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Surprisingly, or not, K dragged me to a movie. The thing is, since it's dark, no one can recognize you.
At least that's the theory.
Sometimes, I want to melt into the floor and disappear. Like now. I amend that as I look down, not melting into a theatre floor, thank you. Apparently you don't need to wish to become a permanent part of it, all you have to do is fall down and you'll be stuck for life. It took K almost ten minutes to find two seats relatively close together that could be pried apart despite the gum and we settled in sans junk food since we'd had just eaten and I couldn't eat anything but the popcorn anyways.
It was awful, so midway through, K went to the concession stand and purchased some popcorn, chocolate covered almonds, and three packs of gum as well as two jumbo root beer. Straws and napkins included, of course. None of it was consumed, but by the time we left, two more seats had been cemented to their backs and I found myself laughing again. Mostly at the guy in front of us who failed to remove all the spit wads sent his way. The credits were better than the movie, only by virtue of the fact they were playing Break Through. I like to listen to my own music, okay?
On the way out, the little demon that had been pushed to the deepest part of my psyche made itself known with two litres of still chill root beer soaking into Bad Luck's manager's shirt as it dripped from blond hair. K turned around, and I knew I was dead.
"Um, he did it?" I pointed to the guy standing next to me, only realizing seconds later that it was a poster advertising the shittiest movie to ever exist, which we had just seen.
If they have awards for dumb moves, I think I just became a runner up. K pushed me back through what people hadn't left completely during the actual movie and up towards the front of the theatre where the ground was level, his eyebrow twitching the entire way. It was then I realized that he, too, had the drink and some junk in his possession. I felt my eyes open to their full extent and gasped as the most evil smirk I have ever seen cross K's face was pushed into existence. It was beautiful and horrible at the same time, kinda like a cow giving birth. The next thing I knew I was ice cold and drenched.
K's much bigger than I am, so what dripped from his head utterly soaked me.
And it was COLD.
I haven't screamed since I was six, but I did then. That smirk hadn't faded and I suddenly found my sopping wet shirt pulled over my head just far enough to completely immobilize me and block my vision.
The remnants of the almonds were placed in my conveniently gaping beltline as I was swung over the American's shoulder, I kicked, rather ineffectively I might add, and felt him start to move.
"Moving out!" K shouted as he opened the door, exposing me, bare backed and helpless to the masses of people moving through the corridors of the theatre.
"Let me go!! K, put me down this instant!" I squirmed, and felt him stop and lower me to the ground.
"Thank you!" I pulled my shirt down just in time to see the first drool drop of a pack of fan girls hit the floor.
"Hi…"
"Oh shit." It's all I can think to say.
"Hir…"
"Shoulda let me carry you…" K whistled, looking innocent. I glared at him.
"I hate you, you know that, right?"
"Hi…" The squealing's getting louder.
"Your decision." K grins at me, and starts chuckling. I really, really want to kill him, but at the moment, I'm a bit more concerned with preserving my own skin than flaying his.
"HIROSHI!!!!!!"
"RUN!" Still smirking like a moron, K follows as I bolt towards the doors leading directly outside, ignoring the fire alarm that blares in my ears as I push it open and run for dear life. Somehow, I don't picture being torn apart as being a pleasant way to die.
And K's _laughing_ about it.
LAUGHING!
"Just remember…" I gasp, doing my best to glare as we make towards the car. "…that I know where you live."
He just laughs harder an vaults into the convertible keys already in hand. I follow, and we leave rubber on the pavement and get the hell out of there.
"Now, wasn't that fun?" He asks. My mind blanks completely, and then I win the award for the most huge ass sweat drops in one day.
Lucky me.
Damn almonds.
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After the theatre fiasco I was allowed to go back to the apartment and have a quick shower and change. My hair was so gross from congealing root beer and melted chocolate that, incidently, left more than just my nuts in my nether regions.
Gods, sometimes I wish I wasn't so nice and actually made good on death threats.
I think I'll smother him in his sleep, or possibly invite Shuichi over and stash a shopping bag full of pocky all over the apartment and tell him about it.
On second thought, I still haven't found where he keeps most of his little (or not so little) toys, and blowing up even an overenthusiastic best friend on a sugar high is a bit cruel, even for the mood I'm in right now. Maybe later… I can hear the shower running now, K must be getting rid of the dark brown stains in his hair.
Just so you know, it was so worth it, just to see the expression on his face. Totally unguarded shock. Priceless Kodak moment there let me tell you. Too bad I didn't have a camera.
I dig around in my mess looking for a brush and eventually just give up. The shower's stopped so I'll just wait a minute to let Mr. Perfect Manager get decent before I ask if I can borrow one of his. I mean, he's gotta have more than one brush, or even a wide toothed comb. His hair is longer than mine and he's a decade older, you'd figure that he takes care of his hair.
At least, the fifty different bottles of shampoo that weren't mine would indicate such, right?
Another secret about K that he'd kill me if he found out I told anyone, and will probably kill me for writing this, is that he has a definite fetish for fruit scents.
Fruit.
God, I crack me up. K is such a fruit it's not even funny. Hard to believe he's married, actually, let alone has a kid. I still can't get over that. I hope that he's not as insane as papa dear, but I believe that type of thing is genetic as opposed to contracted. At least, I pray it's not contractible, seeing as I'm living with the weirdo, working with the weirdo, eating the food that the weirdo has had a hand in preparing, and letting him physically close to me with sharp, pointy objects.
Kami-sama, I must be insane!
Means I fit right in, go figure.
Steam seeps from the door as K steps out of the washroom, maybe now I can get a brush before my hair dries and becomes a complete rats nest that will…
I guess he forgot he has a house guest. The last thing I can remember thinking before passing out in a dead faint was that K was very, very well built.
'nother chapter in the making, still haven't decided if I'm gonna leave it at that or keep going… tell me whatcha think, it will be taken into consideration. Writing without readers is just a waste of paper after all.