An Appealing Crush Part 3- Tinkerbelle
Author's notes: Hey hey, thanks for the feed back. I appreciate it. Um, I'll be writing a lot more now, I just found out I have a Ovarian cyst and an enlarged ovary. It sucks, and I am officially removed from the Dance Team for medical conditions, (I might have surgery). I am depressed because of this, I love to dance, I'm very dedicated to it. In this chapter (or the next) , I'm going to talk about dedication, because you never really realize what you are really dedicated to until that something is taken away from you. That's all for now. Happy Holidays! Also, I'm thinking about adding to my fic, Disunity. Read it, and tell me what you think!
An Appealing Crush Part 3- Tinkerbelle
* Right where we left off *
The apartment was warm when the girls arrived. The atmosphere was cozy, comfortable, and snug… for Michiru. But for Makoto on the other hand…,
"H-h-h-h-ave a seat." Makoto managed to stutter, turning on a lamp on the coffee table.
"Thanks…. My, you have an adorable apartment, Makoto." Michiru wrung her hair, it was very damp by the time they had been able to reach the apartment. The shower had turned into a hard rain, and it had gotten quite cold out. Michiru fingered her damp clothes.
"Makoto?" Makoto jolted, bumping into the coffee table.
"W-w-w-ha yes, Michiru" The poor brunette answered, melting to the sound of Michiru saying her name.
"Do you mind of if I take a shower and perhaps get out of these wet things?" Makoto's green eyes flashed.
"Oh sure! Yes! Of course." The taller girl said. "I'm so stupid for not asking you. I'm terribly sorry." Makoto babbled on. Michiru rose to her feet, and Makoto led her to her bathroom. Makoto placed a pair of leggings and her favorite sweater atop the counter for her.
"Thank you very much." Said Michiru, stepping in. "Are all of you girls this sweet?" Makoto blushed timidly, and Michiru closed the door. Makoto also changed her clothes, then hurried to the kitchen to make tea, quite pleased with herself. No sooner did Makoto put water in the kettle, did the phone ring.
"Moshi Moshi?" She answered cheerfully. Fits of giggling could be heard on the other line.
"Mako Chan, you took Michiru San home, you FOX!" Minako giggled. Makoto sighed, jadedly.
"Alright, Nosy, who told you?"
"Rei and Usagi." Minako reported.
"It figures." Makoto muttered.
"So where is the enchantress now, pray tell?"
"In the shower."
"In the shower?" Minako screamed into the ear piece. Makoto winced. "Hey guys! Mako-Chan already got Michiru San in the shower!" Shrieks of giggling could now be heard.
"Will you shut up?!?!" Makoto yelled at her friend. "Who the hell is over there?" The bathroom door opened.
"Makoto San?" Oh no.
"I have to go." Makoto whispered furiously into the receiver. "Don't you dare call me back!" Makoto slammed down the phone and dashed to the bathroom. She knocked timidly. "Yes?"
"Makoto San, I was wondering where you kept your towels."
"The towels?" Asked Makoto. "In the white cabinet."
"Where?"
"In the white cabinet." Makoto repeated.
"I still don't see it."
"It's there." Makoto reassured her.
"Would you mind coming in here and helping me find it?" Makoto gulped, considering this. If she went in, Michiru was probably naked, and thus Makoto probably would never be able to sleep the same at night or perhaps die of anxiousness first. If she didn't go in, however, she would probably lose her perhaps only chance to see a Venus naked. She considered this. Her hand reached for the doorknob. She tightened her grip around it, and took a deep breath.
"OH! Here they are! Never mind, Makoto San!" Michiru called cheerily. There is a god, Makoto told herself, releasing her breath. He just doesn't seem to care for me much. Makoto hurried back to the kitchen and tended to the tea. Just as the kettle began to whistle, a smiling Michiru was waiting at Makoto's kitchen table. Makoto grinned at the smiling divinity.
"You look refreshed." She managed to say, sounding like a normal person for a change. Makoto handed Michiru a cup and placed a plate full of cookies before her.
"I am." Said Michiru taking a sip of the tea. "Thanks ever so much."
"It's my pleasure." Said Makoto. You have no idea how much it is, Makoto said to herself. Makoto carried a cup of tea for herself to the table and set opposite Michiru.
