A/N: Boy have I been getting mixed reviews of opinions on this one. Oh
well, I got what I wanted. All I can say is that out of everyone who has
an opinion of whom Rika should be with, I will only satisfy one group of
Rika-lovers while make the others mad. (shrugs)
Here we go with part 2 of Strawberry Girl. This time it's Henry making the move. How will Rika respond?
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September 14, 2003
Rika sat in Ms. Caselli's Honors English class, working on a grammar assignment, when the red-headed teacher stood up to speak.
"For the next couple of weeks I am assigning you to do a research report with a partner concerning a topic that I give to you. I will pick your partner and your topic. Your report needs to be no less than 4 pages, no more than 8. It will be due on Thursday the 1st of October."
"Please God, don't let Ryo be my partner," Rika silently prayed to herself as Ms. C started reading off assigned names and their respective topics.
"Tye, and Katie. Kimmy and Alex. Ryan and Louis." (A/N: BTW, these are real people in my English class ()
Rika still sat praying to God, when her name was announced. "Rika, and…"
"God dammit!" she said, "I'm stuck with freakin' Ryo again!-"
"Ok, Rika, our topic will be on uniforms in schools," Henry said.
"Huh?"
"I said, 'Ok, Rika, our topic will be on uniforms in schools,'" Henry repeated.
Rika gave him a hug and replied, "Thank you, Henry."
Henry sweat dropped. "Eh…ok…"
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"Ok, coming from a private school, I know all about those damned abominations they call uniforms," Rika said that day at lunch to Henry. The two had sat down together by themselves having a nice conversation.
"That's a good advantage for us, I guess," Henry added. Rika looked at him and smiled, their eyes making contact. 'Rika sure has beautiful eyes,' Henry thought to himself.
"You sure have beautiful eyes," Henry said.
Rika immediately blushed. "Thank…you…" she replied, looking away.
Henry quickly gathered his senses and continued with the discussion. "Well, anyway, what was it like wearing uniforms for so long?"
Rika looked back at him. "It's like routine, it gets boring and boring after every day, you wish you could just strip your clothes off and throw them in front of the principal.
Henry laughed. "I don't think so."
Rika scoffed. "Well, you haven't been in a private school for nine years like I have."
"Well, I know that, but I think you wouldn't want to strip yourself naked in front of the principal like that."
"Hey!" she snapped. "You don't know me at all, so just back off Wong!" she said, losing her temper. She mentally slapped herself again. 'Dammit, there you go again acting before thinking.' But it was too late.
"You know what!" Henry said, standing up, also losing it. "I don't know why I put up with your shit!" He started to walk away. "Call me when you get some decency back."
Rika was shocked. Henry never blew up to Rika like that, but there's a first time for everything, she shrugged. She got up and started a conversation with Jeri.
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Rika sat at home, trying to think about what to write for her research report. She also had homework in Algebra and Biology, but she didn't want to start on that just yet.
"Uniforms have been a way to prevent expression of individuality." All Rika had, after an hour of thinking and concentrating, was a measly thesis for the five page report written on her first draft paper.
"I've gone to a damn private school for nine years, why can't I think of anything to say?" Rika then had a notion. She has the opinions, and Henry would have the facts. She ran over to the phone, and was about to pick it up, but she stopped.
"Call me when you get some decency back."
Remembering Henry's words stopped her in mid-action, and she decided not to call—yet. So instead she went back to studying, but she still couldn't think of anything to add on to the thesis.
So Rika watched some TV. Maybe watching TV would help her relax and then thoughts would come to her. But it was no use.
"Alright!" She shouted to no one in particular. "I'm calling Henry, and that's final!" She went to the phone and dialed the number for his house.
"Hello, is Henry there?"
"Speaking."
"Oh Henry, it's me."
"Have you gotten your sanity back yet?"
"Yeah. Anyway, I…"
"No, it's not just a simple 'yeah,'"
"Then what?!"
"I want you to apologize." Henry smiled at this. He loved messing around with her.
"For what?"
"You know what."
"Fine. Henry, I'm sorry I blew up at you earlier today."
"And I'm sorry too for blowing up at you."
"Cool."
"Now give me a phone kiss."
Rika frowned. This was getting ridiculous. "Look, Henry, I need some help on the report."
"What is it?"
"I have my thesis, but I can't add on to it!"
"Hold on, is it alright if I just come over? It's only 6:30."
"Sure, come by as soon as you can."
"See ya there. Or here. Or whatever. Bye."
"Bye."
