police come by your house around a minute. Goodb—"
"Wait! Okay fine. Ugh." I moaned and waved good bye to my mom who shrugged and closed the door. "Do you have any idea where he could be at?"
"I'm kind of busy. I have to go." She quickly hung up leaving me clueless and alone at the streets. Damn this night! All because of that AWOL Hyuuga! He and his teen drama. Urgh. I hate everything about him. Instead of basking in my bedroom or maybe probably by now, exploring the amusement park with Ruka, I'm having this little hide and seek with this phony prince. Life must really hate me. And then there was a..
So follow me down
Out of this town
Girl you're moving way too slow
So follow me down, I'll show you around
There's a place we gotta go..
I flipped my phone open; it was a text message from the mean manager.
"Check THE BLACK CHORD.
His favorite bar.
Be here exactly 8.
Or else..
U know it.
Xx, H."
She really has her ways of making things really scary. The Incredibly freaky creepy kind. I didn't bother replying, it might earn me less time at finding this guy. Where in the world is this BLACK CHORD? And who in the world names a bar, black chord? Ugh. This night is getting terrible by the minute! So much for the lucky charm.
{R}
Sigh. I wonder how Mikan is doing tonight with her plans with my neurotic boss. I hope she's well. Agh. I just can't stop thinking about her! She keeps waltzing into my head like she's welcome every time, even when I'm eating lunch, when I'm sleeping or even when playing a game of basket ball, she's my muse actually. Okay. I'm kinda embarrassed I revealed that to you but whatever. I was just enjoying the nightly breezes of cold wind brushing through my golden shaggy hair out here at our balcony until suddenly..
Girl, c'mon get closer
Look in my eyes
Searching is so wrong
I'm Mr. Right..
You can't make up your mind, mind, mind, mind, mind
Please don't waste my time, time, time, time, time
I'm not trying to rewind, wind, wind, wind, wind
I wish our hearts could come together as one – "Hello?" I answered with gentlemanly kindness.
"Hey. Hey Bell boy." An irritatingly cold voice said through the phone. But it was weird 'cause she reminded me of the annoying orange.
I choked on my drink. "Excuse me?"
"Yes. You. Bell boy. I'm talking to you. DUH." She replied bluntly.
"Umm. I'm aware of that. Who are you and what do you want?"
"I'm Hotaru Imai, Natsume's manager." Figures. Same attitude. "And I need you to get over here at the Grand Tokyo Cinema Hall."
"And why is that? Did something happen to Mr. Hyuuga or something?" Like get hit by a flying popcorn machine.
"The problem is. Nothing has happened. Get over here ASAP. And wear some decent clothes."
"Uhh I—" With that, she rudely hung up like she was the one being asked of a favor.
Why the hell am I being dragged into their problem? I could just sit here in the balcony and imagine all things Mikan. Ugh. Well whatever. She'll be there anyway. I stood up, hesitating at first then quickly as I went through my clothes.
{M}
FOUND IT! My feet already hurt. These stilettos really do kill. I saw that a bouncer was up at front, busily bouncing off people who weren't on his unholy list. Luckily there was a backdoor. I swiftly went in and there I was like some spy in action, searching for the man who shattered my dreams and broke my perfectly good heart.
{Narrator}
The brunette and the raven haired hottie have both already entered the BLACK CHORD. Now all they have to do is finish this game of hide and seek and go to the premiere safely and stylishly to avoid any problems with Hotaru and the media.
Every night up in the club
getting money with the thugs
thought I never fall in love
And Then there was you
The music was blaring and there were laser lights all over the dance floor. But that was not where Natsume was, he was sitting at the bar, surrounded by a sea of females in heat. What can he do, he had enough swagger for the entire male race. But he was never affected by all the Eves around him. He knew only one would really tempt him. He kept the pretty ones entertained for a while, but after a minute, all his flirting was easily gone. With every sip he took of his vodka, he thought I wonder if that idiot still went to the premiere even without me. Should I feel sorry for her? Oh no, am I softening up? Tch. No way.
And I don't want to be a player no more
Every night in the club tricking with different girl thought I'd never fall in love
Then I met you
Girl you changed my mind
Mikan was strutting across the dance floor, with determination in her ever movement to find him. She had a complete knowing of how neurotic she looked like stretching her limbs and neck so far just to find him. But with the crowd and everything, she just couldn't see him, at all. She was trapped in a never-ending cluster of people in the center of the dance floor. And besides the seeking for the rotten treasure part of her adventure, she had already been hit on for probably more than ten times, men whistling at her fit body which was leveled up because of her skintight dress. And men accidentally (or not) bumping into her and holding her at inappropriate parts. She just seriously needed to get out of there.
One look and just one touch
And I knew she was the girl for me like no other I had seen
They say that I'm tripping
But I know what I want
This girl here is different she
got something that they don't
(She)sShe might be my lover
She makes me want no other
She don't care if I go to
the strip club ( Cuz she want to go to )
…..