"I've never been to your house." Michiru said, looking around. "It's charming." Makoto smiled in reply. "It suits you well." Michiru continued. "Have you always lived alone?" Makoto nodded solemnly.
"For years now."
"Aren't you lonely?" Asked Michiru, reaching for a cookie.
"Not as much as I used to be." Said Makoto, starting to feel at ease. "Sometimes I am. It's very difficult and…" She paused briefly. "It's just, well, I don't think you would really understand loneliness." Makoto's quivering hands fidgeted in her lap. "I mean, you're constantly surrounded by people who love you." Michiru's blue eyes seemed to dim for a minute, but her expression didn't change.
"You'd be surprised." Was all that escaped her lips.
"Let's talk about something else." Makoto offered. The carried on a pleasant conversation for about half an hour, and then they decided to move to the living room to start a fire. Just as Makoto was searching for a match, the phone rang again.
"Moshi Moshi?" She answered, cautiously.
"Kino Makoto!" Rei scolded into the receiver. "I'm surprised with you! After all we have done for you, you didn't call to give us the juicy details! What kind of friend are you?"
"She is still here." Makoto growled into the phone.
"Well you better let me know all about it later." Said Rei, bossily. Squabbling could be heard.
"Me too!" Usagi piped up from the background. More squabbling.
"Makoto San is she pretty naked?" Asked Minako.
"Don't call me again!" Makoto screamed into the receiver. "Good Night!" Makoto marched away from the phone, sorry she didn't unplug the damn thing.
"Makoto San?" Asked Michiru. "Anything wrong?"
"Just some stupid salesman." The brunette replied. "So annoying."
"Ahh." The aqua headed girl nodded in agreement. The fire was started and Makoto turned on the radio to an American station. They seemed to be celebrating a holiday called, 'Christmas'. Makoto and Michiru sat on the love seat, listening to the soft melodies.
"You know," Began Makoto. "even though I have no idea what they are singing about, I think this is one of the prettiest songs I've heard."
"Mhmm." Said Michiru. "Have yourself a merry little Christmas…." She sang softly. This is heaven, Makoto told herself. Heaven on earth. Lean back a little bit more, Michiru, ahh… there you go. Please get close to me… please let me get close to you…
The telephone rang again. Makoto growled to herself as Michiru sat up, and moved so Makoto could get up and answer the phone. The aqua headed girl had placed her head in Makoto's lap, relaxing to the music as Makoto played with the ocean's waves*. The telephone ringing startled the both of them. Makoto grabbed the phone violently, (Michiru was out of sight of course : P)
"I told you not to call me again!" She shouted into the phone.
"Nani?" A husky voice replied. "Makoto San?" An electric buzz flowed through her. It was Haruka!
"Hai? Konnichiwa Haruka." Makoto said with false pleasantness.
"Is Michiru there?" Asked Haruka briskly.
"Why, yes." Said Makoto, biting her lip. "We were just talking about having some di…"
"Tell her I'm on my way to pick her up." Interrupted Haruka. "I'm sorry to spoil your little plans, but Michiru and I have some things to do." A click was heard, and the dial tone rang in Makoto's ear. She trudged to the living room.
"Haruka is picking you up shortly." Said Makoto solemnly.
"Nani?" Asked Michiru. "She didn't even ask if I was ready to leave?" Makoto shook her head.
"She just said that you two had some things to do."
"Right… let me help her wash her car." Fumed Michiru. "I'm not going home with her." Michiru looked for her coat, and her own clothes.
"Where are you going?" Asked Makoto.
"Oh, I'm going home." Answered Michiru. "But not with Haruka." Michiru stormed off in the direction of the telephone, but then strode back.
"May I use your phone?" She asked politely.
"Of course." Said Makoto, with an amused, concerned look on her face. Michiru picked up the phone, dialed a number.
"Haruka, it's me." Michiru said calmly to the phone. "…….No, I don't want you to come and get me. …. Because. ….. I'm not ready to come home…… Oh really?! I'm so sorry….. Well you know what? .. It's about time you started doing some things on your own. And don't forget to do that thing for Hotaru. …….. I'll be home shortly, but don't expect to speak to me. ……. Bye." Michiru hung up the phone in a respectful manner, said her thanks to Makoto, and promised the girl she would come and visit her soon. Wrapping her light jacket around her and giving Makoto a little wink, Michiru strolled out of the apartment. Makoto stood watch at the window, watching Michiru hail a taxi, and driving in the direction of her home.