Rika hung up the phone and looked at her room. It was a mess. Books everywhere, clothes scattered, bed (sleeping bag) not made, and the like. Rika didn't want to imply to Henry that she was a slob, so she started to clean up a little. She threw her clothes into her hamper and put all of her books on the shelf. She wiped her hands in proud admiration just as her mom came in.
"Rika, your boyfriend's here," she said. Rika and Henry simultaneously blushed.
"He's not my boyfriend, mother," Rika replied.
"Oh. Anyway, have fun," her mother said as she closed the door, leaving the two alone.
"So, anyway," Henry started, "What have you so far?"
Rika picked up her paper. "Well, I have my thesis that uniforms have been a way to prevent expression of individuality. But I don't have anything else after that."
Henry thought for a moment. "Why do you think your thesis is true?"
"Well," Rika answered, "you don't get to wear what you want to wear, and you don't express yourself properly, because clothes are an important part in self-individualism."
"Excellent!" Henry said, with a thumbs-up. "Write that down in our report."
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Not long afterward, (ok a little less than four hours) Rika and Henry were almost finished with their report, except that they had to interview someone. So they decided to ask someone who had to wear uniforms.
"I guess I could ask one of my old friends," Rika started.
"Yeah, but we could do that tomorrow," Henry said. He looked at his watch. 10:15. "I think it's time I made my leave."
"No wait," Rika said. "Don't go yet. Um…let's talk about something."
"Like what?"
"Like about boys."
"Ok, Rika, I'm a guy. I don't talk about other guys. Besides, I thought you don't care much for guys."
"Yeah, I know, but Takato and Ryo in particular."
Henry smiled. This was his opportunity to make a move on her. "What about them?"
"Um…"Rika hesitated a bit. "Do you think…they like me?"
Henry chuckled. He knew the truth, which was the fact that they both wanted her, but he was not willing to tell it, which was pathetic because Henry had been raised to be a good child. "Maybe as friends, even Ryo, but nothing more. I assure you."
"Oh," Rika sighed. "Well, then…how about you?"
Henry gave a wink at her. "I like you very much," he confessed, "and that's more than just a friend." Henry prayed for the best to happen.
Rika was amazed. She liked how Henry said it. It was in such a romantic way. 'God, he does it better than Takato and Ryo.' But yet, she felt she wasn't completely ready for this. It was all going too fast. Yet her hormonal instinct took over. "I'm glad that you like me like that …"
Henry gave a mental thumbs-up to himself, waiting for the majestic moment that was the kiss to occur. He had her now. All it would take is this kiss, and they would be together for a while. Or at least he thought…
"Henry, it's 10:30. Do you need a ride home?"
'Dammit!' Rika knew who it was. She instantly pulled her head back, her face crimson.
'What the hell?' Henry looked at who it was, then retreated his head.
Rika's mother stood there. "Oh… I must have come at a bad time. I'm sorry Henry, but I can't allow you to sleep with my daughter…"
"No, no!" Henry replied shaking his head. "It's nothing like that."
"Well, do you need a ride?"
"Um… sure ma'am. Thanks." Henry looked at Rika, who was still in shock at her mother who intruded on her. How dare she!
"Well, see you tomorrow Rika, we'll get the report finished by then," he whispered to her. Rika's mom then led Henry to the car, where they drove off.
Rika stood there by herself, ready to explode at any moment. But instead of being responsible for replacing a new window, she got into her pajamas and took out her journal.
September 14, 2003
Just when things are starting to get normal, it goes out of whack. First of all, I'm paired with the nerd Henry to do a report, which I guess was useful. He's so nice, and he's got a cute smile, but I don't know, I'm not the one to just jump in a relationship. If he asks me out tomorrow, or sometime soon, I'll have to hesitantly reject him. I'm not ready for this yet. I still wish he would have kissed me though. I wonder what his lips feel like.
Well, it happened to Ryo, it just happened to Henry, now any day now I'm expecting Takato to start coming on to me. Boys are so difficult to sort out.
Rika Nonaka signing off.
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A/N: I swear, Rika's going to need a psychiatrist when this is all said and done. Are we now leaning toward a Henrika? As for the next chapter, let's say that Rika's prediction on Takato is right.
Until next time…
Oh wait. I accept criticism as long as it's constructive, but bullshit reviews like ones littered with "Your fanfic fucking sucks" is not cool at all. It just shows your stupidity. People like this "ustupid" reviewer who made a little comment. Hey buddy, if you don't like the fanfic, just don't read it, instead of making lesbian sexual related comments. Oh well, just goes to show what punks there are in this world. By the way, thank you to everyone else who reviewed in a positive manner. Keep reading!
