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Yami and I had an ok time at the movies. We purchased this huge vat of buttery popcorn, two large Cokes, and the biggest bag of Twizzlers they carry. I actually didn't catch the name of the movie, or pay attention to it. The whole time I was making sure Yami and I were not interacting in any way.
A couple of times our fingers brushed together when we got popcorn and once I thought that he was putting his arm around me when he really just wanted to get the bag of candy that was on my side. I was glad that the movie theatre was dark because my face was burning like hell that one moment.
"So, what did you like about the movie?" asked Yami as got out of the theatre.
"Uh. . ." I stammered," I liked. . .I liked the. . .uh-details!" 'God, Mai, why couldn't you think so something better?' I fumed to myself.
He laughed," The details, huh?"
"They had great details!" I said defensively, trying not to sound too dumb. "What was wrong with the details?"
"Nothing." He tried not to smile.
When we got to the restaurant, I was shocked. It was one of those fancy, romantic, French restaurants that had those small, yet expensive, dinner courses. How could Yami afford a dinner here after buying me the jewelry? I felt even worse when I looked at the menu. The cheapest thing there was a small proportion of salad that costed nearly 12 dollars. Heck, soon I make Yami become bankrupt in a week at this rate.
I looked around," This place is so nice (why couldn't you have used a better word?) Yami . . I feel so out of place here without a dress on."
"I think you look great. It matches your hair."
"Really. . .?" I was speechless and I knew I was blushing furiously again. I tired to think up some complement for him.
"Yami. . .I like that. . .um. . .belt your . . uh. . .wearing on your neck." 'Mai-you are such an idiot,' I scolded myself.
"Really? Thank you." He smiled, which made me feel goosebumps up and down my arms. Maybe it was just cold. "Is it just me, or is it cold in here?" I asked.
"Here-take my coat. . ."
"No thanks. . .the last time I borrowed someone's coat, they died."
Yami's face softened," Mai. . .I didn't mean to trigger any memories-"
"No. . .that's ok. . .maybe I will take you up on that offer. . .it's getting kind of chilly."
He took off his jacket and draped it around my shoulders.
"Thanks. . .I said quietly. We stared at each other for the longest time.
"May I take your order?" butted in spindly waiter with a curved shiny moustache. We quickly looked away. I frowned at the waiter. Boy, do some people just ruin a moment.
While Yami ordered his dinner, I scanned the menu. Everything was basically in French. I tried to decipher what meant what until the waiter turned to me.
"What will you have, Madame?"
"I-uh. . .I want this." I pointed to anything in particular.
He scribbled it down and walked away to the next table. Yami was snickering as soon as he left.
"What?" I asked as I took a sip of water," What's so funny?"
"Mai, have you- have you been studying French lately?"
"I don't take that class. Why?"
He started to chuckle," Because-because I think you just ordered pig intestines!"
"Shit! Are you kidding?!" I choked on the water I was drinking and spewed it on Yami's shirt.
I thought he'd get mad, but he just laughed it off. I stared at my napkin, my ears burning and teeth clenched. 'Mai, you are so, so stupid!'
Yami was about to say something, but the waiter came with our food. Yami had 2 king-sized red spiders (a.k.a crabs) and I had something that resembled a pair of dead panty hose soaked in gravy. I hated gravy.
I swear that I saw the waiter smile as he left. To him, I was just another dumb American girl who ordered whatever without knowing what it was. I probably was.
Yami started putting spices on his crabs and I just sat there like a moron, poking at my pig intestine and staring at as if I could stare long enough, it would magically change into something edible. I started to drift around in my own little thoughts. My eyes wandered around until they stopped at Yami's chest. Since the tables were a bit short, the chairs were a bit high and Yami was a bit tall, I could see he stomach too. I could also see his muscles under that loose black t-shirt. He must have the greatest-looking six-pack in the world.
"Yami, you have nice abs!" I blurted out, without thinking.
"What?" He started laughing again.
