Title: Rain on Saturday-Oblivion
After a weekend of discoveries, Sora was tired and cranky on Monday. Not surprising, really, when you realize that she discovered that not only was her boyfriend in love with another boy, but she was in love with another girl, as well. Add to that the fact that said boy (not boyfriend) loved her boyfriend back and only the boyfriend was unaware of it.
*Life's too complicated.* For the first time in a long while, she felt sorry for herself. And seeing Tai and Matt together between every class was ridiculous. She hadn't spoken to Tai, yet, but she was working on it. Between tennis for her, and soccer for him, they never saw each other long enough to have a long, in-depth conversation.
Of course, that didn't stop him from making time for Matt, and she knew that they had plans for every night that week, except Friday. On Friday, she was supposed to be going out with Matt, their weekly ritual. One that she was starting to dread.
*How do you sit through a movie with a guy, knowing that you'd both be happier with other people?* On the other hand, there was Mimi. Who was wearing goth black, and had the tips of her hair black, while the rest was still died pink. It was an interesting combo, especially when added to her inch-thick eyeliner, and the black lip gloss.
"Hi." Her voice was subdued, and her eyes were downcast. Sora looked at her, feeling a familiar flutter in her chest that she had felt before, but never really paid attention to.
With a smile, she inclined her head at the other girl. "You're going to milk this for all it's worth, aren't you?" Mimi looked at her with a confused frown, and then searched for any possible eaves-droppers.
Her grin was secretive, and sassy. "Of course. Don't I always?" The answer to that was, of course, a huge 'yes'. For every failed date, for each creep that tried pushing her too far, Mimi wore black, and acted like a beaten puppy until said creep was being glared at and threatened. This time, however, it was an unnecessary step. Each time Chris Tagami saw either of them in the hallway, he stopped and moved as close to the far wall as possible.
*I heard they stopped asking about his face the first time he slammed some poor kid into the locker.* She snickered, and Mimi took it for approval of her own scheme.
"Anyway, as soon as Friday gets here, I'm going to go get the rinse, and take my hair back to blonde." That surprised Sora.
"Why? You always leave it up for a couple of weeks. Thursday will barely have been a week."
Instead of answering directly, Mimi leaned closer, her mouth by Sora's ear, and her breath hot on the other girl's neck. "Did you know that there's a bet on whether or not I die...down there?"
Sora drew back quickly, her face flaming at both the question, and the thoughts it invoked. Mimi looked at her face, and nodded sagely, assuming that it was embarrassment at the question, and not at the answer Sora never gave her.
"So, I'm going to stop dying my hair all-together, and I've given up on guys." Her eyes, resembling cherry-colored wood, were serious and earnest. Sincere.
On impulse, Sora hugged her. Despite her friend's appearance of calm, for Mimi to give up two of the things that had previously brought her the most joy, she had to be feeling rather low. "I'm glad for you, Mim. You don't need your hair colored, or a guy on your arm. You're a wonderful, beautiful person without all that jazz."
She drew back, and saw that Mimi's eyes were watering, and she was slightly flushed. "Thanks, Sora. I have to go to the bathroom, before my makeup melts off." She hurried away, dodging through the crowd of people towards the restroom. She passed Tai and Matt on the way, and both teens looked at Sora in question.
"Don't worry. She's better today, than Saturday." Saying alot, since she had blusterd over Tagami, and blubbered on and on about Sora' defending her vanity'. Matt and Tai had snickered quietly at her choice of wording. Sora had simply stopped the smile from forming, and had nodded, though it had been more of Mimi's pride and reputation she had saved.
"That's a good thing." Matt opened his locker, which was beside hers. Tai's was on his other side. The brunette tried to pull his open, too, but ended up tugging in it uselessly. With a smirk and a roll of his eyes, Matt hit the locker once with the palm of his hand, and then pulled it open. Tai glared at him.
"Jerk." He pulled his stuff out roughly, ignoring the pile of broken pencils that rolled out.
"Excuse me, I opened your locker for you. And now I'm a jerk?" Matt shut his locker, putting his hands on his hips in a stubborn manner. Sora rolled her eyes, not up to another display of macho pride, ringed with denial.
"You're a jerk, darling, simply because Tai's unoriginal, inept, and ungracious." She watched in satisfaction as Tai's jaw dropped. "Of course, that's what makes him so wonderful and sweet. We wouldn't have you any other way, Tai, dear." She slipped between the two boys, patted his cheek, smiled at Matt, and walked away.
*Testosterone levels are running high, today. That means that they should be trying to kill either each other, or somebody else at lunch today.* It was odd, really, how well she had adapted to the thought of them being an item. If they ever got that far.
An arm slipped around her waist, and she resisted the urge to scream in frustration. Instead, she smiled and pulled away. "You have a class to go to, Matt. I'm not going to be the reason that you're late for another class this semester. That's a detention for you, and a serious chewing-out from my parents."
He sighed, trying to give her the puppy-dog eyest that Tai had mastered years ago. He still didn't get it. "But, Sora, baby-"
"Ishida Yamato, stop wheedling this second, turn around, and go to class. Otherwise, Tai will be only to happy to let the teacher know that you aren't there."
He stood up straight suddenly, and turned to where the brunette was entering the classroom that they shared. He looked at her, the door, back at her, and then at the door again. "I'll see you later."
*Oh, yes, I am good.* She grinned as he hurried through the thinning crowd of students. A look at her watch made her frown. She'd be lucky if she wasn't late for class. *And it'll be -my- next detention!*
Damn Ishida Yamato for being in denial, and Yagami Taichi for not owning up to his own feelings!
