This was.. er.. I want to say fun to write.. But also kind of awkward haha There's going to be quite a few chapters based around New Years Eve... It's a longg arc for this story... The longest section I've written so far.. You'll like how this is going, I hope.. Taking an AWFULLY long time to write.. Plus, I ran out of pages in my notebook, so I cant finish writing til I get a new book... And I'm lazy so that might not happened. I spent so much money on the last fanfic I wrote in 7th grade.. Took 3 years, 11 notebooks and every minute of my time... And I never even finished..
Hopefully this will get finished..
Anyway, hope you all like this. Next part will be up soon. Maybe...
Chapter Thirty Seven
"Virginia! Get up! You have people coming over soon!"
Shooting up out of bed, I practically fall out of the blankets. 11:30. Crap. Jumping out of bed, I race around, showering and trying to get dressed and ready.
"Virginia! Let's go do this already so it has time to sit!" A slim hand grabs my arm and I'm dragged away, into the next room.
"That has absolutely nothing to do with it!"
"Yes, it has everything to do with it."
"Not true…! Zipping my jacket won't help the fact I'm freezing and this sweatshirt is too thin! I need the other!" I complain. This fight has gone on forever and probably always will. Even as the front door clicks open and the jingle bells clang together, we continue.
"Hmm.. Who are you?" the mostly bald man known as my father says, turning to the boy that just entered our home.
"I apologize for walking in unannounced. I was waiting outside but, seeing as Virginia did not appear to be coming anytime soon, I wanted to make sure everything was alright." Kyoya's host smile makes its appearance. Ugh.
"Hmm… Fine, go."
"W-w-wait! I need a jacket!" I jump in, returning to the original conversation.
"Zip up your sweatshirt and you'll be fine," Dad says in his tone of voice that just yells 'shut up and do as I say because I'm smarter than you in every way and I'll kill you if you disagree'.
Rolling my eyes, I groan. "Lies! That may work with your ski jackets, but not with a sweatshirt!"
"Virginia! Just go!" he yells, getting more pissed than before. Kyoya stands behind me, awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Who can blame him?
"Bleh!"
"What are you two yelling about?' a new, tired voice enters. The bright, messy orange hair and red face pokes through the hallway. "Oh, hello. I'm Veronica; Virginia's mom." She smiles, taking Kyoya's hand in her own.
"Ah, yes. We met the other day. I am Kyoya Ootori. I go to school with your daughter."
"Oh, yes! Nice to see you again. Hmm.. I've heard a lot about you." She chuckles, that evil grin of insanity showing through.
My eyes bug, staring at my mom. "No, you haven't."
"Oh? I remember you saying something about a boy in your class who-"
"Nope! I'm going now! G'bye!" Reaching for the first coat I see, I grab a confused Kyoya's wrist and pull him from the house, never releasing his hand. Once we are off of the property and far from the house, I stare up into Kyoya's face. A smirk is spread across his features.
"So, you talk about me?" One brow rises as the smirk grows. My face only gets more red.
"N-no! I told her everyone's names! And that was just to prove that I DO have friends to my dad."
"Your dad doesn't think you have friends?"
"He just likes saying I have no friends cause I prefer to sit in my room and draw. Antisocial, maybe. But relaxing, definitely." My voice drifts as I look away from his questioning gaze. I feel pressure on my left hand and look down to see his right thumb making circles over the back of my hand, a smile on his face.
"What?"
"You haven't tried to pull your hand away." His smile flips to a grin. "What? No rejections tonight?"
I feel my eyes widen as the heat flows in my cheeks. I try to pull my hand away but his grip tightens. "…I was just trying to get away from my parents… Don't think anything of it. It wont be happening again."
He frowns, looking down at our interlocked fingers. "Hmm.."
Trying to escape the topic, I speak up. "So, you wanted to say something? You obviously pulled me out her for something."
"Uh… Never mind. It doesn't matter." The fake host smile is back. "Well, you may go back inside if you like. It's New Years Eve, after all. You must have something to get ready for."
"Are you sure? You came all this way. You wanna hang out or something?" God, this is awkward. Pleaseeeeeeee say something already.
Suddenly, his hidden pout breaks into a grin, which he tries to hide by readjusting his glasses. "I suppose.. Hmm… Have you had dinner yet? Though, it is 8 o'clock.."
I smirk, holding in a laugh. "No, I haven't had dinner yet."
"Well, neither have I. Would you like to go somewhere?"
"Sure." I smile. He's so awkward, it's almost adorable. Wait, what? Ew.. Kyoya is NOT adorable.. Bleck! BAD THOUGHTS!
Give in to your thoughts. You know you want to.
Yuck.
"What do you want to eat? Anything.. You know this town better than I do. Where is there a place to eat?"
Hmm… What place is there that HE would eat? Um… There's pizza.. Diners..? I shrug. "Dunno."
"Hm… I'll find something." He smirks, walking away to the end of the block and stopping. His hand, the one not still latched onto mine, reaches into his black jacket pocket and pulls out a shiny key ring. Wait, why's he..? After flipping through many different keys, he picks out a silver one and drags me across the street to a shiny, black Ferrari.
"You drive?" Ok, so I could even hear the doubt in that… Whoops…
"Yes. What? You don't seem to expect much of me, do you?"
"No, I'm just shocked you didn't take a limo. Where did you even get a car?"
