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Chapter 9: Trying, but not Succeeding!
The Japanese girl and the British boy were both walking together to the Japanese's dorm. Throughout the way they both never spoke a word to each other. Probably because they both have nothing interesting to say, but that didn't bother them that much.
Finally, they made it to the girl's dorm. "Well," the Japanese girl said, "I'll see you tomorrow."
The British replied, "Yeah, I'll see you." There was an awkward silence between the two. The British boy seemed nervous and he wanted to make the first move but, was it too sudden?
The Japanese girl unlocked her dorm. Just as she was about to go in, the British grabbed her wrist. It's now or never, he thought. The Japanese girl was confused but after realizing what the British were trying to do, her face turned red.
The British grabbed the girl's shoulders and bent closer to her face. The Japanese closed her eyes, waiting for the very next move that the British was going to do and--
Click! "Cute."
"Aw, I thought you were at the photo office," the Japanese girl said with a disappointed look.
"I was," the Greek answered, "but I forgot my lens." The Greek was going through her recent pictures. "You know, I think I did a really good job on this one." She showed the British and the Japanese the photo that she previously took. The British's face turned red and the Japanese gave her friend a "you're ruining my special moment" look.
"I have to get going," the British said. "I'll see you tomorrow." He walked away, trying not to trip or make a fool out of himself.
"Do, you want them in wallet sizes too?" the Greek asked the Japanese.
"You're despicable, you know that?" The Japanese dashed into her dorm.
"It's not my fault that the boy is nervous about his first kiss," the Greek said, putting the lens and the camera in her bag.
"How do you know it was his first kiss?" the Japanese girl asked.
"A Greek girl knows a guy who hasn't kissed when she sees one," she said. "So, have you two been dating?"
"No," the Japanese said with a sad look. "I don't have much time. I mean, I have to make costumes for Thanksgiving and we don't ever have anything to talk about."
"Maybe he's just nervous. You've gotta give him a chance." The Greek walked to the door. "Why don't you just go on a group date if you're so scared of being alone with him?"
"I'm not scared." The Japanese thought for a moment. "How about you come along with me?"
"Me?" The Greek thought for a moment. "Good one."
"I mean it. He and I, you and someone else, and probably that Palestinian girl should go with someone."
The Greek walked out, but then was stopped by the Japanese girl, grabbing her wrist. The Greek looked back. "Fine, I'll see who I can find."
The Japanese jumped for joy. "Oh, and don't forget to ask the Palestinian to join us too."
"Right, I'll let her know that." The Greek left.
The British went back to his dorm, disappointed. He then saw his roommate, the American boy, sitting on his bed playing with his Xbox 360. Then, the American noticed that the British boy came with a sad look. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," the British replied. "You would laugh."
"Oh c'mon," the American said, "I won't laugh. After all, we are roommates."
The British sighed and told him what happened when he walked the Japanese girl to the dorm. The American paused his game and listened to the story. "Well, no one's first kiss is perfect."
The British was surprised by his response. He was hoping he would say something sarcastic or make fun of hm. "Then, what should I do?"
"Just do it," The American said. "Just pucker up and kiss her."
"Easy said than done."
"You just have to find the right moment, set the mood, you know?"
"No, I don't."
The American sat up. "You've got to make it more romantic. Girls like that."
"Oh."
"And I know just the person who would show you."
Click! "Nice." The Greek was at a boy's soccer game. She was trying to get as close to the field as she can so she can take the best pictures. Click! "Damn." She missed one of the good ones. The Colombian made the goal and the shot was blurred. But no matter how bad some of the shots were, she still tries her best and keeps on taking pictures. Click! "Nice." The picture was clear. It was an Italian boy doing a tricycle kick. Before she started to take another, she looked at the picture again. "Hmmm."
After the game, the team won. The Greek took pictures of their crazy goal dances. She enjoyed taking pictures. She then noticed the Italian boy was sitting by himself at the stands, drinking water. So, she took the opportunity to talk to him. "Hi," she said as she walked up to him.