"I meant crabs! You have nice crabs, Yami!" My face turned as red as a beet.
He grinned," Do you want to try some?"
Personally, I hate crab. I hate the smell, taste and look of it and I would definitely not like to try any at all, for that matter. But I was way too deep in the hole. Why would I refuse to try some after I just (stupidly) called them nice?
"Uh. . .sure. . ." I took a deep breath.
He forked some white hot crab meat and held it out to my mouth. I closed my eyes and started to grind my teeth before finally clamping my lips upon the fork. Then I felt an odd sensation in my mouth. It was burning as if someone stuffed a volcano in there. My eyes burned and tears started to form. I rubbed my throat. It was sore and scratchy. What kind of spices did Yami put in there?!
"Mai, are you ok?" asked Yami, concerned.
"I- I'm-fine!" I sobbed, the fiery hotness flaming my eyes," Just. . .fine!" I pressed my lips together so they wouldn't turn down in disgust. My eyes watered up again," No need to worry," I croaked.
"Do you need water?"
"Yes!"
I quickly gulped down his and my water but that still wasn't enough. In a desperate attempt to wash away the scorching taste, I wolfed down my pig intestine. It was DISGUSTING. Cold and slimy and all that nasty stuff. It was worse than anything those contestants in Fear Factor have ever tasted. But thankfully, it helped.
"Gaaah!" I washed down the pig intestine down with the pitcher of a passing waitress. All eyes were on me. I shrank down into my seat. I wished I could sink to the ground and just die.
"Mai," said Yami in a serious voice," I need to tell you something."
My heart sank. Was it bad? Did he hate my clumsy, klutzy, dumb self? Or was it good? Did he like me?'No, Mai,' I told myself in a stern voice,' That's bad too.'
I cleared my throat. "Uh, sure, Yami."
"Do you mind if we take a little walk outside?"
"Yes. . .uh-I mean no! No, I wouldn't mind a bit, Yami."
"Good. Check, please."
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We took a nice stroll in the park. I kept on checking my watch every few minutes. 11:00. . . 11:05. . .Maybe if I stall long enough, I could slip through the talk.
"Isn't this a lovely night for a walk, Yami?"
"Yes. . .but I need to tell you something important-"
"I love full moons, don't you?"
"Are you trying to change the subject?"
"Me? No! Can't a gal enjoy a walk in the park once in a while? You know what I also love? Flowers. . .clothes. . .duel monsters-"
"Mai, I love you."
I gave a weak and nervous laugh," And I love the park! The park's just great!"
"Mai-did you just hear what I said?"
"No. . .I must've had a piece of earwax in my ear or something because I thought you said that you loved me. . .and you don't . . .well, maybe as a good friend or a-"
"No, Mai. You were correct. I said I loved you, it's true, and it's not like a friend."
"I love cats too, maybe dogs-"
"Mai, why do you keep running away from the conversation?"
"Look Yami. . .I'm just. . .overwhelmed I guess. . . it's not everyday a person says "I love you" to each other. . .well, unless the'r related or married or something. . .but marrige is really out of the question, if you know what I mean . . . and you never told me! No hints, no signs. . .and what?- we knew each other for like-4 years? Hell, I thought you'd be going with Isis or Tea."
"Mai-I'm sorry for not telling you any sooner. . .it's just that. . .I knew that you loved Joey more than anyone in the world. . .maybe even yourself. I had no chance against him and when-when he died, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to tell you how I feel. . .and maybe find out if you felt the same way. And you are right-marrige is out of the question. . .but I want to know if-if you want a boyfriend."
I sighed and turned away. Every word was breaking my heart. "Yami. . .I-I'm sorry. . .I'm just not ready. . ."
He lowered his head, looking discouraged," You're right Mai. It's too early for you to date again. I was wrong to ask you-"
"No. . . I'm glad you told me how you felt. I'm . . . sorry too. . .for the horrible time we had together-"
"Horrible? This was the best night of my life."