"The Ootori family have cars and houses everywhere in the world. Why would we not have one here?"
"You have a house here?"
"Not in this town, no. In the city, yes. But right now, I'm staying at a hotel not too far from here.." Unlocking the doors to this amazing, almost new car, he walks to the passenger side and doesn't let go of my hand until I get in, which he then closes the door and walks around to the drivers side.
"You're staying at a hotel? Are all of you staying at hotels?" Tell me I don't have the whole host club down the street from my house…
That would mean less Virginia-Kyoya time! That's not good! Heheh…
Who invited you back in my head? I let out a low, almost unnoticeable growl. Almost. Which earns me a confused look from Kyoya.
"Well, seeing as Tamaki wanted us all to stay together, as a family, yes, we are all in the same hotel. But, I drew the line when he said we should share rooms. I can't stand mornings with that Baka. Neither can Hunny-Sempai."
"Ah.. I can understand that. He's so freaking annoying and jumpy and hyper and UGH!" The longer the list gets, the faster I speak and the more slurred everything becomes.
A small chuckle escapes his lips, which are curling up into a rare smile. "Figures you wouldn't like him."
"Well, I don't like people that… bounce.." My eye twitches and another chuckle reaches my ears. "And you do? I've seen you will Tamaki. He ticks you off. I can see it."
Yes.. Because he thinks too much of everyone. He trusts anyone and everyone that walks by. He doesn't even think about the effect his actions may have on others. All he wants to do is give. Whether he has it or not. Even if they don't want help."
"Yet he's your best friend.." I smirk, already knowing what he will say next and what that's like.
"I had to.. For the business. And I just can't seem to get rid of him. He's always trying to change me; make me more excitable, like him." A grin spreads across his face as he turns to look my way. "You know what that's like.."
"Of course," I smirk. "Everyone will try to change you. But you can't let them Be yourself and live for yourself. Screw others." I smile up at him, a sincere, sinister smile, making him laugh once more.
"Obviously you would say that." He rolls his grey eyes, his eyes focusing on my now red hair as he readjusts his glasses to hide whatever emotions are now swimming through them. "Just look at your hair. Or your eye." He smirks. "Really. It looks like you got punched in the eye. You should do something about that. And all for a piece of metal to be shoved in your eye."
It's true, yes. There is a big, purplish-red ring above my left eyelid and it stands out terribly. "Oh, well. You know it's cool, though." I grin, sticking out my tongue at him as my left index finger reaches up to the bottom ball under my brow and pushes it up, the metal rod now visible through the other end.
"Ugh." Kyoya groans, a look of disgust obvious on his face. "Yes, yes. It looks good. Now, stop poking it."
"Hmph.." Letting out a puff of air, I push out my lower lip into a pout, crossing my arms over my chest. "Any way you put it, you have to be who you want. You should know that.." I let my voice drift, hoping he gets it.
"Of course I know that," he scoffs, obviously missing the point. Quite shocking for the infamous Shadow Lord.
"No, you don't seem to." I laugh, darkly. "Kyoya," I sigh, turning to look at him only to see his face staring out of his window. "I don't mean Tamaki. He isn't that bad a guy. You know that, or you wouldn't keep him around. He's trying to help you. To show you that you need to be who you want. Do what interests you. Not someone else. Life isn't about what and who can benefit the Ootori name."
"What nonsense are you speaking? You're starting to sound just like that Baka!" His voice comes out rough, shouting now. Good thing we're parked..
"You know what I'm saying! You've let other control your whole life since you were a toddler. Your life was set out before you and you're just going along with it. No rebellions. No real fun! You're a teenager! You're supposed to be finding yourself, not letting someone else tell you who you are!" He's almost as bad as Tamaki. Ugh! "I know what's going on in your mind. Everything you ever think or do is based around how something might benefit the company or how you would be able take over the company; how you can prove yourself to your father. What do you like? What do you want? Don't listen to what others say! Like I said, screw them!" I feel the anger boiling up inside of me; my chest pounding as my heart races. I've had enough. Looking away from him, I push open the car door, taking a step out.
Before I can fully get out, though, something grabs my arm, holding me and pulling me back. But instead of landing on the soft, cushioned seat I'd expected, I fall further back, directly onto something harder.. Bonier… My eyes widen as I process all that's going on around me. I'm on.. his.. lap? He's…oh, no…
Flinching, I look up into Kyoya's deep grey eyes, mere centimeters from my own hazel ones. I can't even stop what happens next. A slight tug of my wrist sends my lips colliding with his soft, pink ones. My heart pounds in my chest. My whole body tenses as I force myself to pull away.
Wide eyed, I push away, jumping from Kyoya's… slightly muscular… chest and onto the concrete below us. The bitter air bites at my uncovered face and arms; black trench coat slung over my shoulder. I start to run. Away from the car. Past the stores. Far, far away from here. Apparently, we'd managed to get to the diner in the center of town. All the while I'm running, the shiny black car I'd left behind sits at the corner of the street. Not moving.
O: Please review :D I'd love new ideas if anyone has any... I have no idea how to end any of this... Not that I'm going to... Heheh... Still would love ideas..
Oh gosh... Look at that... That was probably the most awkward thing to write so far.. I seem to be getting quite off track with this story :P All I want to write about now is Virginia and Kyoya's... "relationship"..Even though I was trying to put it off... So that sucks... Oh well..