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I really didn't mean to hurt Brad… I didn't- I SWEAR! Sheesh, what does it take to convince you guys? Brad and I know eachother pretty well. He's a neat guy, once you get to know him. Popularity has just gotten to his head, that's all! You can't judge him by that. And sure, he dresses… ok, I know… he needs a new wardrobe but still! He's got a good heart inside and he's really like a little child. Remember how he yelled at everyone to get into a circle? Well, isn't that like a child always getting everything it wants? Wow, I'm good. ^-^ I've only thought of Brad as a brother. I call him honey and sweetheart and stuff cuz I'm used to it, not because I love him! Now, he was expecting to get everything he wants yet again. This is what he wanted to happen: I would go up to him, appologise, fall at his feet, kiss his shoes *eewww!*, and weep like I was in some soap opera. Well I wasn't going to do anything like that. Brad may have all of the people in this school around his finger, but I have HIM around my finger. So I'M the boss of the school, not him. True, I only get my power because I am his friend… but shhh, you're not supposed to tell anybody that, ok? ^_~ Brad was like a silly puppy always going around me, nagging… nagging… nagging…wanting… wanting… always needing my constant attention. So why did I put up with him, you ask? Well, I do care for him. He was the only person who actually wanted to be friends with me when I entered the school… while everyone else wanted to date me. I knew he wanted me to date him too, but he never said it aloud. So here I was, running around the school in my new spring dress looking for him. I wanted to explain to him… he would understand, wouldn't he? Well he better. I was starting to get grumpy because the shoes I was wearing really pinched my toes, and I was certainly not going to run around the whole day in them. Suddenly I realized where Brad was. I walked home and changed my clothes. I didn't want to seem some innocent girl in a bar. Then I put a blonde wig on. Ohh, where are my contacts???? Naw, I don't need em. Blondies usually have blue eyes anyways. I dressed in my mean clothes: black leather pants, leather jacket, and a icy blue tanktop inside. I wasn't going to let anyone push me around. I also put some pepper spray in my jacket pocket… just in case. I know I can beat up people, but it seemed more normal for a girl to carry pepper spray in her pocket then to have black belts in judo, and karate. I didn't want my cover revealed. I put on sunglasses and walked outside. Thank goodness it was sunny, or I would have had a biiig problem. I needed a ride too… if I took one in my usual limo, people in bars would think some really weird things. But if only I could come on a motorcycle… hey, there's one now! I put on my sexiest look, and raised my thumb up. My "blonde" hair was facing the sun, so the driver practically noticed me. He came up to the sidewalk, got out of his motorcycle, and asked me where I was going. Ohhh boy, was I in for a surprise. The voice sounded familiar, and I could feel my heart leap into my throat. Why can't I talk? Urggh… I cleared my throat. "Zoey's Bar." I flashed him my "oh sweeet minerva" smile, and got on behind him. As he got on the motorcycle, I could see the sleek cat-like movements that I had noticed in Haruka.
"Why, are you that racer boy I saw on tv?" I kept that fake smile glued to my face.
"How could you tell?" He turned around and took his sunglasses off. Thank god mine were on, or he'd see my eyes and know for sure I was Michiru.
"I d-don't know… the voice." I turned my head and pretended to be awed by the environment. Haruka chuckled, and we started down the road. I was scared, yet thrilled by the speed that he was driving. It seemed to be up-lifting, as if when we were racing down the road, like the tires lifted off the ground and we were floating through the clouds… but then we stopped, and the experience was over. There was Zoey's Bar in front of me. I got off the motorcycle and headed toward the door, giving Haruka a quick smile and a thanks. He nodded and as I was walking through the door, he asked me what my name was. I could feel the blush in my cheeks. Men turned around to take a good look at the new goddess in town. I popped a piece of bubblegum in my mouth and chewed it as if I was a girl that they shouldn't mess with. I saw Brad in the corner, nearly wasted.
"Brad." I whispered and ran up to him. He looked up at me and then I took my sunglasses off. He realized who I was and said hello back.
"Brad, what do you think you're doing? You're nearly wasted with that stuff!" I took the glass away from his hand and gave it back to the bartender, who smiled and walked away, chuckling about how protective girlfriends can be. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Does it m-matter?" Brad choked. "I'm n-not wit ya anymore, so wats the point?"
"Brad, you were never with me. You're like a brother to me-"
"Yah, yaaah. The whole 'I wish we could be friends' scenario before people break up…" Brad glared back at me with hazed eyes.