And then an idea struck her. To get people out of the way. And to attract attention at the same time. She was going to dance. It was a trick she has learned since she was a child. It was also a trick of temptation.
I want you to love me, like I'm a hot pie
Keep thinkin' of me, doin' what you like
So boy forget about the world cuz it's gon' be me and you tonight
I wanna make your bed for ya, then imma make you swallow your pride
She started swaying her hips from side to side and sliding her hands from her waists to her hair and popping at the most timed parts.
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only girl in the world…
Like I'm the only one that's in command
Cuz I'm the only one who understands how to make you feel like a man
She raised her hands and rocked her hips anywhere the rhythm matched creating multiple body waves. She kept flashing flirtatious smirks at the amazed people circling her with an 'O' on their mouth.
Want you to make me feel like I'm the only girl in the world
Like I'm the only one that you'll ever love
Like I'm the only one who knows your heart
Only one…
She kept her movements sensual and sexy to really attract some attention, even though she was completely aware of the amount of boys she could magnetize within a few seconds of her dance. She had accomplished her mission on catching attention and finally getting some room to move in; she had marked her territory, all that's left is.. Did she attract Natsume's attention?
…..
'Cause we gon' rock this club
We gon' go all night
We gon' light it up
Like it's dynamite!
'Cause I told you once
Now I told you twice
We gon' light it up
Like it's dynamite!
Mikan was smiling everywhere, showing gratitude for the people who hooted for her as she danced, but now she had simmered down and was now worried. Where the hell was Natsume? As if on cue..
"Wow. That was very entertaining, indeed." A buttery voice spoke from behind her as he clapped slowly with his hands as he approached her with a very tantalizing smirk. "Please continue." He whispered huskily at her back as he caressed her slender arms from top to bottom sending love statics through Mikan's veins; making her blush like an apple. She could smell faint alcohol in his breath but strangely, she didn't find it disgusting, 'cause he still smelled perfectly him, beating all the alcohol fumes.
"Natsume." She quickly turned around to meet him, his hands still lingering along the sides of her arms. "We need to get out of here."
"Huh. Tell me about it." He scoffed haughtily, "It was getting really boring. Good thing you dropped by like some superhero saving the day. To my place? Or yours?" He smiled naughtily and gestured towards the door.
"NO." She scowled at him and hit his arm. "You heartless jerk! You didn't pick me up! Now your manager's pulling a Snape at me! We need to go to the premiere."
He chuckled lowly and probed his crimson orbs through her, the purple and blue lasers playing around their hair. "If you wanted to go that bad, you could've called me." She forgot, she did have his number. She gave herself a mental slap on the forehead.
"Well we really need to go if you don't want to see me behind bars." She pleaded and dragged him towards the exit. As they reached Natsume's black convertible he took a full look on what she was wearing.
"You look hot, babe." Natsume said half-heartedly crossing his arms on top of the car.
"Well. Thanks. You're looking pretty cute yourself." Mikan joked as she slid in her seat.
"Leveling up now, are we? Complimenting each other." He smirked and put the car on ignition then they started rolling in the streets towards the Grand Tokyo Cinema Hall. "And CUTE, don't use that on me. That's for girls." He ran his fingers through his delicious raven hair.
She ignored his remark about the 'cute'. "Unfortunately, no. There will be no leveling up. Especially tonight after you left me there waiting." She pouted and crossed her arms, facing the window.
"About that." He involuntarily scratched his head, ruffling it up. Mikan now just noticed what he was wearing, he absolutely looked scrumptious with his black and red theme going on. He looked like someone who stepped out of some 2010 novel. She blushed at this 'cause she had always fallen over for fictional guys, especially princes. He would have passed her list easily, but.. He did deceive everyone.
"I didn't mean to.. I mean.. You see I was.. " He was obviously rambling on what to say with guilt flashing across his face as he bit his lower lip, he looked pretty cute actually as he had his hands behind the wheel. Eventually he just groaned and gave Mikan an apologetic look. Mikan couldn't help but smile, Natsume was clearly learning how to feel one of the most felt feelings in the world by most sensible men.. guilt.
"Ugh. Okay. Whatever! If that was an apology," Mikan gave him one of her most charming smiles, "I accept. Just please.. HURRY." She put her left hand on his shoulder, he smirked, and they zoomed across the hi-way like they were in a race. A race that they were about to discover that was much more precious and longer than they have imagined.
Hello! I'm sorry for the held back update. Holidays, ya know? We're going places. Haha.
Wanna greet you guys a HAPPY NEW YEAR! And a BELATED MERRY CHRISTMAS! :)
Did you like this chapter?
Well share your thoughts through reviewing. :D
Thanks for reading! I appreciate it veryyy mucchhh!
Now I wonder.. What does Hotaru have planned for Ruka? :D And I know.. I always cliffhang the premiere. HAHA! Wait for the next chapter. :) I'll make it worth the wait.
TCGB XOXO dears!
