A/N: remember what I said about it being cold enough already? That's a big
fashion problem. I mean, okay, this Big Dance Thing I've scheduled (ah,
what an imagination!) is taking place under the stars, by the bay. There's
going to be a BIG dance platform, you know? *starts to get excited* and a
big stage with lots and lots of hott guys - err, I mean, lots and lots of
different bands and whatnot playing! There'll be a BIG table with lots and
LOTS of tasty snack for sweets-lovers, vegetarians, and carnivores alike!
There'll be lots of grass, and pretty decorations, and lots of flowers,
then the whole moonlit bay thing with romance blossoming everywhere and
couples and stuff and IF YOU PEEPS CAN KEEP THAT IN MIND because I'm not
really one to explain things ahead of time (like I am now) then explain
them all over again when I already explained them ahead of time. Dur. So!
Just keep that in mind... Hikari's nightmare starts here. One week.
Yeeheehee, I'm in for some torture, baby, real torture! *skips off
chuckling evilly, trips and falls over invisible speck of dust, then runs
off swearing*
The next morning
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"Yagami-san," Hitomi said the next morning before first period at their lockers. "Ooh, Yagami-san, you don't look too good. I don't think your date will like that."
"I'm perfectly fine," Hikari said.
"Ha! Nice try. I bet you haven't even got a date. Well?"
Hikari chose not to answer.
"That's what I thought," Hitomi said with an annoying look of superiority on her oh-so-perfect face. "I'm guessing you think Motomiya or Takaishi will ask you out, huh? Not. Motomiya, to be seen with him would be a major social put down, dear Yagami-san, and Takaishi is with me."
Hikari's head snapped up. "He is not! Takeru would never, not with a whore like you!" it had slipped out before she could stop it; Hikari hadn't gotten much sleep the other night, and Hitomi simply pissed her off by being Hitomi. But Hikari had never, never ever, never swore before. She clapped a hand to her mouth, mumbling an apology.
Hitomi recovered from whatever shock Hikari had put her in. "What's that? Can't even swear to your worst enemy without committing suicide of guilt?" Hitomi marched off with her two other friends laughing, just as the last bell rang. Hikari was late to class.
But, luckily for her clean record, the teacher let it go.
The day passed uneventfully other than the usual from Hitomi and Co. when the last bell rang, and everybody stampeded about the halls, Hikari shouted into a phone asking Mimi if she could go shopping with her any time, and they made a date tomorrow, then to Taichi to tell Okaasan and Otousan, if they got home before her, that she was going to the public library.
Which was exactly where she went, and Daisuke and Takeru walked her there even. Wasn't that sweet of them? But neither asked her out. Hikari dismissed it; she'd have to get one alone. Takeru... she needed to ask him about Hitomi.
There were plenty of books on both dating and dancing, and Hikari found herself copying down notes even, for things she had never thought of. Like 'Don't get chummy on the first date' and 'if he feels you up then smack him, cuz honey, he ain't the one for you' and 'don't stare at him but don't look away too much; pay close attention to what he's saying without paying attention'. which was fine with Hikari. She only wanted to be able to pretend that she'd been dating all her life, and that simply required the knowledge of the basics. Not basics that grown-ups told you, but basics from experience.
After she figured she had enough reference notes, Hikari didn't bother checking out any dating books. It was the dancing ones. After easily dismissing the ones she had already tried, Hikari sat don at her little table in the kiddie section with three or four books, all of which guaranteed best dancing skills ever, or something moronic like that.
The first was all about square dancing. Literally. Hikari wasn't interesting in spending five chapters on how to do-si-do the right way, but then, there was supposed to be all sorts of music, right? All sorts of dancing. But after flipping through every dancing book in the library (even the ones she tried before) she found nothing that would help her other than 'don't look down when you dance' and 'gaze at your partner THROUGH YOUR LASHES'. The latter might supposedly get her The Kiss.
With a sigh, Hikari looked down at her neatly written notes in her neat script.
"Excuse me, Miss?" asked the librarian, coming over. "The library is closing now, if you'd like to come back tomorrow. Will you be checking out any books?"
"No, but thank you very much." Hikari said, smiling. She gathered her things and left.
It was dark outside. Wow.
Before she could reach the end of the sidewalk, though, Taichi drove up.
"Hey, Imouto," he said through the window. "Okaasan and Otousan made me come out here looking for you. check out a million books?"
"Didn't check out any."
Taichi raised an eyebrow. "Anou, okay," he said haltingly, and Hikari gave him a wry smile. "Need a ride home?"
"Yes, please, thank you Oniisan."
Taichi grinned. "No problem. It's my job, isn't it?"
"I guess," Hikari said, climbing in the front seat.
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After dinner and getting ready for bed, Hikari made a little check list: Get dating experience, find a way to insure first real kiss, get outfit, learn to dance.
Proudly, she reviewed her notes taken (it was an absolute shock when she found she had memorized all of them) and she put a check mark next to 'get dating experience'. And, after a moment's hesitation, she put a check next to 'find a way to insure first real kiss'. Dating experience required having been sucking on some guy's tongue, right? Right.
