Suzuka sat quietly in front of the television, as Gene and Jim pranced around the room, with a football. She gently laid her head back, pondering.
"Gene, go long!" Jim yelled out, as he began to throw the football. As it landed in Gene's hands he quickly took a step back, and tossed it back to Jim. Nearly, hitting Suzuka's head. She sighed, as she began switching the channels. Jim held onto the ball tightly as Gene chased him around the room.
"Suzuka! Catch!" he yelled out, as he tossed the ball to her. She quickly stood up on the couch, confused.
"Well, what are you waiting for??? Run!" Jim instructed, standing behind Gene.
"Hey, who do you think----," Suzuka then noticed Gene running towards her, she then immediately started running around the room, when suddenly she felt a heavy body tackle her to the ground. Suzuka looked up at Gene, who was sprawled on her back. She immediately pushed him off of her, feeling more angry than embarrassed.
Suzuka quickly scrambled to her feet, then continued to run, when Gene's foot stopped her, knocking her over and onto the bed. Gene then began to laugh, his mouth open wide. Jim stood in one place, bewildered. But a smile soon spreaeded across his face. Suzuka looked up at Gene, with a hard expression, that soon softened into a smile.
"I still don't know why you find that so funny," she imposed, brushing back her loose black hair. Gene continued to laugh, tears slowly forming in the corner of his eyes. Jim then impulsively began to laugh, until he finally hitted the ground with a loud thump. Suzuka commencly giggled, looking at the two of them.
"Boring....," Jim uttered, as he laid upside down on the couch, his head rested on the seat cushion. Suzuka sighed loudly, as she began to fiddle around with her finger nails. The three of them were sprawled all over the couch in an unusual manner.
"You guys hungry?" Jim questioned, sitting up. Suzuka glanced at him then to Gene. She acutely stood up.
"I'll help," Suzuka expressed, heading into the kitchen. Jim grazed at Gene, who daintily got up and followed after her.
"Okay, chocolate cake, one teaspoon of sugar, one cup of flou----," Suzuka gazed up slowly at Gene, who stood looming over her. When he finally noticed she had paused, he then flashed her a cheesy grin.
"Go on," Gene replied, "I'm not stopping you." She smiled, nervously looking down at the recipe book, then continued to read out of it. Jim stood by the warm stove, peering at the two, with an odd feeling inside of him.
"All right," Suzuka stated, as she grabbed for a spatula and began to mix up the ingredients, with a disgusted look, "This looks disgusting...." Gene glanced up at her, with an occult smile, as he moved over to Jim.
Suzuka began to hum to a UN named melody, when she abruptly felt something soft hit the back of her head. She swiftly swung around, noticing that it was a piece of dough, that dropped from her hair. Suzuka angrily turned around, grabbing the bowl of mixed flour that was still sogged up.
"I didn't do anything I swear," Jim stated, with a guilty look upon his face. Gene then burst out laughing, when he suddenly felt soggy, wet dough hit his face with a loud SPLAT! He slowly wiped the cold dough from his face and looked up at Suzuka. Gene quickly grabbed at the biscuits behind him and began to throw them, as each one bounced off of Suzuka's head, they hitted Jim, hard in the face.
Gene and Suzuka sat quietly outside on the porch as they both gazed up into the starry night sky before them. Gene held a bottle of whine in one hand, as the other rested behind him, using it to keep balance.
"Why were you mad at me?" Gene questioned, not looking at Suzuka. She turned to him, abruptly, then back to the dark sky.
"It's nothing," she began, "Just some stupid reason...I don't think you'd wanna know anyway." Gene smiled, as he then took a sip out of the bottle.
"Where's Jim?" Suzuka asked, her hands laced together, as they laid in her lap.
"Watching TV," he answered. Gene's eyes then slowly adjusted on Suzuka. Her black hair laid entangled behind her, falling below her slender shoulders. Her eyes seemed to sparkle within each moment. Suzuka glanced over realizing that Gene sat staring at her. She flashed him a nervous smile.
"You got white shit on your face," he replied to her unasked question.
Suzuka smiled, "We both do," her smile seemed at that moment so very innocent, like a little girl would have.
"Where?" Gene questioned, feeling on his face. She gently reached over, brushing her hand against his scar. He gazed up at her, with a soft, startled expression. Suzuka quickly moved her hand away, as she stared into his dark eyes, that looked back at her.
"I had it for a while," he uttered, running his hand over it. He then turned back to Suzuka with a cheerful smile. Then, startling her by reaching over and brushing flour off the top of her nose. Suzuka smiled, pulling away gently.
"I'm goin' in first," Gene stated, as he quickly stood up, stretching. Suzuka glanced up at the young man. Gene looked down at her, with an expression she had never encountered, through all the times she knew him. He flashed her a smile, then slowly headed in the door. Suzuka turned back to facing the sky. Her mind seemed to drift off somewhere, far. Far from where she sat, far from where her soul was. Far from even her own grasp.