"How much did you drink?"
"I dunno." He banged his hand on the table for more, and I glared the bartender away.
"Brad… I never thought about you in that way, and I'm sure that you didn't either!"
"Hah, very funny!" Brad laughed hysterically. "Tell me, is there one guy in this whole room who'd actually take the time to get to know you?"
"no."
"Well I DID! I was with you throught the bad times and the good, don't you remember?" He whispered sadly. Yes, I remembered.
"And that is why you are like a brother to me, Brad."
"Brother. Ya, a brother, alright. I gave up everything for you. All of these guys would only want you for your looks but I love you for your personality, Michi! Don't you understand?"
"I understand, but I'm not the one for you."
"Well tell me why not! You can keep on waiting for a guy to come up to you with real feelings, but he will NEVER know you as well as I do!"
"Brad… "
"Girl, I died with you and I got ressurected with you! I thought… we had a connection."
"We do." I gave his hand a squeeze. "you're the closest thing I have that is like family." I looked away.
"You… you didn't feel anything… did you." Brad looked up, and his eyes were slightly red.
"No." I bit my lip. "I didn't. I haven't felt any… passion, or… electricity between you and me, Brad! And I couldn't pretend that there was that between us."
"It's all his fault… that bastard. I'll go kill-"
"BRAD!" I was furious. "Don't you dare say that." My eyes softened when I realized he was just being protective.
"I just can't see any guy being with you."
"Hey!" I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him. Brad grinned back.
"I didn't mean it like that… well, actually I did." Brad had that evil glint in his eye. My mouth dropped open.
"Why you… you… you pig!!!!!!!!!!"
"Horse!" Brad winked. I retaliated.
"PLATAPUS!"
"SWINE!"
"COW!"
"PENGUIN!"
"CLOWN!" We sat down, laughing. Brad seemed ok now. The alcohol had worn off, and he seemed more of himself.
"I'm sorry… I'm such an idiot. I'd rather be your brother than your bf anyways." Brad smiled. "But I still envy the guy that will be your bf." He gave my hand a squeeze, and I gave him one back. Then I put my sunglasses on, and we left together.
I really didn't mean to hurt Brad… I didn't- I SWEAR! Sheesh, what does it take to convince you guys? Brad and I know eachother pretty well. He's a neat guy, once you get to know him. Popularity has just gotten to his head, that's all! You can't judge him by that. And sure, he dresses… ok, I know… he needs a new wardrobe but still! He's got a good heart inside and he's really like a little child. Remember how he yelled at everyone to get into a circle? Well, isn't that like a child always getting everything it wants? Wow, I'm good. ^-^ I've only thought of Brad as a brother. I call him honey and sweetheart and stuff cuz I'm used to it, not because I love him! Now, he was expecting to get everything he wants yet again. This is what he wanted to happen: I would go up to him, appologise, fall at his feet, kiss his shoes *eewww!*, and weep like I was in some soap opera. Well I wasn't going to do anything like that. Brad may have all of the people in this school around his finger, but I have HIM around my finger. So I'M the boss of the school, not him. True, I only get my power because I am his friend… but shhh, you're not supposed to tell anybody that, ok? ^_~ Brad was like a silly puppy always going around me, nagging… nagging… nagging…wanting… wanting… always needing my constant attention. So why did I put up with him, you ask? Well, I do care for him. He was the only person who actually wanted to be friends with me when I entered the school… while everyone else wanted to date me. I knew he wanted me to date him too, but he never said it aloud. So here I was, running around the school in my new spring dress looking for him. I wanted to explain to him… he would understand, wouldn't he? Well he better. I was starting to get grumpy because the shoes I was wearing really pinched my toes, and I was certainly not going to run around the whole day in them. Suddenly I realized where Brad was. I walked home and changed my clothes. I didn't want to seem some innocent girl in a bar. Then I put a blonde wig on. Ohh, where are my contacts???? Naw, I don't need em. Blondies usually have blue eyes anyways. I dressed in my mean clothes: black leather pants, leather jacket, and a icy blue tanktop inside. I wasn't going to let anyone push me around. I also put some pepper spray in my jacket pocket… just in case. I know I can beat up people, but it seemed more normal for a girl to carry pepper spray in her pocket then to have black belts in judo, and karate. I didn't want my cover revealed. I put on sunglasses and walked outside. Thank goodness it was sunny, or I would have had a biiig problem. I needed a ride too… if I took one in my usual limo, people in bars would think some really weird things. But if only I could come on a motorcycle… hey, there's one now! I put on my sexiest look, and raised my thumb up. My "blonde" hair was facing the sun, so the driver practically noticed me. He came up to the sidewalk, got out of his motorcycle, and asked me where I was going. Ohhh boy, was I in for a surprise. The voice sounded familiar, and I could feel my heart leap into my throat. Why can't I talk? Urggh… I cleared my throat. "Zoey's Bar." I flashed him my "oh sweeet minerva" smile, and got on behind him. As he got on the motorcycle, I could see the sleek cat-like movements that I had noticed in Haruka.
