Title: Anuptaphobia
Genre : Humor/friendship
Rating : K +
Pairing : Sumire and Wakako
Anuptaphobia
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Sumire's eyes shimmered with tears when she read the piece of paper which had been placed beside her bedside. Under normal circumstances, she would've been laughing her arse off if this had happened to anyone else. But this was certainly not a normal circumstance. She, Sumire Shouda President of the Ruka Natsume Fan Club had just gotten dumped.
And on Valentine's Day that too.
Rage pulsed through her veins, her previous sorrow diminishing rapidly. That stupid git! He didn't even have the guts to break up with her to her face! Instead he wrote some stupid apology letter saying how they were not meant to be. She crumpled the offending piece of paper and chucked it at her dustbin which sadly missed by a long shot. Instead of landing right inside the trash, the paper ball hit her lava lamp which was perched upon her study table. She had thrown numerous amounts of paper balls (which were crumpled essays) on her lava lamp (she had meant to throw it in the dustbin) and it had never toppled down. But that was when she was not single. But of course, now that she indeed was single, the lava lamp chose to tumble down.
Sumire groaned when she eyed her now broken lava lamp. It was quite a pity actually, she liked the thing. Gritting her teeth at her misfortune, she walked towards her study table and bent down to retrieve the smashed pieces.
"Crap," she muttered as one of the glass pieces cut her finger. Immediately, the blood started oozing out and fell on the ground. She stood up from her crouched position and made her way over to the bathroom where the First Aid kit was placed in one of the cabinets.
On her way to the bathroom, Sumire's phone started ringing. Curious as to who was calling her at this hour (she hop, she fished it out from her pocket.
"Hello?" Sumire asked, slightly confused. This number wasn't stored on her phone.
"Hey Sumi! Guess what! I've been nominated as Valentine's Queen!" Came her best friend, Wakako's voice from the other end of the phone.
Now Sumire was downright muddled. How did Wakako get nominated as Valentine's Queen? "But you're not dating anyone." Sumire heard herself proclaim.
She could practically imagine Wakako rolling her eyes at her right now. "So? Just because I'm single doesn't mean I can't get nominated."
"Since when did they change the criteria?" Sumire asked, more confused than ever. "Isn't being in a relationship the whole point of being Valentine's Queen?"
"Well I dunno. All I do know is that I'm also nominated! Isn't that awesome?" Wakako gushed excitedly. "Plus, now I have a reason to go the Valentine's Day Dance tonight! Oh lord, Sumi we're going to have so much fun getting ready together! I've bought that new body spray from bath-"
"I'm not going Wakako." Sumire quietly said into the phone, the cut on her finger momentarily forgotten.
That caused Wakako to stop mid rant. "Why the hell not?" She demanded. —
Sumire sighed. "Mouchu just dumped me."
There was a moment of silence before the outburst. "WHAAT? He dumped you? Oh my god why? When? That douche bag! I can't believe he dumped you-Oh wait. Someone else is calling me, hold on for a sec."
"All-" Sumire started but was cut off when there was a beeping sound indicating that the call was on hold. After a few seconds, there was another click and she could hear Wakako's voice through the line.
"Oh my god!" she heard Wakako gush, "You will not believe it! Some guy just offered to take me to the Ball this evening!"
Sumire blinked numerous times and opened and closed her mouth like a fish. She finally found her voice. "That's great." She told her friend. Though she didn't feel that great at all. Now Wakako had a date but she didn't...what a bummer.
"I know isn't it?" Wakako babbled, "Plus he didn't even give me his identity! He said he'll be the one with the purple flowers! Isn't that so romantic?"
"Yeah, if it turns out to be Hoshino." Sumire snorted sarcastically.
"Oh Sumi, stop acting jealous." Wakako suddenly snapped. "I know you've wanted to be Valentine's queen for so long, but really. Now that I'm going to win, you're making fun of me?"
Sumire was flabbergasted. She clutched the phone tighter to her ear. "Is that what you really think of me?"
"Yes," Wakako said icily. "Seriously. You're such a.." she paused, "plastic." She said afterthought.
Oohh. Burn.
Sumire's jaw dropped open. A plastic? That had got be the worst insult ever! She was certainly not like Regina from Mean Girls! What was wrong with this girl? "Waka —"
"Save it." Wakako interrupted her. "I'll hear the confessions of the teenage drama queen after tomorrow's ball." And with that she cut the line.
Sumire shook her head in disbelief. Why in the world did Wakako even say that?
It must be because of all those Lindsay Lohan movies..
~(*)~
Sumire banged her head on the wall —which of course caused an intense jolt of shock down her spine and of course —more pain than before. After she had gotten off the phone with Wakako, she had accidently stubbed her toe on the edge of the bed. This of course resulted in the chipping of her toe nail and more blood. So she had both a bloody finger and a bloody toe. Things definitely couldn't get any better.
But they did.
The First Aid Kit was supposed to be in the cabinet but for some strange reason, it wasn't. So really, you couldn't blame Sumire when she vented out all her anger on that wall — quite stupid — but a understandable situation.
Groaning at her misfortune, she walked out of the bathroom and flung onto her bed and closed her eyes. After a few seconds she felt her head throbbing — the first step in getting a headache. Sighing, she pulled the blankets on top of her and squeezed her eyes shut. Her toe nail was burning and the wound on her finger was still hadn't ceased to bleed. Plus, she was boy-friend and date-less which meant that she couldn't go to the ball which commenced in a few hours.
I really am a magnet for bad luck.
~(*)~
Sumire woke up to the sound of banging on her door. Dazed, she looked at the time and scratched her head in disbelief. She had slept for five hours straight! She frowned; the ball had already started by now, and was probably in full swing. Just thinking about the Ball and stupid Mouchu made her scowl furiously. She walked over to her door and opened it slowly.
It was Wakako.
She was wearing a purple dress, with little sequins on the border. It was the one she had given on Wakako's birthday, she had noticed, while cringing slightly. Wakako's hair was curled up at the ends and she had even put glitter spray on her hair. To top it all off, she was wearing Sumire's Jimmy Choos. Sumire had completely forgotten about them. She made a mental note to take them back.
Wakako gave her a wry smile. "Can I come in?"
Sumire titled her head. "Sure."
She closed the door behind Wakako and turned around. Wakako was already sitting on her bed.
"Why aren't you at the ball?"
Wakako sighed. "You were right."
Sumire's lips twitched. "I usually am, but what in particular this time?"
Wakako rolled her eyes. "It was just an eight year old." She sighed dejectedly. "To think I fell for that. Damn, he even got me to dress up for him!"
Sumire laughed while she sat down onto the bed. "How about we watch a movie?"
Wakako nodded. "That's a good idea."
"Any movies in mind?"
Wakako flashed a wolfish grin. "John Tucker Must Die."
Sumire grinned at that too. "Then John Tucker it is."
They spent the rest of the evening watching chick-flicks, gossiping, laughing. And not even once did Sumire feel sad that she was single on Valentine's day.
After all, who needs a boyfriend when they've got their awesome girlfriends?
Anuptaphobia- Fear of being single
Haha sorry if anyone was expecting some hardcore SumirexKoko. This is a tribute to all those single ladies (and men) out there! :D
Carolle Royale