Makoto hung her head. Tonight was so magical. She smelled like Michiru. She could still her warm presence in the apartment. And now that beautiful wonderful girl was at home… getting mad at her girlfriend. Makoto cringed. As much as she despised and disliked Haruka (at the present moment), she had no choice to feel sorry for her. Who would like to get into an argument with such a pretty face? For the first time tonight, Makoto felt privileged to see the side of Michiru, that wasn't over shadowed by Haruka's dominate personality. Tonight, she saw everything that she hoped Michiru was. It was everything she had ever hoped she could be. But, tonight, she could tell by some of Michiru's expressions and mutters of bitterness that something else was on her mind. And that was probably Haruka. Tough love, she thought. Makoto sat in her plush chair, and tried to think of all the people she knew who were in love. Not many. Usagi and Mamoru? Puppy love. Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman? Divorced. Luna and Artemis? Let's try to think within my own species. Michiru and Haruka? How could there be any love if Haruka is sleeping around? She could think of an American movie she and Minako and Usagi had gone to see, it was about a perfect couple. She could only remember that Usagi had started bawling during the movie and the lyrics to the ending credits. What an appropriate song for her current situation.
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long, long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time
to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain
Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...
on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you
Sometimes I need some time...on my own
Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...
on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one.
Inspiration.
Makoto ran a brush through her hair, and grabbed her coat. Determined, she grabbed the door knob and threw open the door. She knew what she wanted to do.
-Fin Part 3-
Author's notes: I only got 2 reviews for part II. I KNOW more people read it than 2. Come on, people, where is the love? Where is the holiday spirit? I need some help here! Email Tinkerbelle270@hotmail.com or gorgeousmichiru17@yahoo.com I need some help and I need it now! Come on! Did you like this chapter?
Author's notes: Hey hey, thanks for the feed back. I appreciate it. Um, I'll be writing a lot more now, I just found out I have a Ovarian cyst and an enlarged ovary. It sucks, and I am officially removed from the Dance Team for medical conditions, (I might have surgery). I am depressed because of this, I love to dance, I'm very dedicated to it. In this chapter (or the next) , I'm going to talk about dedication, because you never really realize what you are really dedicated to until that something is taken away from you. That's all for now. Happy Holidays! Also, I'm thinking about adding to my fic, Disunity. Read it, and tell me what you think!
An Appealing Crush Part 3- Tinkerbelle
* Right where we left off *
The apartment was warm when the girls arrived. The atmosphere was cozy, comfortable, and snug… for Michiru. But for Makoto on the other hand…,
"H-h-h-h-ave a seat." Makoto managed to stutter, turning on a lamp on the coffee table.
"Thanks…. My, you have an adorable apartment, Makoto." Michiru wrung her hair, it was very damp by the time they had been able to reach the apartment. The shower had turned into a hard rain, and it had gotten quite cold out. Michiru fingered her damp clothes.
"Makoto?" Makoto jolted, bumping into the coffee table.
"W-w-w-ha yes, Michiru" The poor brunette answered, melting to the sound of Michiru saying her name.
"Do you mind of if I take a shower and perhaps get out of these wet things?" Makoto's green eyes flashed.
"Oh sure! Yes! Of course." The taller girl said. "I'm so stupid for not asking you. I'm terribly sorry." Makoto babbled on. Michiru rose to her feet, and Makoto led her to her bathroom. Makoto placed a pair of leggings and her favorite sweater atop the counter for her.
"Thank you very much." Said Michiru, stepping in. "Are all of you girls this sweet?" Makoto blushed timidly, and Michiru closed the door. Makoto also changed her clothes, then hurried to the kitchen to make tea, quite pleased with herself. No sooner did Makoto put water in the kettle, did the phone ring.
"Moshi Moshi?" She answered cheerfully. Fits of giggling could be heard on the other line.
"Mako Chan, you took Michiru San home, you FOX!" Minako giggled. Makoto sighed, jadedly.
"Alright, Nosy, who told you?"
"Rei and Usagi." Minako reported.
"It figures." Makoto muttered.
"So where is the enchantress now, pray tell?"
"In the shower."
"In the shower?" Minako screamed into the ear piece. Makoto winced. "Hey guys! Mako-Chan already got Michiru San in the shower!" Shrieks of giggling could now be heard.