Until next time…(no, for real!)
Here we go with part 2 of Strawberry Girl. This time it's Henry making the move. How will Rika respond?
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September 14, 2003
Rika sat in Ms. Caselli's Honors English class, working on a grammar assignment, when the red-headed teacher stood up to speak.
"For the next couple of weeks I am assigning you to do a research report with a partner concerning a topic that I give to you. I will pick your partner and your topic. Your report needs to be no less than 4 pages, no more than 8. It will be due on Thursday the 1st of October."
"Please God, don't let Ryo be my partner," Rika silently prayed to herself as Ms. C started reading off assigned names and their respective topics.
"Tye, and Katie. Kimmy and Alex. Ryan and Louis." (A/N: BTW, these are real people in my English class ()
Rika still sat praying to God, when her name was announced. "Rika, and…"
"God dammit!" she said, "I'm stuck with freakin' Ryo again!-"
"Ok, Rika, our topic will be on uniforms in schools," Henry said.
"Huh?"
"I said, 'Ok, Rika, our topic will be on uniforms in schools,'" Henry repeated.
Rika gave him a hug and replied, "Thank you, Henry."
Henry sweat dropped. "Eh…ok…"
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"Ok, coming from a private school, I know all about those damned abominations they call uniforms," Rika said that day at lunch to Henry. The two had sat down together by themselves having a nice conversation.
"That's a good advantage for us, I guess," Henry added. Rika looked at him and smiled, their eyes making contact. 'Rika sure has beautiful eyes,' Henry thought to himself.
"You sure have beautiful eyes," Henry said.
Rika immediately blushed. "Thank…you…" she replied, looking away.
Henry quickly gathered his senses and continued with the discussion. "Well, anyway, what was it like wearing uniforms for so long?"
Rika looked back at him. "It's like routine, it gets boring and boring after every day, you wish you could just strip your clothes off and throw them in front of the principal.
Henry laughed. "I don't think so."
Rika scoffed. "Well, you haven't been in a private school for nine years like I have."
"Well, I know that, but I think you wouldn't want to strip yourself naked in front of the principal like that."
"Hey!" she snapped. "You don't know me at all, so just back off Wong!" she said, losing her temper. She mentally slapped herself again. 'Dammit, there you go again acting before thinking.' But it was too late.
"You know what!" Henry said, standing up, also losing it. "I don't know why I put up with your shit!" He started to walk away. "Call me when you get some decency back."
Rika was shocked. Henry never blew up to Rika like that, but there's a first time for everything, she shrugged. She got up and started a conversation with Jeri.
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Rika sat at home, trying to think about what to write for her research report. She also had homework in Algebra and Biology, but she didn't want to start on that just yet.
"Uniforms have been a way to prevent expression of individuality." All Rika had, after an hour of thinking and concentrating, was a measly thesis for the five page report written on her first draft paper.
"I've gone to a damn private school for nine years, why can't I think of anything to say?" Rika then had a notion. She has the opinions, and Henry would have the facts. She ran over to the phone, and was about to pick it up, but she stopped.
"Call me when you get some decency back."
Remembering Henry's words stopped her in mid-action, and she decided not to call—yet. So instead she went back to studying, but she still couldn't think of anything to add on to the thesis.
So Rika watched some TV. Maybe watching TV would help her relax and then thoughts would come to her. But it was no use.
"Alright!" She shouted to no one in particular. "I'm calling Henry, and that's final!" She went to the phone and dialed the number for his house.
"Hello, is Henry there?"
"Speaking."
"Oh Henry, it's me."
"Have you gotten your sanity back yet?"
"Yeah. Anyway, I…"
"No, it's not just a simple 'yeah,'"
"Then what?!"
"I want you to apologize." Henry smiled at this. He loved messing around with her.
"For what?"
"You know what."
"Fine. Henry, I'm sorry I blew up at you earlier today."
"And I'm sorry too for blowing up at you."
"Cool."
"Now give me a phone kiss."
Rika frowned. This was getting ridiculous. "Look, Henry, I need some help on the report."
"What is it?"
"I have my thesis, but I can't add on to it!"
"Hold on, is it alright if I just come over? It's only 6:30."
"Sure, come by as soon as you can."
"See ya there. Or here. Or whatever. Bye."
"Bye."
Rika hung up the phone and looked at her room. It was a mess. Books everywhere, clothes scattered, bed (sleeping bag) not made, and the like. Rika didn't want to imply to Henry that she was a slob, so she started to clean up a little. She threw her clothes into her hamper and put all of her books on the shelf. She wiped her hands in proud admiration just as her mom came in.