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Yami and I had an ok time at the movies. We purchased this huge vat of buttery popcorn, two large Cokes, and the biggest bag of Twizzlers they carry. I actually didn't catch the name of the movie, or pay attention to it. The whole time I was making sure Yami and I were not interacting in any way.
A couple of times our fingers brushed together when we got popcorn and once I thought that he was putting his arm around me when he really just wanted to get the bag of candy that was on my side. I was glad that the movie theatre was dark because my face was burning like hell that one moment.
"So, what did you like about the movie?" asked Yami as got out of the theatre.
"Uh. . ." I stammered," I liked. . .I liked the. . .uh-details!" 'God, Mai, why couldn't you think so something better?' I fumed to myself.
He laughed," The details, huh?"
"They had great details!" I said defensively, trying not to sound too dumb. "What was wrong with the details?"
"Nothing." He tried not to smile.
When we got to the restaurant, I was shocked. It was one of those fancy, romantic, French restaurants that had those small, yet expensive, dinner courses. How could Yami afford a dinner here after buying me the jewelry? I felt even worse when I looked at the menu. The cheapest thing there was a small proportion of salad that costed nearly 12 dollars. Heck, soon I make Yami become bankrupt in a week at this rate.
I looked around," This place is so nice (why couldn't you have used a better word?) Yami . . I feel so out of place here without a dress on."
"I think you look great. It matches your hair."
"Really. . .?" I was speechless and I knew I was blushing furiously again. I tired to think up some complement for him.
"Yami. . .I like that. . .um. . .belt your . . uh. . .wearing on your neck." 'Mai-you are such an idiot,' I scolded myself.
"Really? Thank you." He smiled, which made me feel goosebumps up and down my arms. Maybe it was just cold. "Is it just me, or is it cold in here?" I asked.
"Here-take my coat. . ."
"No thanks. . .the last time I borrowed someone's coat, they died."
Yami's face softened," Mai. . .I didn't mean to trigger any memories-"
"No. . .that's ok. . .maybe I will take you up on that offer. . .it's getting kind of chilly."
He took off his jacket and draped it around my shoulders.
"Thanks. . .I said quietly. We stared at each other for the longest time.
"May I take your order?" butted in spindly waiter with a curved shiny moustache. We quickly looked away. I frowned at the waiter. Boy, do some people just ruin a moment.
While Yami ordered his dinner, I scanned the menu. Everything was basically in French. I tried to decipher what meant what until the waiter turned to me.
"What will you have, Madame?"
"I-uh. . .I want this." I pointed to anything in particular.
He scribbled it down and walked away to the next table. Yami was snickering as soon as he left.
"What?" I asked as I took a sip of water," What's so funny?"
"Mai, have you- have you been studying French lately?"
"I don't take that class. Why?"
He started to chuckle," Because-because I think you just ordered pig intestines!"
"Shit! Are you kidding?!" I choked on the water I was drinking and spewed it on Yami's shirt.
I thought he'd get mad, but he just laughed it off. I stared at my napkin, my ears burning and teeth clenched. 'Mai, you are so, so stupid!'
Yami was about to say something, but the waiter came with our food. Yami had 2 king-sized red spiders (a.k.a crabs) and I had something that resembled a pair of dead panty hose soaked in gravy. I hated gravy.
I swear that I saw the waiter smile as he left. To him, I was just another dumb American girl who ordered whatever without knowing what it was. I probably was.
Yami started putting spices on his crabs and I just sat there like a moron, poking at my pig intestine and staring at as if I could stare long enough, it would magically change into something edible. I started to drift around in my own little thoughts. My eyes wandered around until they stopped at Yami's chest. Since the tables were a bit short, the chairs were a bit high and Yami was a bit tall, I could see he stomach too. I could also see his muscles under that loose black t-shirt. He must have the greatest-looking six-pack in the world.
"Yami, you have nice abs!" I blurted out, without thinking.
"What?" He started laughing again.
