Draco: Chapter 3 anyone?

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"Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night"

Omi sat in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection. He held his phone in one hand and the note in the other. Why was he so nervous? All he had to do was dial the number, get directions from Aya, and say "Seeya there!" What was the big deal? Well, there was the concept of talking to the beautiful, silent Aya. That could do it.

Heaving a deep sigh, he punched in the number. His hands were slightly shaky as he listened to it ring. Which did he want more, an answering machine or an answer? To late now.

"Hello?"

Omi swallowed hard. "Uh hey! Aya? It's Omi."

"Hey."

"Er...directions?" He stammered after a moment's silence.

"It's really not that hard. A left out of the school lot, pass two churches, right onto Carriage Ford, first house on the right."

Omi wrote it down quickly, trying to think of what to say next. All that came out was a "thanks."

"Alright," Aya sighed. "Seeya there."

A blush crossed Omi's face at the sound of the line he had expected to say. "Uh yeah. Seeya."

He listened to the click and the dial tone for a moment before hanging up. That had been so simple. Why had he worried about it? What had he expected to happen? Shaking his head, Omi stared at himself in the mirror for a moment longer. Ah well. Party time.

About half an hour later, he stepped back up to the smooth glass. His usual knee-length, black, vinyl jacket fell over a fishnet shirt and vinyl pants with Docs. Thin, black-nailed hands tied a black bandana on his head. Some ginger blonde hair fell across thickly lined blue eyes. With a sigh, he smiled at his reflection, and that beautiful goth smiled back.

Time for fun.

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"Ah! Key! Drop dead gorgeous!" Heather cooed as she opened the door and hugged Omi. "I'm so glad you made it!"

Omi smiled and hugged her back. "So am I."

The girl grinned, holding him at arms length and looking him up and down. "You are such a shnaz! Gotta love the vinyl!" She laughed, her grin broadening. "So. Aya give you any trouble?"

A blush responded to her question. "Well, he wouldn't talk to me, if that's what you mean. He got some little girl to give me a note, and he didn't sound too amused about talking to me on the phone."

"He's like that sometimes," she grinned and winked. "It'll be fine once you get to know one another. Come on. I'll show you around, make some introductions..."

Omi followed his host graciously. He was introduced first to his new friend's girlfriend, a well-built, beautiful, gothish girl named Maggi, who hugged him and praised his choice in clothing and looks until he blushed crimson. Then he met a petite girl referred to as "Pookie," who was drawing her own manga. From what Omi got to read of it, it seemed really good. After awhile, he was struggling to connect all the faces in his eyes with all the names in his head, but that was okay. There were so many nice, cool people, many more than he had expected to find in such a cowtown area. Lost in that thought as Heather led him into the kitchen, Omi almost tripped over something. When he looked down, someone's legs were sticking out from under a table.

Heather smirked. "And that'd be Ken. You can meet him when he's sober."

Omi met his friend's eyes with a smile, and received one in return. He was spending all night with these people? This was going to be interesting.

Trying to avoid Ken's legs, Omi followed on into the kitchen. Heather made a face and hitched a thumb back to an older woman at the table as she went to get a drink. Omi guessed that was the aunt she had mentioned.

"Heather, dear?"

Yup. That was the aunt.

"Yeah?"

"No alcohol, remember?"

Heather forced a smile. "None available. Ken was drunk when he got here. Besides, he's passed out. Want me to shove his legs under the table as a safety concern?"

Omi tried not to laugh.

"That won't be necessary," the woman sighed. "Well, that's all I've seen. I'll be calling you from time to time to check on you. Have fun."

"We will," Heather called, as the woman left, rolling her eyes. "What a party pooper. Probly should move Ken's legs, though."

This time Omi did laugh, along with his host. They grinned at each other and she motioned for him to follow again. She led him to a big room with only a few people in it, where she turned on a house wide stereo and cranked up the volume. The Ramones blasted from the speakers, and Heather sang and danced along.

Omi laughed as he watched her, and took a step back to give her more room, which backed him into someone. He jumped and spun, nearly tripping over his own feet, but a hand on his shoulder steadied him. Wide-eyed, he looked up into the beautiful face of Aya. Somehow he had known that was who it would be.

The goth blushed and smiled nervously. "Hey! Gomen!"

"Don't worry about it."

"Uh yeah!" He squeaked and spun back around. Oh boy! Hadn't he planned and been so happy to meet Aya at the party? So why was he so jumpy all of the sudden? Then he realized Aya's hand was still on his shoulder.

"Hey Aya!" Heather laughed, completely out of breath.

She stumbled over and into the punk, giggling, making his hand slip so his arm was around Omi's shoulders. Omi felt himself blush brighter as Aya's fingers brushed across the fishnet. He did not mind in the slightest, but he felt so shy around Aya for some reason. The older boy did not seem to care either, and left his arm where it was as he caught Heather with the other.

"Having fun, Draco-chan?"

Their host just grinned in response, trying to catch her breath.

"Draco-chan!" A voice called from the kitchen.

Heather heaved a sigh and pushed off of Aya with a grunt. "Key!"

Aya took his arm back, much to Omi's dismay, and followed the girl. The voice apparently came from someone Omi had not yet met. He was a tall, pretty boy type with a cigarette dangling from his lips, and he was watching Heather over his shades as he attempted to hold someone up. Omi guessed the slumped brunette was the same as the legs his host had called Ken.

The new guy smirked. "Thought we agreed he wouldn't drink this time."

Heather raised a brow and pulled a chair out for Ken. "Yeah, and I thought we agreed you wouldn't smoke inside this time. Now sit him down and put that out, Youji-chan."

Rolling his eyes, Youji did as he was told, washing the cigarette down the sink. "Did I at least miss your aunt this time?"

"You kiddin'?" Heather laughed. "She'd of smelt that burning a mile away."

Omi watched as the girl pulled a water bottle out of a cabinet, filled it, and then proceeded to spray Ken in the face. "Wakey, wakey."

Sputtering, the other boy groaned and sat up. "Oi! Enough with the shower, fire-breath!"

The surrounding group laughed in response, all save for the ever serious Aya. Youji noticed this, and grinned evilly, walking towards the redhead. he tapped him on the nose, and received no more than crossed arms and a quirked eyebrow.

"Why you gotta be so stony, hot stuff?"

With a smirk, Aya reached up and flicked Youji's glasses off his nose. Another chorus of laughter filled the room at the pretty boy's dejected look. He grumbled, glaring at the punk, and crouched down to retrieve his shades, as well as his pride. Unfortunately for him, he cracked hi head on the kitchen table in the process.

"Gah!" Youji rubbed his forehead as he picked up his glasses, then hit his head on his way back up. Heather groaned and tried to catch a box of sodas he had unbalanced, but was too late. An entire twelve pack of Pepsi rolled one-by-one off the table to land on Youji's head, effectively knocked him unconscious.

The group watching him in silence, until Heather looked up at Omi and gave a slight smile. "Should I shove his legs under the table?"

The two stared at one another for a moment, then fell over laughing, Heather leaning on Ken and Omi leaning against Aya, as the others just looked confused.

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Draco: Ooki... The drunk Ken thing was because I don't know him well enough yet to write him, and the sodas knocking Youji unconscious...well...that was just on a whim.