Sorry for any glaring mistakes, ya?
And Slam Dunk is not owned by me...
Strangers Like Us #2
CheekyBoy: So, how was your day today?
FujiFilM: It was fine. Thank you for asking. How about yours? Any interesting things you note down?
CheekyBoy: I saw this group of boys playing basketball at the public court. They were around 14, 15 years old. They were pretty good. One of them did an excellent three-pointer. Have you tried shooting one?
FujiFilM: No. But there's this player in my school basketball team that does perfect three-point shots. It was breath taking just watching him play. I'm sure your three-point shots would be as breath taking too.
CheekyBoy: My shots don't usually go in. I'm working on it. Haha. What school are you studying in? Maybe I know this three-pointer god of yours.
FujiFilM: Shohoku High of Kanagawa district.
Shohoku... Shohoku?! He eagerly typed his response.
CheekyBoy: Mitsui. Hisashi Mitsui of Shohoku. Jersey number 14 and currently in his third year. He's 184cm and weighs 70kg. Position: Shooting guard. Am I right? He was pretty impressive during the qualifying league rounds.
FujiFilM: I'm impressed. You do know your opponents well. Unless... You are from Shohoku too?
CheekyBoy: Sorry to disappoint you.
"Dinnertime!"
He stared blankly at the screen. Snapping out of his reverie, he quickly typed, "Got to go" and sauntered to the dining table. Ah. Nothing like food to make you happy after a long, strenuous day.
He checked the wall clock. 8:38PM. Hmm. Rather late for dinner, but who cares? As long as there is food on the table, he would gladly sit down and eat them up. Shouldn't waste those foods. No, no.
He took a mouthful of rice and chewed thoughtfully. So, his FujiFilM is from Shohoku. Imagine that. He tried to think of some Shohoku girls who would usually come and support their basketball team. Too many, too many. Especially those Rukawa's cheerleaders. Could she be one of them? Nah. She doesn't seem to be like one of those brainless bimbos to him.
A fish ball hit his forehead, bounces twice on the table, and then rolled onto the floor. "Oi. Nee-san. Stop that."
"My brother is dreaming again. What is it this time? Studying abroad in America? To be the top basketball player in Japan? How to give your sister some money??" His sister looked at him, a twinkle of amusement in her eyes. "Or could it be... love?"
He ducked his head. "Nee-san..." He heard his sister's triumphant laugh, but chose to ignore it.
"I knew it! I knew it! Who could it be? One of your supporters? A girl in school? A girl you met while you were jaywalking? Wait... could it be a guy? Is that why you didn't want to confide in me? Your sister is a love expert, you know. I don't care whether it's a boy or a girl, as long as you love that person. Come on, tell me. Tell me..."
The chair scraped as he pushed it back and stood up. "I'm full," he announced. He turned and stalked straight towards him room.
"Oi! I'm talking to you. Put your bowl onto the sink, you lazy pig. Why do you..."He shut his bedroom door tightly, blocking his sister's incessant ramblings.
Safely lying on his bed (his sister cursing him in the kitchen could still be heard, but thankfully, it was faint), he stared at the ceiling. His hands were over his head, his right one stretched out while the other rested on his head. He sighed. Love? Could it be?
She interlocked her fingers and stretched out her arm. Ha... Life sure is wonderful. She had arrived school late for the first time (and got a earful from the discipline master), realized that they had a Maths spring test (yuck) and then, it rained while she was on her way home from school, leaving her soaked and shivering when she reached home.
However, after chatting with CheekyBoy for the past hour and telling her about her horrible day, she felt much better. His day was worse than hers.
CheekyBoy: Then the basketball hit my head! You should have seen the look on my coach's face!
FujiFilM: Wow. I feel much better now. Thank you. You are my hero.
CheekyBoy: I have to ask this. I couldn't sleep last night as the question was bugging me the whole night. If I loved you, would you love me back?
Her hands froze on the keyboard and her heart skipped a beat. Had he...? Did he...? When...?
CheekyBoy: I'm sorry if that scared you. I've been thinking about it a lot and...
She stared as his words appeared on the screen, yet her fingers refused to move. What should she say? What should she say? What should she say? Oh, help! What should she DO? Her fingers shook as she typed.
FujiFilM: And...?
CheekyBoy: And I think it's time for us to meet.