"Rika, your boyfriend's here," she said. Rika and Henry simultaneously blushed.
"He's not my boyfriend, mother," Rika replied.
"Oh. Anyway, have fun," her mother said as she closed the door, leaving the two alone.
"So, anyway," Henry started, "What have you so far?"
Rika picked up her paper. "Well, I have my thesis that uniforms have been a way to prevent expression of individuality. But I don't have anything else after that."
Henry thought for a moment. "Why do you think your thesis is true?"
"Well," Rika answered, "you don't get to wear what you want to wear, and you don't express yourself properly, because clothes are an important part in self-individualism."
"Excellent!" Henry said, with a thumbs-up. "Write that down in our report."
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Not long afterward, (ok a little less than four hours) Rika and Henry were almost finished with their report, except that they had to interview someone. So they decided to ask someone who had to wear uniforms.
"I guess I could ask one of my old friends," Rika started.
"Yeah, but we could do that tomorrow," Henry said. He looked at his watch. 10:15. "I think it's time I made my leave."
"No wait," Rika said. "Don't go yet. Um…let's talk about something."
"Like what?"
"Like about boys."
"Ok, Rika, I'm a guy. I don't talk about other guys. Besides, I thought you don't care much for guys."
"Yeah, I know, but Takato and Ryo in particular."
Henry smiled. This was his opportunity to make a move on her. "What about them?"
"Um…"Rika hesitated a bit. "Do you think…they like me?"
Henry chuckled. He knew the truth, which was the fact that they both wanted her, but he was not willing to tell it, which was pathetic because Henry had been raised to be a good child. "Maybe as friends, even Ryo, but nothing more. I assure you."
"Oh," Rika sighed. "Well, then…how about you?"
Henry gave a wink at her. "I like you very much," he confessed, "and that's more than just a friend." Henry prayed for the best to happen.
Rika was amazed. She liked how Henry said it. It was in such a romantic way. 'God, he does it better than Takato and Ryo.' But yet, she felt she wasn't completely ready for this. It was all going too fast. Yet her hormonal instinct took over. "I'm glad that you like me like that …"
Henry gave a mental thumbs-up to himself, waiting for the majestic moment that was the kiss to occur. He had her now. All it would take is this kiss, and they would be together for a while. Or at least he thought…
"Henry, it's 10:30. Do you need a ride home?"
'Dammit!' Rika knew who it was. She instantly pulled her head back, her face crimson.
'What the hell?' Henry looked at who it was, then retreated his head.
Rika's mother stood there. "Oh… I must have come at a bad time. I'm sorry Henry, but I can't allow you to sleep with my daughter…"
"No, no!" Henry replied shaking his head. "It's nothing like that."
"Well, do you need a ride?"
"Um… sure ma'am. Thanks." Henry looked at Rika, who was still in shock at her mother who intruded on her. How dare she!
"Well, see you tomorrow Rika, we'll get the report finished by then," he whispered to her. Rika's mom then led Henry to the car, where they drove off.
Rika stood there by herself, ready to explode at any moment. But instead of being responsible for replacing a new window, she got into her pajamas and took out her journal.
September 14, 2003
Just when things are starting to get normal, it goes out of whack. First of all, I'm paired with the nerd Henry to do a report, which I guess was useful. He's so nice, and he's got a cute smile, but I don't know, I'm not the one to just jump in a relationship. If he asks me out tomorrow, or sometime soon, I'll have to hesitantly reject him. I'm not ready for this yet. I still wish he would have kissed me though. I wonder what his lips feel like.
Well, it happened to Ryo, it just happened to Henry, now any day now I'm expecting Takato to start coming on to me. Boys are so difficult to sort out.
Rika Nonaka signing off.
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A/N: I swear, Rika's going to need a psychiatrist when this is all said and done. Are we now leaning toward a Henrika? As for the next chapter, let's say that Rika's prediction on Takato is right.
Until next time…
Oh wait. I accept criticism as long as it's constructive, but bullshit reviews like ones littered with "Your fanfic fucking sucks" is not cool at all. It just shows your stupidity. People like this "ustupid" reviewer who made a little comment. Hey buddy, if you don't like the fanfic, just don't read it, instead of making lesbian sexual related comments. Oh well, just goes to show what punks there are in this world. By the way, thank you to everyone else who reviewed in a positive manner. Keep reading!
Until next time…(no, for real!)
