A/N: Well, what can I say? It's taken me a long, long time to update. But
that's only because I wasn't really in the mood to write. Maybe I should
have planned this out more better, cuz I'm just throwing out random ideas
and I threw this chapter together in like, fifteen minutes. So, yeah….this
chapter really sux and it's really short. And I won't be updating for a
while (again) since I got achievement finals coming up. It's important
since…I'm in grade nine and all and these count for high school. I already
fucked up on my L.A. written exam…wrote about the wrong topic *bangs head
against the keyboard*. Yeah…I'm still beating myself up about it.
Anyways, on to the story.,,,
Chapter 2: The Scene
As much as Rika hated to admit it, Michael was pretty cool. At least he wasn't just another pretty face in the crowd. He took her to a little ice cream parlor just a little ways off from where she lived, and then dragged her to a club downtown. Apparently, he knew the bouncer at a club, who let them in.
The lights in the club danced around the darkness and the music pounded heavily in the air, making the ground vibrate. Rika looked at the crowds of people dancing on the dance floor then looked back at Michael.
"Cool place," she nodded. "When you first took me to that ice cream parlor, I thought it was going to be a stupid night. But this night club…it's so cool."
"Yeah, I figured you would like it," Michael smirked at he leaned back into his chair. "You seemed like the type of girl who would enjoy being in this type of scene. Head strong and full of life."
Rika gave off a nervous giggle. Michael knew all this about her, and yet, she knew nothing of him. It made her feel odd and uncomfortable.
"So, Michael… how is it that you know the bouncer of the club?" Rika asked.
"What?" Michael shouted. "I can't hear you! You have to speak louder!"
Rika gave off a sigh. Sure, the place was awesome, but the music was just too loud.
"Never mind!" Rika called out. "It's not important."
"Come, dance with me!" Michael called out as he grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor.
"No!" Rika shrieked. "I-I can't dance!"
"Sure you can!" Michael smiled as they neared the dance floor.
"No, I can't"
"Then let me show you," he said as he began to move to the beat of the music.
Rika looked helplessly around her. It was useless; she was completely surrounded by dancing bodies twice her size.
"Don't be so tense," Michael laughed. "Just move to the beat. Move the way you want to."
"I want to move AWAY!" Rika snapped.
"Don't be like that," he wrapped his arms around Rika's hips and began to sway her body and slowly, they began to move as one.
I feel so stupid, Rika kept thinking over and over again. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.
"Mike, I've got to go now," she simple said and pushed him slightly away. "It's getting late."
Michael gave her a confused look. "But-"
"Please, could you take me home?" Rika asked.
Michael gave a sigh and took her arm as he led her out of the building. Immediately, Rika felt much better. She could hear a bit better and the unpleasant smells from the club were gone.
"Rika?" she heard a familiar voice greeting her. "What are you doing here?"
Oh no, not him… Rika thought poisonously.
"Akiyama, what are you doing here?" she snapped as she turned around.
Her violet eyes met those ever-smiling blue eyes. Ryo gave her a questioning glance and answered her question, "My dad sent me to run some errands for him. Typical… So, why are you here?"
"I'm-I'm…with a friend," Rika replied nervously. She was still embarrassed at the fact that she was on a date.
"Oh, is it this guy?" Ryo asked as he pointed to Michael. Then, he held out his hand to him to introduce himself. "Hey, I'm Ryo."
Michael looked Ryo up and down, examining the boy in front of him. His eyes narrowed and his lip curled in an unpleasant way.
"My name's Michael," he nodded, by didn't accepted the handshake.
Ryo slowly put his hand down, startled at Michael's rudeness.
"Heh heh heh…" Rika laughed nervously.
Chapter 2: The Scene
As much as Rika hated to admit it, Michael was pretty cool. At least he wasn't just another pretty face in the crowd. He took her to a little ice cream parlor just a little ways off from where she lived, and then dragged her to a club downtown. Apparently, he knew the bouncer at a club, who let them in.
The lights in the club danced around the darkness and the music pounded heavily in the air, making the ground vibrate. Rika looked at the crowds of people dancing on the dance floor then looked back at Michael.
"Cool place," she nodded. "When you first took me to that ice cream parlor, I thought it was going to be a stupid night. But this night club…it's so cool."
"Yeah, I figured you would like it," Michael smirked at he leaned back into his chair. "You seemed like the type of girl who would enjoy being in this type of scene. Head strong and full of life."
Rika gave off a nervous giggle. Michael knew all this about her, and yet, she knew nothing of him. It made her feel odd and uncomfortable.
"So, Michael… how is it that you know the bouncer of the club?" Rika asked.
"What?" Michael shouted. "I can't hear you! You have to speak louder!"
Rika gave off a sigh. Sure, the place was awesome, but the music was just too loud.
"Never mind!" Rika called out. "It's not important."
"Come, dance with me!" Michael called out as he grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor.
"No!" Rika shrieked. "I-I can't dance!"
"Sure you can!" Michael smiled as they neared the dance floor.
"No, I can't"
"Then let me show you," he said as he began to move to the beat of the music.
Rika looked helplessly around her. It was useless; she was completely surrounded by dancing bodies twice her size.
"Don't be so tense," Michael laughed. "Just move to the beat. Move the way you want to."
"I want to move AWAY!" Rika snapped.
"Don't be like that," he wrapped his arms around Rika's hips and began to sway her body and slowly, they began to move as one.
I feel so stupid, Rika kept thinking over and over again. Finally she couldn't take it anymore.
"Mike, I've got to go now," she simple said and pushed him slightly away. "It's getting late."
Michael gave her a confused look. "But-"
"Please, could you take me home?" Rika asked.
Michael gave a sigh and took her arm as he led her out of the building. Immediately, Rika felt much better. She could hear a bit better and the unpleasant smells from the club were gone.
"Rika?" she heard a familiar voice greeting her. "What are you doing here?"
Oh no, not him… Rika thought poisonously.
"Akiyama, what are you doing here?" she snapped as she turned around.
Her violet eyes met those ever-smiling blue eyes. Ryo gave her a questioning glance and answered her question, "My dad sent me to run some errands for him. Typical… So, why are you here?"
"I'm-I'm…with a friend," Rika replied nervously. She was still embarrassed at the fact that she was on a date.
"Oh, is it this guy?" Ryo asked as he pointed to Michael. Then, he held out his hand to him to introduce himself. "Hey, I'm Ryo."
Michael looked Ryo up and down, examining the boy in front of him. His eyes narrowed and his lip curled in an unpleasant way.
"My name's Michael," he nodded, by didn't accepted the handshake.
Ryo slowly put his hand down, startled at Michael's rudeness.
"Heh heh heh…" Rika laughed nervously.