"Will you shut up?!?!" Makoto yelled at her friend. "Who the hell is over there?" The bathroom door opened.
"Makoto San?" Oh no.
"I have to go." Makoto whispered furiously into the receiver. "Don't you dare call me back!" Makoto slammed down the phone and dashed to the bathroom. She knocked timidly. "Yes?"
"Makoto San, I was wondering where you kept your towels."
"The towels?" Asked Makoto. "In the white cabinet."
"Where?"
"In the white cabinet." Makoto repeated.
"I still don't see it."
"It's there." Makoto reassured her.
"Would you mind coming in here and helping me find it?" Makoto gulped, considering this. If she went in, Michiru was probably naked, and thus Makoto probably would never be able to sleep the same at night or perhaps die of anxiousness first. If she didn't go in, however, she would probably lose her perhaps only chance to see a Venus naked. She considered this. Her hand reached for the doorknob. She tightened her grip around it, and took a deep breath.
"OH! Here they are! Never mind, Makoto San!" Michiru called cheerily. There is a god, Makoto told herself, releasing her breath. He just doesn't seem to care for me much. Makoto hurried back to the kitchen and tended to the tea. Just as the kettle began to whistle, a smiling Michiru was waiting at Makoto's kitchen table. Makoto grinned at the smiling divinity.
"You look refreshed." She managed to say, sounding like a normal person for a change. Makoto handed Michiru a cup and placed a plate full of cookies before her.
"I am." Said Michiru taking a sip of the tea. "Thanks ever so much."
"It's my pleasure." Said Makoto. You have no idea how much it is, Makoto said to herself. Makoto carried a cup of tea for herself to the table and set opposite Michiru.
"I've never been to your house." Michiru said, looking around. "It's charming." Makoto smiled in reply. "It suits you well." Michiru continued. "Have you always lived alone?" Makoto nodded solemnly.
"For years now."
"Aren't you lonely?" Asked Michiru, reaching for a cookie.
"Not as much as I used to be." Said Makoto, starting to feel at ease. "Sometimes I am. It's very difficult and…" She paused briefly. "It's just, well, I don't think you would really understand loneliness." Makoto's quivering hands fidgeted in her lap. "I mean, you're constantly surrounded by people who love you." Michiru's blue eyes seemed to dim for a minute, but her expression didn't change.
"You'd be surprised." Was all that escaped her lips.
"Let's talk about something else." Makoto offered. The carried on a pleasant conversation for about half an hour, and then they decided to move to the living room to start a fire. Just as Makoto was searching for a match, the phone rang again.
"Moshi Moshi?" She answered, cautiously.
"Kino Makoto!" Rei scolded into the receiver. "I'm surprised with you! After all we have done for you, you didn't call to give us the juicy details! What kind of friend are you?"
"She is still here." Makoto growled into the phone.
"Well you better let me know all about it later." Said Rei, bossily. Squabbling could be heard.
"Me too!" Usagi piped up from the background. More squabbling.
"Makoto San is she pretty naked?" Asked Minako.
"Don't call me again!" Makoto screamed into the receiver. "Good Night!" Makoto marched away from the phone, sorry she didn't unplug the damn thing.
"Makoto San?" Asked Michiru. "Anything wrong?"
"Just some stupid salesman." The brunette replied. "So annoying."
"Ahh." The aqua headed girl nodded in agreement. The fire was started and Makoto turned on the radio to an American station. They seemed to be celebrating a holiday called, 'Christmas'. Makoto and Michiru sat on the love seat, listening to the soft melodies.
"You know," Began Makoto. "even though I have no idea what they are singing about, I think this is one of the prettiest songs I've heard."
"Mhmm." Said Michiru. "Have yourself a merry little Christmas…." She sang softly. This is heaven, Makoto told herself. Heaven on earth. Lean back a little bit more, Michiru, ahh… there you go. Please get close to me… please let me get close to you…
The telephone rang again. Makoto growled to herself as Michiru sat up, and moved so Makoto could get up and answer the phone. The aqua headed girl had placed her head in Makoto's lap, relaxing to the music as Makoto played with the ocean's waves*. The telephone ringing startled the both of them. Makoto grabbed the phone violently, (Michiru was out of sight of course : P)
"I told you not to call me again!" She shouted into the phone.
