Chapter 2
"Wow, wasn't that nice?" Yamato said sarcastically. Before Mimi could for a response, Matt had turned back around and was leaving.
"Hey! I wasn't finished with you yet." He chuckled and kept walking. Her tone changed dramatically, almost a whole octave lower. "I haven't properly thanked you yet!"
He turned languidly towards her.
"Do you honestly think you could get a guy like me?" His question was seemingly sill, but held no humor.
"If you give me ten minutes," Mimi smiled approaching him, "I'm sure you'll love me."
"Confident are we?"
"In it's entirety." She confirmed. "So you comin'?"
"I'm beginning to think, Ms. Tachikawa, that I can deny you nothing." He said with an exasperated groan.
"Funny how that is."
"Very."
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"So you don't go to school because you don't like the day?" Mimi asked confused. He nodded. He seemed entirely too preoccupied, and it seemed to irk Mimi. He rubbed his arms in irritation.
"Yeah I hate the 'morning fire'." He said absentmindedly.
"Morning what?"
"Its nothing, look I should go. Its getting late. Plus I'm hungry." He said standing from the park bench in which they had sat for nearly an hour, talking about everything and nothing. But his agitation was quickly becoming annoying.
"Yeah, I'm hungry too. Lets grab a burger at the 24 hour McDonald's." She stood as well.
"Look," He glanced at his watch, it read 1:28 a.m., "I have a curfew, and I'm bordering on later her… so-o-o… I better leave." It was apparent that things like 'goodbye' had never been his strong suit.
"Yeah," Mimi replied, a little peeved at his behavior. The hurt was evident in her eyes when she looked up at him. "Okay. I suppose it is pretty late."
He nodded, his golden blonde hair whisking in the warm night air. He smiled and walked away. Mimi, reluctant to let Yamato walk away forever, shouted.
"Wait!" She approached him quickly. "What's your number? Maybe we could spend a night… walking again."
He contemplated his next move, but was surprised to find himself reaching into his leather jacket for a pen. Mimi stuck out her hand to provide a writing service.
He jotted it down and continued walking. She smiled and turned her way, to begin the track home.
"Wow, wasn't that nice?" Yamato said sarcastically. Before Mimi could for a response, Matt had turned back around and was leaving.
"Hey! I wasn't finished with you yet." He chuckled and kept walking. Her tone changed dramatically, almost a whole octave lower. "I haven't properly thanked you yet!"
He turned languidly towards her.
"Do you honestly think you could get a guy like me?" His question was seemingly sill, but held no humor.
"If you give me ten minutes," Mimi smiled approaching him, "I'm sure you'll love me."
"Confident are we?"
"In it's entirety." She confirmed. "So you comin'?"
"I'm beginning to think, Ms. Tachikawa, that I can deny you nothing." He said with an exasperated groan.
"Funny how that is."
"Very."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"So you don't go to school because you don't like the day?" Mimi asked confused. He nodded. He seemed entirely too preoccupied, and it seemed to irk Mimi. He rubbed his arms in irritation.
"Yeah I hate the 'morning fire'." He said absentmindedly.
"Morning what?"
"Its nothing, look I should go. Its getting late. Plus I'm hungry." He said standing from the park bench in which they had sat for nearly an hour, talking about everything and nothing. But his agitation was quickly becoming annoying.
"Yeah, I'm hungry too. Lets grab a burger at the 24 hour McDonald's." She stood as well.
"Look," He glanced at his watch, it read 1:28 a.m., "I have a curfew, and I'm bordering on later her… so-o-o… I better leave." It was apparent that things like 'goodbye' had never been his strong suit.
"Yeah," Mimi replied, a little peeved at his behavior. The hurt was evident in her eyes when she looked up at him. "Okay. I suppose it is pretty late."
He nodded, his golden blonde hair whisking in the warm night air. He smiled and walked away. Mimi, reluctant to let Yamato walk away forever, shouted.
"Wait!" She approached him quickly. "What's your number? Maybe we could spend a night… walking again."
He contemplated his next move, but was surprised to find himself reaching into his leather jacket for a pen. Mimi stuck out her hand to provide a writing service.
He jotted it down and continued walking. She smiled and turned her way, to begin the track home.