"I meant crabs! You have nice crabs, Yami!" My face turned as red as a beet.
He grinned," Do you want to try some?"
Personally, I hate crab. I hate the smell, taste and look of it and I would definitely not like to try any at all, for that matter. But I was way too deep in the hole. Why would I refuse to try some after I just (stupidly) called them nice?
"Uh. . .sure. . ." I took a deep breath.
He forked some white hot crab meat and held it out to my mouth. I closed my eyes and started to grind my teeth before finally clamping my lips upon the fork. Then I felt an odd sensation in my mouth. It was burning as if someone stuffed a volcano in there. My eyes burned and tears started to form. I rubbed my throat. It was sore and scratchy. What kind of spices did Yami put in there?!
"Mai, are you ok?" asked Yami, concerned.
"I- I'm-fine!" I sobbed, the fiery hotness flaming my eyes," Just. . .fine!" I pressed my lips together so they wouldn't turn down in disgust. My eyes watered up again," No need to worry," I croaked.
"Do you need water?"
"Yes!"
I quickly gulped down his and my water but that still wasn't enough. In a desperate attempt to wash away the scorching taste, I wolfed down my pig intestine. It was DISGUSTING. Cold and slimy and all that nasty stuff. It was worse than anything those contestants in Fear Factor have ever tasted. But thankfully, it helped.
"Gaaah!" I washed down the pig intestine down with the pitcher of a passing waitress. All eyes were on me. I shrank down into my seat. I wished I could sink to the ground and just die.
"Mai," said Yami in a serious voice," I need to tell you something."
My heart sank. Was it bad? Did he hate my clumsy, klutzy, dumb self? Or was it good? Did he like me?'No, Mai,' I told myself in a stern voice,' That's bad too.'
I cleared my throat. "Uh, sure, Yami."
"Do you mind if we take a little walk outside?"
"Yes. . .uh-I mean no! No, I wouldn't mind a bit, Yami."
"Good. Check, please."
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We took a nice stroll in the park. I kept on checking my watch every few minutes. 11:00. . . 11:05. . .Maybe if I stall long enough, I could slip through the talk.
"Isn't this a lovely night for a walk, Yami?"
"Yes. . .but I need to tell you something important-"
"I love full moons, don't you?"
"Are you trying to change the subject?"
"Me? No! Can't a gal enjoy a walk in the park once in a while? You know what I also love? Flowers. . .clothes. . .duel monsters-"
"Mai, I love you."
I gave a weak and nervous laugh," And I love the park! The park's just great!"
"Mai-did you just hear what I said?"
"No. . .I must've had a piece of earwax in my ear or something because I thought you said that you loved me. . .and you don't . . .well, maybe as a good friend or a-"
"No, Mai. You were correct. I said I loved you, it's true, and it's not like a friend."
"I love cats too, maybe dogs-"
"Mai, why do you keep running away from the conversation?"
"Look Yami. . .I'm just. . .overwhelmed I guess. . . it's not everyday a person says "I love you" to each other. . .well, unless the'r related or married or something. . .but marrige is really out of the question, if you know what I mean . . . and you never told me! No hints, no signs. . .and what?- we knew each other for like-4 years? Hell, I thought you'd be going with Isis or Tea."
"Mai-I'm sorry for not telling you any sooner. . .it's just that. . .I knew that you loved Joey more than anyone in the world. . .maybe even yourself. I had no chance against him and when-when he died, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to tell you how I feel. . .and maybe find out if you felt the same way. And you are right-marrige is out of the question. . .but I want to know if-if you want a boyfriend."
I sighed and turned away. Every word was breaking my heart. "Yami. . .I-I'm sorry. . .I'm just not ready. . ."
He lowered his head, looking discouraged," You're right Mai. It's too early for you to date again. I was wrong to ask you-"
"No. . . I'm glad you told me how you felt. I'm . . . sorry too. . .for the horrible time we had together-"
"Horrible? This was the best night of my life."
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