Hikari sighed and put everything away in her desk. She'd show Hitomi and her goons. She'd show them. Mimi had the best fashion sense in the world, and once she heard Hikari's problem, she'd come up with a miracle way to get the best best-looking outfit that would work wonderfully, and Hitomi would learn. Hikari could also milk it for all it was worth and ask about kissing and dating (just to be safe) and maybe dancing.
Hikari slept somewhat more peacefully...
.
The next morning
.
.
.
"Yagami-san," Hitomi said the next morning before first period at their lockers. "Ooh, Yagami-san, you don't look too good. I don't think your date will like that."
"I'm perfectly fine," Hikari said.
"Ha! Nice try. I bet you haven't even got a date. Well?"
Hikari chose not to answer.
"That's what I thought," Hitomi said with an annoying look of superiority on her oh-so-perfect face. "I'm guessing you think Motomiya or Takaishi will ask you out, huh? Not. Motomiya, to be seen with him would be a major social put down, dear Yagami-san, and Takaishi is with me."
Hikari's head snapped up. "He is not! Takeru would never, not with a whore like you!" it had slipped out before she could stop it; Hikari hadn't gotten much sleep the other night, and Hitomi simply pissed her off by being Hitomi. But Hikari had never, never ever, never swore before. She clapped a hand to her mouth, mumbling an apology.
Hitomi recovered from whatever shock Hikari had put her in. "What's that? Can't even swear to your worst enemy without committing suicide of guilt?" Hitomi marched off with her two other friends laughing, just as the last bell rang. Hikari was late to class.
But, luckily for her clean record, the teacher let it go.
The day passed uneventfully other than the usual from Hitomi and Co. when the last bell rang, and everybody stampeded about the halls, Hikari shouted into a phone asking Mimi if she could go shopping with her any time, and they made a date tomorrow, then to Taichi to tell Okaasan and Otousan, if they got home before her, that she was going to the public library.
Which was exactly where she went, and Daisuke and Takeru walked her there even. Wasn't that sweet of them? But neither asked her out. Hikari dismissed it; she'd have to get one alone. Takeru... she needed to ask him about Hitomi.
There were plenty of books on both dating and dancing, and Hikari found herself copying down notes even, for things she had never thought of. Like 'Don't get chummy on the first date' and 'if he feels you up then smack him, cuz honey, he ain't the one for you' and 'don't stare at him but don't look away too much; pay close attention to what he's saying without paying attention'. which was fine with Hikari. She only wanted to be able to pretend that she'd been dating all her life, and that simply required the knowledge of the basics. Not basics that grown-ups told you, but basics from experience.
After she figured she had enough reference notes, Hikari didn't bother checking out any dating books. It was the dancing ones. After easily dismissing the ones she had already tried, Hikari sat don at her little table in the kiddie section with three or four books, all of which guaranteed best dancing skills ever, or something moronic like that.
The first was all about square dancing. Literally. Hikari wasn't interesting in spending five chapters on how to do-si-do the right way, but then, there was supposed to be all sorts of music, right? All sorts of dancing. But after flipping through every dancing book in the library (even the ones she tried before) she found nothing that would help her other than 'don't look down when you dance' and 'gaze at your partner THROUGH YOUR LASHES'. The latter might supposedly get her The Kiss.
With a sigh, Hikari looked down at her neatly written notes in her neat script.
"Excuse me, Miss?" asked the librarian, coming over. "The library is closing now, if you'd like to come back tomorrow. Will you be checking out any books?"
"No, but thank you very much." Hikari said, smiling. She gathered her things and left.
It was dark outside. Wow.
Before she could reach the end of the sidewalk, though, Taichi drove up.
"Hey, Imouto," he said through the window. "Okaasan and Otousan made me come out here looking for you. check out a million books?"
"Didn't check out any."
Taichi raised an eyebrow. "Anou, okay," he said haltingly, and Hikari gave him a wry smile. "Need a ride home?"
"Yes, please, thank you Oniisan."
Taichi grinned. "No problem. It's my job, isn't it?"
"I guess," Hikari said, climbing in the front seat.
.
After dinner and getting ready for bed, Hikari made a little check list: Get dating experience, find a way to insure first real kiss, get outfit, learn to dance.
Proudly, she reviewed her notes taken (it was an absolute shock when she found she had memorized all of them) and she put a check mark next to 'get dating experience'. And, after a moment's hesitation, she put a check next to 'find a way to insure first real kiss'. Dating experience required having been sucking on some guy's tongue, right? Right.
Hikari sighed and put everything away in her desk. She'd show Hitomi and her goons. She'd show them. Mimi had the best fashion sense in the world, and once she heard Hikari's problem, she'd come up with a miracle way to get the best best-looking outfit that would work wonderfully, and Hitomi would learn. Hikari could also milk it for all it was worth and ask about kissing and dating (just to be safe) and maybe dancing.
Hikari slept somewhat more peacefully...
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