"Ciao Bella," he said with a cute Italian accent.
"You were good. I even have some good pictures of you." She opened her camera and showed the pictures she took.
"Wow, you're really good," he said as he got up. "Well, I'm hitting the showers."
"Wait." She was being hesitant. The boy looked at her. "I was wondering if you want to hang out this weekend with me and my friends."
"Me?" The Italian thought. "Well, since you asked, sure." He then came closer to the Greek. "Between you and me, I really need to get away from all of the screaming girls."
"I thought you like that."
"I do. But, you never have a chance to be alone. So, I'll see you Saturday." He then walked away.
The Greek suddenly started to blush. He's just a boy, she thought. Get a grip!
After that, she decided to go to the band room to get her saxophone. I really need to practice. I don't want to screw up on my first band concert. As soon as she got there, she heard someone playing the piano. Only, someone's not playing it well. She went to the room where the sound came from and noticed a Palestinian girl who was struggling to play. Right next to her was the South Korean boy, who had crutches to carry the weight of his broken leg. The Greek girl was so interested with what's going on that she hid beside the door.
"This is so easy," the Palestinian said. "How come I'm not getting it right?"
"You just need to keep practicing," the Korean said softly.
"You always keep saying that. Do you have any other advice?"
The Korean thought for a moment. "Try listening to the music before playing it, it helps."
"Okay," she said. She got up and took the music sheet. "Thanks for teaching me. I'll understand if I don't see you tomorrow and sorry that you couldn't play in the game today."
The Korean smiled. "Don't worry about it, and don't be so hard on yourself. As I said before, keep practicing."
She smiled back. "Got it."
They both walked out the band building together and went on their separate ways. I'm gonna keep trying, the Palestinian thought. As she was deep into her thoughts, someone tapped on her shoulder. She then jumped and went into a fighting stance. "Whoa, slow down, it's me."
"Oh." The Palestinian sighed. "Don't scare me like that while I'm thinking."
"Well, what were you thinking about?" asked the curious Greek.
"About how I'm going to keep practicing."
"Oh, so you weren't thinking about him."
"Who?"
"What?"
"Wait, what?"
"Look, I know you can't do this kind of stuff, but I'll ask you anyway." The Greek told her about what happened between the Japanese girl and the British boy and that the Japanese girl wants the both of them to go on a group date with her.
There was an awkward silence. The Palestinian thought for a moment. "You know, we don't do this kind of stuff."
"I know."
"But, does it have to be a date?"
"You know, it really doesn't have to. When I asked the Italian, I told him we were just hanging out."
"Then that sounds reasonable. I mean, I see this all the time in those Egyptian dramas."
"Wait, Palestinians watch Egyptian dramas?"
"Yeah, that country had tons of those and my family loves to watch them all the time."
"Alright. Any ideas of who you're going to ask?"
"No, not really, I'll think about it."
"Okay." Then the two of them parted.
The next morning, the Japanese girl and the Greek girl were already dressed for school. Then, there was a knock on their door. "Who is it?" asked the Japanese girl.
"Guess who," said the familiar voice.
The Japanese girl went to open the door. Then to her surprise, it was the British boy who was holding a bouquet of roses. The Japanese girl started to blush. "Oh, wow," she said, astounded. "Thanks."
"I got them for you," he said with a huge smile. "I want to show you how much I like you."
The Japanese girl smiled. "You know, I'm not doing anything on Saturday. Maybe we can go out on a group date."
"Group date?"
"Yeah, I mean, it would be nice, you know?"
"Well, whatever you want. Actually, I heard about this nice little French restaurant right across the street fromt the school."
"Great! Let me go get my school bag and we'll go to school together, okay?"
"Sure."
The Japanese girl grabbed her school bag and hurriedly went to the door. "Bye," she said to the Greek.
"Bye," the Greek responded.
Then the both of them left. Oh this should be interesting, the Greek thought, carrying her school bag and leaving to the door.
Will this 1st date go well? Or will it end in a conflict? Find out!