"Why, are you that racer boy I saw on tv?" I kept that fake smile glued to my face.
"How could you tell?" He turned around and took his sunglasses off. Thank god mine were on, or he'd see my eyes and know for sure I was Michiru.
"I d-don't know… the voice." I turned my head and pretended to be awed by the environment. Haruka chuckled, and we started down the road. I was scared, yet thrilled by the speed that he was driving. It seemed to be up-lifting, as if when we were racing down the road, like the tires lifted off the ground and we were floating through the clouds… but then we stopped, and the experience was over. There was Zoey's Bar in front of me. I got off the motorcycle and headed toward the door, giving Haruka a quick smile and a thanks. He nodded and as I was walking through the door, he asked me what my name was. I could feel the blush in my cheeks. Men turned around to take a good look at the new goddess in town. I popped a piece of bubblegum in my mouth and chewed it as if I was a girl that they shouldn't mess with. I saw Brad in the corner, nearly wasted.
"Brad." I whispered and ran up to him. He looked up at me and then I took my sunglasses off. He realized who I was and said hello back.
"Brad, what do you think you're doing? You're nearly wasted with that stuff!" I took the glass away from his hand and gave it back to the bartender, who smiled and walked away, chuckling about how protective girlfriends can be. I rolled my eyes at him.
"Does it m-matter?" Brad choked. "I'm n-not wit ya anymore, so wats the point?"
"Brad, you were never with me. You're like a brother to me-"
"Yah, yaaah. The whole 'I wish we could be friends' scenario before people break up…" Brad glared back at me with hazed eyes.
"How much did you drink?"
"I dunno." He banged his hand on the table for more, and I glared the bartender away.
"Brad… I never thought about you in that way, and I'm sure that you didn't either!"
"Hah, very funny!" Brad laughed hysterically. "Tell me, is there one guy in this whole room who'd actually take the time to get to know you?"
"no."
"Well I DID! I was with you throught the bad times and the good, don't you remember?" He whispered sadly. Yes, I remembered.
"And that is why you are like a brother to me, Brad."
"Brother. Ya, a brother, alright. I gave up everything for you. All of these guys would only want you for your looks but I love you for your personality, Michi! Don't you understand?"
"I understand, but I'm not the one for you."
"Well tell me why not! You can keep on waiting for a guy to come up to you with real feelings, but he will NEVER know you as well as I do!"
"Brad… "
"Girl, I died with you and I got ressurected with you! I thought… we had a connection."
"We do." I gave his hand a squeeze. "you're the closest thing I have that is like family." I looked away.
"You… you didn't feel anything… did you." Brad looked up, and his eyes were slightly red.
"No." I bit my lip. "I didn't. I haven't felt any… passion, or… electricity between you and me, Brad! And I couldn't pretend that there was that between us."
"It's all his fault… that bastard. I'll go kill-"
"BRAD!" I was furious. "Don't you dare say that." My eyes softened when I realized he was just being protective.
"I just can't see any guy being with you."
"Hey!" I laughed and stuck my tongue out at him. Brad grinned back.
"I didn't mean it like that… well, actually I did." Brad had that evil glint in his eye. My mouth dropped open.
"Why you… you… you pig!!!!!!!!!!"
"Horse!" Brad winked. I retaliated.
"PLATAPUS!"
"SWINE!"
"COW!"
"PENGUIN!"
"CLOWN!" We sat down, laughing. Brad seemed ok now. The alcohol had worn off, and he seemed more of himself.
"I'm sorry… I'm such an idiot. I'd rather be your brother than your bf anyways." Brad smiled. "But I still envy the guy that will be your bf." He gave my hand a squeeze, and I gave him one back. Then I put my sunglasses on, and we left together.