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Thank you for all your good reviews! This is the second to last chapter! Review for a sequel!
**Oh, yeah. . . all you flamers, I have a message for you. Everyone else skip this.
First, I am not going to stop writing. If you don't like a story by me, just don't read it. You don't have to flame me and tell me my writing is crap. It isn't, but you are.
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And if you must criticize my writing, do it in a well constructed, signed review which clearly states what you do not like. That way I can make it better.**
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Coffee can do that to you. . .
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Usagi drank her morning coffee, then went in to read the paper with a cup of coffee. Diamond finally woke up (I wonder WHAT tired him OUT *wink wink* *nudge nudge*) Usagi made a cup of coffee for him, then had another cup for herself. She poured out another while watching 'Ranma ½' on TV (Don't we wish!*tears*) She finally realized that Ranma ½ isn't on TV (And never will be.*tears*) and the Diamond had woken up and that she had just ingested cups of coffee.
She also realized that two gigantic yellow things were standing straight up on top of her head. "Oh my! My hair is standing straight up! How did that happen?" She patted it, and it stayed up. "Oh well!" She walked into the kitchen, where Diamond was sitting. To her caffeine-distorted eyes it looked like there were eight of him.
"Hello, Diamond-sama!" She gave a big hug to the plant next to him. "Is that a new hair gel?"
"Uh. . . Usagi... that's a plant. . ."
"Sorry, Diamond-sama!" Usagi planted a big kiss on the microwave across the room!
"Usagi! How many cups of coffee did you have?!"
"Just a few. . . say Diamond. . . you're kind of hard this morning. . . are you just really horny or some. . ."
"THAT'S A MICROWAVE! I AM NOT HARD! YOU HAVE A CAFFEINATED (And thoroughly dirty) MIND!"
"Darn. . ." Usagi remembered the paper. She wandered over to the oven. "Hey, Diamond, can I ask you something?"
"If you turn around and look at me instead of the oven, yes. . ."
"Oh! I was wondering why you were so hot! This early in the morning too. . ."
"IS THAT ALL YOU EVER THINK ABOUT?!" Diamond screamed, embarrassed.
"It's a good thing it is, because now I can follow your voice to see where you are!" Her straight-up hair bonked into the ceiling, and she fell down. "Ow!"
"Well, Diamond... I'd like to look and see, (But I can't) are you cuter than Mamoru?"
Diamond blushed, and (He is so full of himself) said "Of course I am! I must be the most attractive man ever! I am so cool! Why do you ask?"
"I dunno. . . I forgot. . ." She wobbled over to the coffee maker with foot-wide eyes "Meanwhile, I'll have another cup of coffee!"
"Oh, no you don't. You've had enough. One more cup and I'm going to kick you out of my house. . . sorry. . . spaceship!"
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Usagi thought it was a very long fall, from Diamond's spaceship to the ground, but she couldn't tell, since she had just downed five cups of coffee. She was still jittery, so she decided to head to the nearest Starbucks and get another! But her good judgement stopped her.
"I, Tsukino Usagi, am going to use self control for the first time in my life, and am NOT going to have another cup of coffee today!"
For the first time in her life, she was jittery for the rest of the day.
By nighttime it had finally worn off (Good! Who would've wanted her to stay up all night?) And she headed down the street, looking for a place to stay the night. She had the 50000 dollars Diamond had given her (Re-read the Ann Landers thing) so she could afford a good hotel.
Suddenly she had a brilliant idea. She raced down the street, towards her old house. A homeless person on the street said to her "Penny for the homeless?" Usagi hurriedly threw the person the 50000 dollars. The homeless person stared at her with wide eyes.
Mamoru looked out the window. "Well, at least I know what happened, since Usagi dictated her flashback to me, so we can avoid a heart wrenching confrontation. . ." he sighed. "Maybe I just wasn't good enough for her. I knew I should've taken those Kama Sutra classes. . ." Just the Usagi walked up the driveway. Mamoru looked out at her from the balcony. She called up to him
"Yo g! Wassup in da hood?"
"Usa- what the #$^&?!"
"Just kidding!" Usagi called up again "Can I come in?"
"No. You've been unfaithful to me and I never want to see you again!"
"Mamoru. . ." She glared at him. "Do you think I'm that stupid? I never noticed your little 'visits to the inner Senshi's houses? Or your little 'overnights' at Minako's? Or staying at Rei's for the last few weeks?" Mamoru blushed "OK, so I haven't really been faithful to you either. . . but at least I'm not pregnant!" "How COULD you be pregnant?!" ^ ^; .............................
"Whatever, Usagi. . . just. . . leave, ok?" Usagi pouted. "Why, Mamoru?" "Because I said so!"
"Hey, Mamoru. . . can I ask you something?" Mamoru sighed. "I suppose so."
"Well, are you cuter than Diamond? I would see for myself, but I was high on caffeine. . ." Usagi looked questioningly at him.
"Um. . . well. . . YEAH! A HUNDRED TIMES MORE ATTRACTIVE! Why do you ask?" he said rather quickly.
"Thank you for telling me! Now, lets apologize and put the past behind us!" Usagi smiled warmly.
Mamoru thought 'What the heck? Why is she being nice all of a sudden?'
Usagi knew in her mind now 'He's the one!'
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Now, review if you liked it, or if you want something different. This is the second to last chapter, so if you want a sequel, tell me!
Flamers will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
