Iiiiit's.....the second chapter! ::dance dance:: If you want lots of other schtuff I said, go to the previous chapter. Yeah.

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Her microwave breakfast still sat in the machine, long since forgotten. Haruka bit her lip, listening to the message once more.
Hello...I'm sorry to call when you're out...this is Kaioh Michiru...I'd like to talk to you sometime, if you have the time. Call me back. Then her number, and the time.
The tall blonde tapped her fingers lightly on the counter, thinking to herself. What the hell would Kaioh Michiru have to talk to her about? The turquoise-haired girl ignored her practically every other time they were near each other, at school, or anywhere else for that matter. Though they really didn't see each other outside of school often.
Maybe she would just ignore the message. If Michiru came up to her about it at school, she could just say that he answering machine wasn't working, and that she was going to be late for class. Then she could just leave. That wouldn't be that, wouldn't it? Crisis averted.
No, it wouldn't be. As much as Haruka wished she wasn't, Michiru was quite persistent. Whatever question she had, she wouldn't let it go unanswered.
Haruka sighed loudly, then picked up the phone, slowly dialing. It only rang twice before the person she least, and most, wanted to hear picked up.

She managed to replay quietly, You called me and... she paused, This is Haruka... but...yeah... you called me this morning and wanted to talk?
Yes, I did...do you think that you could meet me somewhere today? Michiru asked.
Haruka blanched slightly. She had thought this was just going to be a quick question on the telephone, not some rendezvous.

She managed to choke out.
With that, the arrangements were made; most made by Michiru, while Haruka agreed quietly.
As she let the phone slip from her hand onto its cradle, she sighed softly. She always sounded like such an idiot when she talked to Michiru...always. She ran a hand silently through her bangs, brushing them out of her eyes. She had no idea what she was going to say to her when they met later that day. At least it would be at the park...they could walk...something neutral like that.
She slumped down onto the white tiled floor, pulling her knees up to her chest, her back up against the kitchen counter. This had to be one of the most idiotic things she had ever done. Michiru must've already thought her to be a fool, and now she was going to prove it. At least it would be mostly Michiru's job to provide conversation; she was the one who wanted to talk about something in the first place.
The tall girl couldn't think of a single reason she couldn't have just said whatever she wanted on the phone. Whatever it was, it must've been important, to want to see Haruka face-to-face.