First Thursday Miyako doesn't have her crutches

"Hold still! How am I supposed to draw your portrait if you keep moving?" Miyako asked Daisuke, who was deliberately moving just to annoy her. He chuckled.
"When is this due?"
"Tomorrow."
"Then why did you wait until today to draw it?"
"First I had to find someone to pose for me."
"What, like this?" Daisuke got up off the chair, unbuttoned the shirt that Miyako got him (He wore it every Thursday now), placed one foot on the chair, ran his hand through his already messy hair, and smiled at her. Miyako dropped her pencil and stared at him for a minute. She blushed, grabbed her pencil from off the floor, and turned to a new page in her sketchbook. She quickly sketched him, and smiled to herself.
*Now I have his picture forever. It's like eye candy! * She drew little hearts on the page, and signed her name 'Motomiya Miyako' at the bottom.
"Are you done?" Daisuke asked, and sat on the chair.
"Yeah." she said, still staring at it. Daisuke came over.
"Let me see." He said, and went to look at it. Miyako closed the sketchbook.
"No." she quickly replied.
"Aw, come on. It's my picture. I wanna see." He reached for the book.
"No." she pulled the book out of his reach, shoved it down the side of the couch, and sat against it. Daisuke leaned over her, pinning her to the couch, and grabbed the book. Miyako grabbed the other side of it and pulled to try and get it back. After a futile struggle, Daisuke got the book and sat on the other side of the couch. He opened it to the picture Miyako had just finished.
"Hey, you drew me better than I… " His voice trailed off when he saw the signature. Miyako closed her eyes. *Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, he's going to freak out, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! What am I gonna do? * Miyako panicked in her head. What she did next was unexpected for both of then. She opened her eyes, moved down the couch and kissed Daisuke. He dropped the sketchbook. Even though it was for only a few moments, to Miyako it seemed like an eternity. She pulled back and looked at Daisuke. He just sat there, a surprised look on his face. She could feel her face burn bright red.
"I don't… I mean… I just…" she started, but was cut off when Daisuke leaned forward and kissed her. At first she just sat there, but then she wrapped her arms around his neck. Daisuke pulled back, and looked at her. Miyako opened her mouth to say something, but all she could utter was "Wow". Daisuke smiled at her.
"You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that."
"You've kissed me before though. In my kitchen."
"For about five seconds. I wanted to be able to kiss you like this." Daisuke leaned in again and kissed her for five minutes. He pulled back again.
"You realize that every Thursday we end up doing almost anything except studying." Miyako grinned.
"You want to study?!"
"I never said that." She replied, and kissed him again.
"At this rate, we're going to fail all our subjects." Miyako said.
"Except biology." He replied.
"Then let's study biology a little more. If we're gonna pass something, we might as well get A's." she grinned, and pulled him completely on top of her as she kissed him. Miyako parted her lips, and Daisuke took this as the perfect opportunity to show her how good he was at French kissing. He proved to be a little to enthusiastic, as Miyako almost choked and sat up, coughing.
"Are you ok?" Daisuke asked, worried.
"I'll be alright." Miyako finished coughing and smiled at him. "You're a better kisser than I thought you would be though." She leaned to kiss him, but he pulled back.
"What do you mean a better kisser than you thought I would be?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes."
"I didn't think you would have much practice based on how many dates you've had."
"Like you've had more dates than me." He replied. Miyako go off the couch.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I just mean that not many people would want to go on a date with you, that's all." He replied, also getting off the couch.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Let's just say that your manners aren't the best."
"Oh, and you mister 'spill and drool over everything and steal other's food when they aren't looking' 's table manners are any better." She shot back.
"I do not steal other people's food!"
"No, you just 'borrow' it." She said sarcastically, crossing her arms.
"Oh shut up."
"Don't tell me to shut up!"
"Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot. You don't know how."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
"Miss 'blah, blah, blah' all day long. You don't know how to do anything else." Daisuke replied, gesturing with his hands two talking mouths. The two were now yelling at each other and weren't thinking what they were saying anymore, just saying the first insult that came to mind.
"At least I can think enough to be able to talk. All you think about is food, sleep and how to be a jerk to everyone except maybe Ken because he's one of the few people who can somehow put up with your neanderthal behavior."
"I don't have to think to be around you, you Barbie wannabe. All you understand is neanderthal behavior."
"Oh, so now you want to go out with a Barbie wannabe huh?"
"Who the hell said I wanted to go out with you?"
"I thought maybe you bad kissing was a clue." She yelled.
"That's the problem. You tried to think and it hurt your head. The only reason I was kissing you was to get some." He yelled back. She raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
"Get out of my house." She yelled, and grabbed his stuff and threw it out the door.
"Gladly!" he replied, and slammed the door behind him. Miyako slumped to the floor, tears starting to stream down her face.
*What have I done? The one thing I wanted most just walked out the door forever.*



Daisuke started home, but halfway there, changed his mind. He turned, and went to Ken's house.
*I hope he's home. * Daisuke thought as he ran up the steps to Ken's apartment. Mrs. Ichijouzi answered the door.
"Hello Daisuke dear. Ken's in his room." She smiled at him.
"Thank you." Daisuke said, passed her and walked into Ken's room without knocking. Ken was on the computer typing.
"Did you ask her yet? Shut the door behind you Daisuke." Ken said without taking his eyes off the screen. After Daisuke's first three visits, he just barged into Ken's room without knocking, so Ken was used to it. Daisuke grabbed the edge to Ken's bed, pulled himself up and lay down.
"You really should use the ladder." Ken said, still typing.
"Screw the fucking ladder." Daisuke replied, kicking it over with a loud crash. "Why do you still have that stupid thing? You don't need it anymore. You're taller than I am, and I'm 5'11"! " Ken turned around and looked at Daisuke.
"She said no, didn't she?" he said softy.
"No." Daisuke replied.
"Then what happened?" Ken got up and stood beside the bed, looking at Daisuke. Daisuke explained what happened.
"Oh Daisuke…" Ken started.
"What? Are you gonna tell me I'm an idiot? Huh? And that I screw everything up? Well I know that already! So just leave me alone!" Daisuke yelled at Ken, and rolled over to face the wall.
"Daisuke, you don't screw everything up."
"Yes I do, and you know it!" Ken touched Daisuke's back, and Daisuke turned over.
"I'm sure that Miyako still likes you."
"Ken, I told her the only reason I was kissing her was to get some! If you were her, would you ever talk to me again?"
"Daisuke, will you listen…" Ken started, but Daisuke rolled back over.
"Just, just leave me alone." He curled up into a ball. Ken sat back down at his computer and went back to typing. He heard Daisuke start to cry to himself and cover it up.
*As much as I like Miyako, if she keeps him this miserable, I'm gonna seriously hurt her. * Ken thought, listening to Daisuke. *And I mean bad. *