Disclaimers: Mimi, Izzy and digimon are not my property. (unfortuneatly!)
Author's notes: Mimi's POV
I sigh inwardly. The snow falling outside just got heavier, its going to take me longer to get home now, I know. In the background, the chatter of other customers and the cheapy, dollar store brand of holiday music is giving me a migraine the size of Texas. The booth chair that I'm sitting on is a little too hard for my taste. I shift, trying to get comfortable, even though I know it's useless.The blasted chair couldn't get any harder.My gaze falls to my coffee on the table in front of me. My reflection staring back at me, Damn, I look like crap. I reach back and tie my loose hair in a clip.
A painfully high pitched giggle makes me look up. It was the waitress. She was a petite girl and as I'm watching her, my eyes flit back and forth as she skips from table to table taking orders. Great, on top of everything, I'm dizzy now. Before I know it, she bounced herself over my way.
" Hi!! My name is Terry, is everything alrighty here? Is there anything else I can help you with?"
I leaned back in my chair, wincing at her cheerfulness. I blinked. Twice. With out moving, I responded.
"Uh, no, nothing..... Eh, can I have my check please?"
She pouted.
" Awww, leaving already? Thats ok. Here's your check. Goodbye and Merry Christmas!"
Before she left, I grabbed her wrist.
" Is there any chance that your taking Prozac?"
It was her turn to blink. She was confused, poor kid probably doesnt even know what Prozac is. I sighed out loud now and let go of her wrist.
" Never mind."
She shrugged and skipped over to a booth with an elderly couple a few feet away from me. I paid and turned to leave.The door chimes rang sweetly as I exited the small cafe. The sudden blast of cold air caught me by surprise and I pulled the collar of my coat up higher.Anyone who truly knows me, knows that I hate walking home. Well, I dont even have to tell you how much I hate walking home in 2 feet of snow as I am unfortuneatly doing now.
Stuffing my hands in the deep pockets, I feel something. I dont want to take my hand out, so I try to figure out what it is by shifting it around my fingers. Its thin, and old too. I can feel the wrinkles on the suface as I ran my fingers across it. I stop walking, I cant stand it anymore so I pull it out to see, and I smile. It's a picture of me and my friends from when I used to live in Japan.The edges have slowly withered with age but you can see everyone's face clearly.
I ran my finger over every face as I said their name in my head. Tai, Matt, Davis,Ken, T.K., Kari, Yolei, Cody, Joe, Sora, and Izzy. Izzy. I miss him the most you know ? A couple of years ago when I had to move from Japan to America I told him I liked him . Right there in the middle of the airport, I told him. I never knew I had that much courage.
With my mom at the boarding gate rushing me on and behind me my friends giving me quick last goodbyes, I had to do it quick. I walked right up to him, told him and kissed him square in the lips.
I was sure I was blushing head to toe but I didnt care. I ended the kiss and rushed to the boarding gate, never looking back. Years later in America, or here I should say, that was the one thing I regretted. I told the person I like most how I felt and ran for the hills. I would never know what his reaction was. Wether it was a surprised smile or a disgusted expression. I would never know that if I should come back to Japan that we would have a chance at something more than friendship.Thats the one thing I regret today, the fact that I never looked back.
~~ Owari~~
Hey peeps! read and review if you would like a sequel!
Author's notes: Mimi's POV
I sigh inwardly. The snow falling outside just got heavier, its going to take me longer to get home now, I know. In the background, the chatter of other customers and the cheapy, dollar store brand of holiday music is giving me a migraine the size of Texas. The booth chair that I'm sitting on is a little too hard for my taste. I shift, trying to get comfortable, even though I know it's useless.The blasted chair couldn't get any harder.My gaze falls to my coffee on the table in front of me. My reflection staring back at me, Damn, I look like crap. I reach back and tie my loose hair in a clip.
A painfully high pitched giggle makes me look up. It was the waitress. She was a petite girl and as I'm watching her, my eyes flit back and forth as she skips from table to table taking orders. Great, on top of everything, I'm dizzy now. Before I know it, she bounced herself over my way.
" Hi!! My name is Terry, is everything alrighty here? Is there anything else I can help you with?"
I leaned back in my chair, wincing at her cheerfulness. I blinked. Twice. With out moving, I responded.
"Uh, no, nothing..... Eh, can I have my check please?"
She pouted.
" Awww, leaving already? Thats ok. Here's your check. Goodbye and Merry Christmas!"
Before she left, I grabbed her wrist.
" Is there any chance that your taking Prozac?"
It was her turn to blink. She was confused, poor kid probably doesnt even know what Prozac is. I sighed out loud now and let go of her wrist.
" Never mind."
She shrugged and skipped over to a booth with an elderly couple a few feet away from me. I paid and turned to leave.The door chimes rang sweetly as I exited the small cafe. The sudden blast of cold air caught me by surprise and I pulled the collar of my coat up higher.Anyone who truly knows me, knows that I hate walking home. Well, I dont even have to tell you how much I hate walking home in 2 feet of snow as I am unfortuneatly doing now.
Stuffing my hands in the deep pockets, I feel something. I dont want to take my hand out, so I try to figure out what it is by shifting it around my fingers. Its thin, and old too. I can feel the wrinkles on the suface as I ran my fingers across it. I stop walking, I cant stand it anymore so I pull it out to see, and I smile. It's a picture of me and my friends from when I used to live in Japan.The edges have slowly withered with age but you can see everyone's face clearly.
I ran my finger over every face as I said their name in my head. Tai, Matt, Davis,Ken, T.K., Kari, Yolei, Cody, Joe, Sora, and Izzy. Izzy. I miss him the most you know ? A couple of years ago when I had to move from Japan to America I told him I liked him . Right there in the middle of the airport, I told him. I never knew I had that much courage.
With my mom at the boarding gate rushing me on and behind me my friends giving me quick last goodbyes, I had to do it quick. I walked right up to him, told him and kissed him square in the lips.
I was sure I was blushing head to toe but I didnt care. I ended the kiss and rushed to the boarding gate, never looking back. Years later in America, or here I should say, that was the one thing I regretted. I told the person I like most how I felt and ran for the hills. I would never know what his reaction was. Wether it was a surprised smile or a disgusted expression. I would never know that if I should come back to Japan that we would have a chance at something more than friendship.Thats the one thing I regret today, the fact that I never looked back.
~~ Owari~~
Hey peeps! read and review if you would like a sequel!