After a weekend of discoveries, Sora was tired and cranky on Monday. Not surprising, really, when you realize that she discovered that not only was her boyfriend in love with another boy, but she was in love with another girl, as well. Add to that the fact that said boy (not boyfriend) loved her boyfriend back and only the boyfriend was unaware of it.
*Life's too complicated.* For the first time in a long while, she felt sorry for herself. And seeing Tai and Matt together between every class was ridiculous. She hadn't spoken to Tai, yet, but she was working on it. Between tennis for her, and soccer for him, they never saw each other long enough to have a long, in-depth conversation.
Of course, that didn't stop him from making time for Matt, and she knew that they had plans for every night that week, except Friday. On Friday, she was supposed to be going out with Matt, their weekly ritual. One that she was starting to dread.
*How do you sit through a movie with a guy, knowing that you'd both be happier with other people?* On the other hand, there was Mimi. Who was wearing goth black, and had the tips of her hair black, while the rest was still died pink. It was an interesting combo, especially when added to her inch-thick eyeliner, and the black lip gloss.
"Hi." Her voice was subdued, and her eyes were downcast. Sora looked at her, feeling a familiar flutter in her chest that she had felt before, but never really paid attention to.
With a smile, she inclined her head at the other girl. "You're going to milk this for all it's worth, aren't you?" Mimi looked at her with a confused frown, and then searched for any possible eaves-droppers.
Her grin was secretive, and sassy. "Of course. Don't I always?" The answer to that was, of course, a huge 'yes'. For every failed date, for each creep that tried pushing her too far, Mimi wore black, and acted like a beaten puppy until said creep was being glared at and threatened. This time, however, it was an unnecessary step. Each time Chris Tagami saw either of them in the hallway, he stopped and moved as close to the far wall as possible.
*I heard they stopped asking about his face the first time he slammed some poor kid into the locker.* She snickered, and Mimi took it for approval of her own scheme.
"Anyway, as soon as Friday gets here, I'm going to go get the rinse, and take my hair back to blonde." That surprised Sora.
"Why? You always leave it up for a couple of weeks. Thursday will barely have been a week."
Instead of answering directly, Mimi leaned closer, her mouth by Sora's ear, and her breath hot on the other girl's neck. "Did you know that there's a bet on whether or not I die...down there?"
Sora drew back quickly, her face flaming at both the question, and the thoughts it invoked. Mimi looked at her face, and nodded sagely, assuming that it was embarrassment at the question, and not at the answer Sora never gave her.
"So, I'm going to stop dying my hair all-together, and I've given up on guys." Her eyes, resembling cherry-colored wood, were serious and earnest. Sincere.
On impulse, Sora hugged her. Despite her friend's appearance of calm, for Mimi to give up two of the things that had previously brought her the most joy, she had to be feeling rather low. "I'm glad for you, Mim. You don't need your hair colored, or a guy on your arm. You're a wonderful, beautiful person without all that jazz."
She drew back, and saw that Mimi's eyes were watering, and she was slightly flushed. "Thanks, Sora. I have to go to the bathroom, before my makeup melts off." She hurried away, dodging through the crowd of people towards the restroom. She passed Tai and Matt on the way, and both teens looked at Sora in question.
"Don't worry. She's better today, than Saturday." Saying alot, since she had blusterd over Tagami, and blubbered on and on about Sora' defending her vanity'. Matt and Tai had snickered quietly at her choice of wording. Sora had simply stopped the smile from forming, and had nodded, though it had been more of Mimi's pride and reputation she had saved.
"That's a good thing." Matt opened his locker, which was beside hers. Tai's was on his other side. The brunette tried to pull his open, too, but ended up tugging in it uselessly. With a smirk and a roll of his eyes, Matt hit the locker once with the palm of his hand, and then pulled it open. Tai glared at him.
"Jerk." He pulled his stuff out roughly, ignoring the pile of broken pencils that rolled out.
"Excuse me, I opened your locker for you. And now I'm a jerk?" Matt shut his locker, putting his hands on his hips in a stubborn manner. Sora rolled her eyes, not up to another display of macho pride, ringed with denial.
"You're a jerk, darling, simply because Tai's unoriginal, inept, and ungracious." She watched in satisfaction as Tai's jaw dropped. "Of course, that's what makes him so wonderful and sweet. We wouldn't have you any other way, Tai, dear." She slipped between the two boys, patted his cheek, smiled at Matt, and walked away.
*Testosterone levels are running high, today. That means that they should be trying to kill either each other, or somebody else at lunch today.* It was odd, really, how well she had adapted to the thought of them being an item. If they ever got that far.
An arm slipped around her waist, and she resisted the urge to scream in frustration. Instead, she smiled and pulled away. "You have a class to go to, Matt. I'm not going to be the reason that you're late for another class this semester. That's a detention for you, and a serious chewing-out from my parents."
He sighed, trying to give her the puppy-dog eyest that Tai had mastered years ago. He still didn't get it. "But, Sora, baby-"
"Ishida Yamato, stop wheedling this second, turn around, and go to class. Otherwise, Tai will be only to happy to let the teacher know that you aren't there."
He stood up straight suddenly, and turned to where the brunette was entering the classroom that they shared. He looked at her, the door, back at her, and then at the door again. "I'll see you later."
*Oh, yes, I am good.* She grinned as he hurried through the thinning crowd of students. A look at her watch made her frown. She'd be lucky if she wasn't late for class. *And it'll be -my- next detention!*
Damn Ishida Yamato for being in denial, and Yagami Taichi for not owning up to his own feelings!