"Nani?" A husky voice replied. "Makoto San?" An electric buzz flowed through her. It was Haruka!
"Hai? Konnichiwa Haruka." Makoto said with false pleasantness.
"Is Michiru there?" Asked Haruka briskly.
"Why, yes." Said Makoto, biting her lip. "We were just talking about having some di…"
"Tell her I'm on my way to pick her up." Interrupted Haruka. "I'm sorry to spoil your little plans, but Michiru and I have some things to do." A click was heard, and the dial tone rang in Makoto's ear. She trudged to the living room.
"Haruka is picking you up shortly." Said Makoto solemnly.
"Nani?" Asked Michiru. "She didn't even ask if I was ready to leave?" Makoto shook her head.
"She just said that you two had some things to do."
"Right… let me help her wash her car." Fumed Michiru. "I'm not going home with her." Michiru looked for her coat, and her own clothes.
"Where are you going?" Asked Makoto.
"Oh, I'm going home." Answered Michiru. "But not with Haruka." Michiru stormed off in the direction of the telephone, but then strode back.
"May I use your phone?" She asked politely.
"Of course." Said Makoto, with an amused, concerned look on her face. Michiru picked up the phone, dialed a number.
"Haruka, it's me." Michiru said calmly to the phone. "…….No, I don't want you to come and get me. …. Because. ….. I'm not ready to come home…… Oh really?! I'm so sorry….. Well you know what? .. It's about time you started doing some things on your own. And don't forget to do that thing for Hotaru. …….. I'll be home shortly, but don't expect to speak to me. ……. Bye." Michiru hung up the phone in a respectful manner, said her thanks to Makoto, and promised the girl she would come and visit her soon. Wrapping her light jacket around her and giving Makoto a little wink, Michiru strolled out of the apartment. Makoto stood watch at the window, watching Michiru hail a taxi, and driving in the direction of her home.
Makoto hung her head. Tonight was so magical. She smelled like Michiru. She could still her warm presence in the apartment. And now that beautiful wonderful girl was at home… getting mad at her girlfriend. Makoto cringed. As much as she despised and disliked Haruka (at the present moment), she had no choice to feel sorry for her. Who would like to get into an argument with such a pretty face? For the first time tonight, Makoto felt privileged to see the side of Michiru, that wasn't over shadowed by Haruka's dominate personality. Tonight, she saw everything that she hoped Michiru was. It was everything she had ever hoped she could be. But, tonight, she could tell by some of Michiru's expressions and mutters of bitterness that something else was on her mind. And that was probably Haruka. Tough love, she thought. Makoto sat in her plush chair, and tried to think of all the people she knew who were in love. Not many. Usagi and Mamoru? Puppy love. Tom Cruise and Nicole Kidman? Divorced. Luna and Artemis? Let's try to think within my own species. Michiru and Haruka? How could there be any love if Haruka is sleeping around? She could think of an American movie she and Minako and Usagi had gone to see, it was about a perfect couple. She could only remember that Usagi had started bawling during the movie and the lyrics to the ending credits. What an appropriate song for her current situation.
When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
We've been through this such a long, long time
Just tryin' to kill the pain
But lovers always come and lovers always go
An no one's really sure who's lettin' go today
Walking away
If we could take the time
to lay it on the line
I could rest my head
Just knowin' that you were mine
All mine
So if you want to love me
then darlin' don't refrain
Or I'll just end up walkin'
In the cold November rain
Do you need some time...on your own
Do you need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...
on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
I know it's hard to keep an open heart
When even friends seem out to harm you
But if you could heal a broken heart
Wouldn't time be out to charm you
Sometimes I need some time...on my own
Sometimes I need some time...all alone
Everybody needs some time...
on their own
Don't you know you need some time...all alone
And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain
Don't ya think that you need somebody
Don't ya think that you need someone
Everybody needs somebody
You're not the only one
You're not the only one.
Inspiration.
Makoto ran a brush through her hair, and grabbed her coat. Determined, she grabbed the door knob and threw open the door. She knew what she wanted to do.
-Fin Part 3-
Author's notes: I only got 2 reviews for part II. I KNOW more people read it than 2. Come on, people, where is the love? Where is the holiday spirit? I need some help here! Email Tinkerbelle270@hotmail.com or gorgeousmichiru17@yahoo.com I need some help and I need it now! Come on! Did you like this chapter?