Every Now and Again

100 Drabbles

#10: Sweet 16

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It was a sunny spring day and Serena was in a wonderful mood. She was dressed in a simple floral dress which hugged her body and left no one to think she was anything less than classy.

She pranced into the arcade to pick up a gift voucher she had asked Motoki to print up the day before to add to the silver bracelet she had wrapped up and in her hand: a present for Molly. The moment the doors swung open his eyes found there way to her: and the sight he saw made his breath catch in his throat.

The dress she was wearing did everything to accentuate her beauty; the slight low cut neckline did nothing to stop his imagination from wandering and when she pulled up a stool near his he had to look away lest his eyes follow all the way up her legs.

He willed himself not to say anything stupid, not to allow her to realize how gorgeous she looked to him: after all he was supposed to hate her but hell a complement couldn't hurt could it?

Unwillingly he cleared his throat and before he could stop himself the words escaped his lips. "What in the world do you think you're wearing Odango!" The moment her face fell into a frown he knew that the statement hadn't come out so much as a compliment as he had expected it to.

Glaring she responded through gritted teeth. "It's a dress Baka, girls wear it sometimes when they have something or someone special to see. And I'm in too good of a mood for you to ruin it."

He winced at her words; not only had she hurt her feelings, but it seemed as if she was going to meet someone: most probably a boy dressed like that. He had no doubt that the lucky guy would be drooling when he saw her. Mamoru wanted to kill the guy.

Before he could really respond, Motoki handed Usagi the voucher. She stuck her tongue out at Mamoru before skipping out of the arcade.

Mamoru glared at her back; onlookers would speculate that he simply hated the girl, but in reality he was glaring at whoever was going to have the pleasure of spending a day with her.

Motoki, noticing Mamoru's frown, let out a little laugh.

"Calm down Mamoru, she's going to a Sweet 16. No need to be so worried about competition."

Mamoru stared at his friend aghast but relieved. 'Sweet 16 thank god.'