quickened my pace with a sigh. It felt like he was dragging me behind.
Then his voice reassured me. "Phew. We're here. Oh man, I hope the guys wont bitch at me for this." I was dragged into the large music store.
"So this is Music Centra? It's ..Er..It's Beautiful!" I lied, looking over to the side. Gosh. I can't do it. It's hard to fess up sometimes. The Truth. You know how that is. You want people to think you are the best, and not some helpless girl; That's how I am feeling right now..
"Really?" He replied. "They could've done a better at the paint job atleast. But, Yeah, now that you brought it up. I guess it is nice. Hey Um, Here, you can sit here." He directed me to a chair, and I quietly sat down, somewhat confused.
In the slight corner, I could hear some talking.
'ey, Whose that girl Man?'
'She's kinda cute. Where'd you pick her up. Sounds like a prostitute, heh.'
'Yeah--Yamato, tch, Girl - Magnet.'
Me? Prostitute? I don't think I like these people very much..
"Naw. She's my friend, yo. Aint no pros. I was in a hurry to get here. We gotta practice or what?"
*********
Mr. Rockstar over here, was as good as he described himself. I didn't know how late it was, but I think I overheard one of Yamato's friend saying it was five or something. "Yamato, I think I should be getting home soon. I don't want to worry my--uh. Parents." If you could call them that.
"So Soon? Strict Parents." He chuckled. "Want me to walk you home?"
Talk about a regular lady's man. Pfft. Gimme a break. "Sure, uh. If you'd like." Besides, what harm could that do. I don't know this area of Odaiba very well, and..some help might be good!
"Well, let's get going. Don't want your parents to have a cow."
*********
As we walked, I began to think that accepting his offer was a good idea. I was having a great time. We talked about a lot of stuff, and I felt that I knew Yamato better than anyone else, with the exceptions of the Ishijuros of course. Yamato isn't really that bad--He's nice, sweet, and caring. I think..I think I was beginning to fall for --Oh..bah. It's crazy stuff really. I was kind of sad when we arrived at the Ishijuro's home/shop.
"Well, this is it, right? ' Ishijuro's Flower and Gifts.' " Yamato asked.
"Yeah.." I sighed. "Thanks for the walk Yamato. It's been..Fun." I felt around for the door of the house/shop. "Um, See you." I said, quickly opening the door, and shutting it behind me. I could hear his voice saying something through the wooden door. ' See you at the park at two! '
"Yeah. See you at two.."
I took off my shoes, and shouted. "Mrs. Ishijuro! I'm home!" I could hear sounds of footsteps, and a familiar, welcoming voice.
"Hello Sora! Did you have fun?" Mrs. Ishijuro said. "Where'd you go in your free time?"
That Mrs. Ishijuro. Always looking after me as though she was my real mother. "I went to the park today. And I met a new person. He was really nice.."
I heard a slight gasp. "Sora, I told you never to talk to strangers!"
"I didn't Mrs. Ishijuro. He talked to me first! It was kind of funny, really."
"..Well, as long as you're alright. So, tell me about your new "friend." I sensed suspicion in her voice.
"He said he was Yamato Ishida. He can also sing and play the guitar really well."
"Oh, that's neat! Well Sora, I'll be in the kitchen making dinner alright?"
"Sure." After I finished speaking, I heard another pair of footsteps. "DID YOU JUST SAY YAMATO?!"
Oh. Great, it was the Ishijuro's daughter--Suzuka. Mr. Ishijuro was still at work, so that leaves me and Mrs. Ishijuro taking care of the Flower Shop, while Suzuka [ lazy arse ] spends her day somewhere doing who knows what. Suzuka is my age, but maybe a few months older. I don't really like her, and I don't think she likes me either. She always acts as though I'm doing something to try and piss her off.
"Well?" Suzuka asked in a bossy tone.
"Yes. I met a Yamato Ishida today. He was very nice to me." I said, teasing her. I knew she was always talking about Yamato this, and Yamato that. I didn't know who he was until today. I felt her grab me and shake me violently.
"WHERE DID YOU MEET HIM?"
"Let go of me, Bitch! I didn't do anything to you! I met him at the park--Now let go!" I demanded. She took her hands off my shoulder. "I also get to see him again tomorrow, at Two." I smirked.
"Hmph! How unfair! What's so special about -you?- Pfft. Tomorrow, when you go on your little date, you can just Kiss my Ass before you leave." And I heard her stomp off in fury. ' Sorry, I would , but, I don't know where it's been. '
Jealous. You know, I think tomorrow, might be one of the best days yet.
