"Oh please, just shut up Mamoru Baka!"
"But you're doing it all wrong Odango!"
I smiled as I wiped down the counters, remembering the day a certain Baka and Odango had met… "Usa-chan, look at you!" I laughed, "Let me get you a towel and a chocolate milkshake." "My hero!" she giggled. She looked around the arcade whilst she waited patiently. A brightly coloured poster caught her attention. "Sailor V! Do you have the new game Motoki-san?" From the store-room, I called back, "Yes, it shouldn't be too far from where you are sitting Usa-chan!" I heard her squeal with delight and skip towards it. I later walked over to her with a towel and a large chocolate milkshake, to find her sitting grumpily at the Sailor V game. "Are you okay Usagi?" I said, handing her her milkshake. "Thank you. I can't do this game Motoki, it's too hard!" She slipped a quarter into the machine and began again. Not long after, the game beeped and flashed GAME OVER in front of our eyes, as if daring us otherwise, to try again. "I'll have a go," I said, leaning over her, feeling her stiffen and intake a sharp breath as I played the game. Soon enough however, GAME OVER was flashing in front of us again. I sighed. "You're right," I grinned, "It is tricky." "Can I try?" came a deep voice from behind me, making me jump. I spun round, to find myself face to face with Mamoru, my best friend. "Mamoru!" "I don't think that's Reika under there is it?" I grinned. "Sorry, how rude of me. Mamoru, this is Usagi." "Odango Atama!" he said laughingly. "Excuse me?" Usagi spluttered. "Well your hair, its like Odangos isn't it! Now," he said, changing the subject, "I believe I was going to try…" When she would not move, her mouth gaping, he effortlessly picked her up and put her back down so he could walk through. Usagi, her mouth moving like a fish, her face like a tomato. Then she shook her head furiously. "Oh, like you could even-" The game played an unfamiliar tune and Mamoru leaned back in his stool smugly. "Perfect score." Usagi pushed him off the stool and he landed in a heap n the floor. I couldn't not laugh at the look on my proud ebony-haired friend's face. Usagi sat in the stool and tried again. After two fails, Mamoru yelled, "You're doing it all wrong Odango!" "Don't call me that!" she shrieked indignantly, spinning round to face him. When she realised how close he was to her face, a slight blush appeared on her cheeks. But she held her ground. I have to admit, I was quite impressed. Apparently, Mamoru noticed this blush too, and leaned closer to her. Their eyelids drooped slightly, and for a moment I almost thought they were going to kiss. Almost. "Argh, Mamoru! Your breath stinks!" "My breath? How dare you! I think you are just smelling your own breath Odango Atama." He laughed at his own joke. I sighed. "I hope you haven't just lost me one of my best customers Mamoru." Mamoru grinned. "I'm still here." Then he frowned and breathed into his hand. "Do you think my breath really stinks Motoki?" I just shook my head in response. "I have a horrible sinking feeling, as though a war has just begun…" Little did I know how right I was…
"Motoki Onii-chan!" I turned and smiled at the sound of the bubbly voice. Tsukino Usagi, one of my regular [and favourite] customers, had just bounced into the arcade, smiling despite the fact that she was drenched from the rain.
Usagi, on the other hand, was unimpressed. "BAKA!" she harrumphed, and stormed out of the Arcade.
"Baka! You smelly breath, get away from me!"
"Smelly breath?" came the snorted reply, but when her back was turned I saw him check his breath, just like that memorable rainy afternoon. I smiled and walked over to them. Maybe one day they would actually admit their feelings.
Mamoru was the little boy in the playground who pull on the pigtails of the girl he liked. In this case, it was true, as I saw him tug on one of her ponytails, almost pulling out the bun. This made her shriek and she turned, smacking him round the face with a ponytail. She laughed hysterically at the bemused look on his face.
Usagi was the young girl the little boy was in love with. And whether or not they would ever admit it, they couldn't escape their love for each other.