"Gene, go long!" Jim yelled out, as he began to throw the football. As it landed in Gene's hands he quickly took a step back, and tossed it back to Jim. Nearly, hitting Suzuka's head. She sighed, as she began switching the channels. Jim held onto the ball tightly as Gene chased him around the room.
"Suzuka! Catch!" he yelled out, as he tossed the ball to her. She quickly stood up on the couch, confused.
"Well, what are you waiting for??? Run!" Jim instructed, standing behind Gene.
"Hey, who do you think----," Suzuka then noticed Gene running towards her, she then immediately started running around the room, when suddenly she felt a heavy body tackle her to the ground. Suzuka looked up at Gene, who was sprawled on her back. She immediately pushed him off of her, feeling more angry than embarrassed.
Suzuka quickly scrambled to her feet, then continued to run, when Gene's foot stopped her, knocking her over and onto the bed. Gene then began to laugh, his mouth open wide. Jim stood in one place, bewildered. But a smile soon spreaeded across his face. Suzuka looked up at Gene, with a hard expression, that soon softened into a smile.
"I still don't know why you find that so funny," she imposed, brushing back her loose black hair. Gene continued to laugh, tears slowly forming in the corner of his eyes. Jim then impulsively began to laugh, until he finally hitted the ground with a loud thump. Suzuka commencly giggled, looking at the two of them.
"Boring....," Jim uttered, as he laid upside down on the couch, his head rested on the seat cushion. Suzuka sighed loudly, as she began to fiddle around with her finger nails. The three of them were sprawled all over the couch in an unusual manner.
"You guys hungry?" Jim questioned, sitting up. Suzuka glanced at him then to Gene. She acutely stood up.
"I'll help," Suzuka expressed, heading into the kitchen. Jim grazed at Gene, who daintily got up and followed after her.
"Okay, chocolate cake, one teaspoon of sugar, one cup of flou----," Suzuka gazed up slowly at Gene, who stood looming over her. When he finally noticed she had paused, he then flashed her a cheesy grin.
"Go on," Gene replied, "I'm not stopping you." She smiled, nervously looking down at the recipe book, then continued to read out of it. Jim stood by the warm stove, peering at the two, with an odd feeling inside of him.
"All right," Suzuka stated, as she grabbed for a spatula and began to mix up the ingredients, with a disgusted look, "This looks disgusting...." Gene glanced up at her, with an occult smile, as he moved over to Jim.
Suzuka began to hum to a UN named melody, when she abruptly felt something soft hit the back of her head. She swiftly swung around, noticing that it was a piece of dough, that dropped from her hair. Suzuka angrily turned around, grabbing the bowl of mixed flour that was still sogged up.
"I didn't do anything I swear," Jim stated, with a guilty look upon his face. Gene then burst out laughing, when he suddenly felt soggy, wet dough hit his face with a loud SPLAT! He slowly wiped the cold dough from his face and looked up at Suzuka. Gene quickly grabbed at the biscuits behind him and began to throw them, as each one bounced off of Suzuka's head, they hitted Jim, hard in the face.
Gene and Suzuka sat quietly outside on the porch as they both gazed up into the starry night sky before them. Gene held a bottle of whine in one hand, as the other rested behind him, using it to keep balance.
"Why were you mad at me?" Gene questioned, not looking at Suzuka. She turned to him, abruptly, then back to the dark sky.
"It's nothing," she began, "Just some stupid reason...I don't think you'd wanna know anyway." Gene smiled, as he then took a sip out of the bottle.
"Where's Jim?" Suzuka asked, her hands laced together, as they laid in her lap.
"Watching TV," he answered. Gene's eyes then slowly adjusted on Suzuka. Her black hair laid entangled behind her, falling below her slender shoulders. Her eyes seemed to sparkle within each moment. Suzuka glanced over realizing that Gene sat staring at her. She flashed him a nervous smile.
"You got white shit on your face," he replied to her unasked question.
Suzuka smiled, "We both do," her smile seemed at that moment so very innocent, like a little girl would have.
"Where?" Gene questioned, feeling on his face. She gently reached over, brushing her hand against his scar. He gazed up at her, with a soft, startled expression. Suzuka quickly moved her hand away, as she stared into his dark eyes, that looked back at her.
"I had it for a while," he uttered, running his hand over it. He then turned back to Suzuka with a cheerful smile. Then, startling her by reaching over and brushing flour off the top of her nose. Suzuka smiled, pulling away gently.
"I'm goin' in first," Gene stated, as he quickly stood up, stretching. Suzuka glanced up at the young man. Gene looked down at her, with an expression she had never encountered, through all the times she knew him. He flashed her a smile, then slowly headed in the door. Suzuka turned back to facing the sky. Her mind seemed to drift off somewhere, far. Far from where she sat, far from where her soul was. Far from even her own grasp.