Then his voice reassured me. "Phew. We're here. Oh man, I hope the guys wont bitch at me for this." I was dragged into the large music store.
"So this is Music Centra? It's ..Er..It's Beautiful!" I lied, looking over to the side. Gosh. I can't do it. It's hard to fess up sometimes. The Truth. You know how that is. You want people to think you are the best, and not some helpless girl; That's how I am feeling right now..
"Really?" He replied. "They could've done a better at the paint job atleast. But, Yeah, now that you brought it up. I guess it is nice. Hey Um, Here, you can sit here." He directed me to a chair, and I quietly sat down, somewhat confused.
In the slight corner, I could hear some talking.
'ey, Whose that girl Man?'
'She's kinda cute. Where'd you pick her up. Sounds like a prostitute, heh.'
'Yeah--Yamato, tch, Girl - Magnet.'
Me? Prostitute? I don't think I like these people very much..
"Naw. She's my friend, yo. Aint no pros. I was in a hurry to get here. We gotta practice or what?"
*********
Mr. Rockstar over here, was as good as he described himself. I didn't know how late it was, but I think I overheard one of Yamato's friend saying it was five or something. "Yamato, I think I should be getting home soon. I don't want to worry my--uh. Parents." If you could call them that.
"So Soon? Strict Parents." He chuckled. "Want me to walk you home?"
Talk about a regular lady's man. Pfft. Gimme a break. "Sure, uh. If you'd like." Besides, what harm could that do. I don't know this area of Odaiba very well, and..some help might be good!
"Well, let's get going. Don't want your parents to have a cow."
*********
As we walked, I began to think that accepting his offer was a good idea. I was having a great time. We talked about a lot of stuff, and I felt that I knew Yamato better than anyone else, with the exceptions of the Ishijuros of course. Yamato isn't really that bad--He's nice, sweet, and caring. I think..I think I was beginning to fall for --Oh..bah. It's crazy stuff really. I was kind of sad when we arrived at the Ishijuro's home/shop.
"Well, this is it, right? ' Ishijuro's Flower and Gifts.' " Yamato asked.
"Yeah.." I sighed. "Thanks for the walk Yamato. It's been..Fun." I felt around for the door of the house/shop. "Um, See you." I said, quickly opening the door, and shutting it behind me. I could hear his voice saying something through the wooden door. ' See you at the park at two! '
"Yeah. See you at two.."
I took off my shoes, and shouted. "Mrs. Ishijuro! I'm home!" I could hear sounds of footsteps, and a familiar, welcoming voice.
"Hello Sora! Did you have fun?" Mrs. Ishijuro said. "Where'd you go in your free time?"
That Mrs. Ishijuro. Always looking after me as though she was my real mother. "I went to the park today. And I met a new person. He was really nice.."
I heard a slight gasp. "Sora, I told you never to talk to strangers!"
"I didn't Mrs. Ishijuro. He talked to me first! It was kind of funny, really."
"..Well, as long as you're alright. So, tell me about your new "friend." I sensed suspicion in her voice.
"He said he was Yamato Ishida. He can also sing and play the guitar really well."
"Oh, that's neat! Well Sora, I'll be in the kitchen making dinner alright?"
"Sure." After I finished speaking, I heard another pair of footsteps. "DID YOU JUST SAY YAMATO?!"
Oh. Great, it was the Ishijuro's daughter--Suzuka. Mr. Ishijuro was still at work, so that leaves me and Mrs. Ishijuro taking care of the Flower Shop, while Suzuka [ lazy arse ] spends her day somewhere doing who knows what. Suzuka is my age, but maybe a few months older. I don't really like her, and I don't think she likes me either. She always acts as though I'm doing something to try and piss her off.
"Well?" Suzuka asked in a bossy tone.
"Yes. I met a Yamato Ishida today. He was very nice to me." I said, teasing her. I knew she was always talking about Yamato this, and Yamato that. I didn't know who he was until today. I felt her grab me and shake me violently.
"WHERE DID YOU MEET HIM?"
"Let go of me, Bitch! I didn't do anything to you! I met him at the park--Now let go!" I demanded. She took her hands off my shoulder. "I also get to see him again tomorrow, at Two." I smirked.
"Hmph! How unfair! What's so special about -you?- Pfft. Tomorrow, when you go on your little date, you can just Kiss my Ass before you leave." And I heard her stomp off in fury. ' Sorry, I would , but, I don't know where it's been. '
Jealous. You know, I think tomorrow, might be one of the best days yet.
