YUA: Thanx for the reviews people! And, Evil Neko? Don't worry! I'm sure no
one is afraid of bi-ness! Actually, pardon my bluntness, but I'm sure most
people would like it! Er...sorry. On with the next story! ^__^;; Ridge
Fate, here's my message...DUDE, IT'S A FREAKIN' STORY! And, besides, I'm
not preaching that it's ok to do crazy crap at whatever age. But obviously,
if hormones are raging, whatcha' gonna do? God, just...let dreaming people
dream...sheesh...RIKKU SAID SHE WAS AN ORPHAN JUST TO LET HER STAY!! IT WAS
ONLY AN EXCUSE!! GOOD GOD PAY MORE ATTENTION TO THE STORY! I KNOW SHE'S NOT
A FREAKIN' OPRHAN!!
I DON'T OWN STARBUCKS!! Although...I might someday...nah...it's nice to dream though (hint hint)...
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In Your Dreams!
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"So, where exactly are we heading?"
"I dunno. You want to get something to eat?"
"I guess so. I am sorta hungry." Rikku rubs her stomach, and I try not to blush as I drive. She leans back in the chair, looking out the sun- roof. For someone who has never been in a car before, she sure is a fast learner. She pops back up and eyes the glove compartment.
"What's in there?" Her eyes are gleaming with curiosity, and she reaches for the handle.
"You can open it." She does so, and a camera falls into her hand.
"What's this?"
"That's a camera."
"A camera? Is it like a sphere?"
"Well, that kind of camera is like an visual sphere. It'll record still pictures, but that's it."
"Is there another kind?"
"Yes, it's called a camcorder. It record both moving pictures and sounds."
"Cool." She twirls the camera around her hands for a little bit, trying to figure it out. Her finger presses down on a button, and a blinding flash fills the car.
"YIKES!!" She drops the camera, and my eyes recover from the flash, and I'm doing my best not to laugh. And I fail miserably. I can't help but burst out laughing.
"That's not funny! What happened?"
"Well, you just snapped a picture of yourself!"
"Where is the picture?"
"There is a roll of film in the camera itself, and you have to have the film developed in order to see the picture."
"Oh." Maybe I should get some pics, and send them to my friends...but will they believe me? Or will they just blow it off as another one of those crazed girls that dress up as video game characters? Bah, who needs'em? I don't need their opinions. Besides, they would probably just try and...and win her over. Just like I'm trying to do. Damn man, I'm such a helpless romantic...All of my guy friends said I've always been quite the ladies' man, and my family says that too. Sheesh, maybe it's just that. Maybe that's the reason I've been rejected so many times. Maybe it's because I like TOO MANY girls. Well, now...I'm just trying to get this ONE. This one sitting right next to me. In my car...
[Go on! Do it! Ask her on a date! You know you want to!]
DAMNED HORMONES! Why can't my mind leave me alone?! I will not ruin this! I will not do anything...er, unusual. Well, I never have before, but...y'know..just in case.
"We're here!" I pull up to the curb, and the car turns off.
"Where are we?" She looks around as she steps out of the car.
"We're at a coffee place! Or, Starbucks, rather."
"Starbucks? They sell food and drinks?"
"Well, mostly drinks. But some food, too." I close my door, and walk to the other side of the car. She turns to close her door, but I've already done it. Y'see what I mean? Whatwith all this gentlemen stuff? Gah! It's like a...a...a disease! Well, I guess a good one.
We walk into Starbucks, and the fresh smell of coffee floods my nostrils. I look at Rikku, who cringes her nose when she takes a sniff of the air.
"Trust me. You'll like the taste."
"I hope so." She follows me to the front counter, and a man behind the cash register with an ungodly fake, happy, worthless accent greets us.
"Yes, hello, welcome to Starbucks, what would you like?"
"Um, I'll have just a regular expresso, and...Rikku? What do you want?" She stares eagerly at the menu hanging over the counter.
"What's a frappachino?"
"And she'll take a frappachino."
"Right." He punches in some numbers, and looks back at me.
"Eleven twenty-five."
"Godamn! This place just keeps getting pricier!" I hand him exact change, and we sit down at a table, waiting for the order.
"You didn't answer me. What is a frappachino?"
"It's...Uh...well it's a...I...just wait!"
"You don't know, do you?"
"No, I do, I just can't really explain the taste of something you've never had before, because the ingredients are something you've never had before!"
"Oh. Sorry."
"Don't be. I would've asked the same thing."
"What about food?"
"Oh, shoot! We can go visit a place that specializes in food. Like...um, I guess we could stop by the mall and get some stuff at the food court."
"Mall?"
"It's a big chain of different stores, and they have a lot of good stuff."
"Ah, ok."
"Order number three-two-five!"
"That's us."
"Yay!" She jumps up from her seat, and trots to the counter with me. I take my expresso and she grabs her frappachino, spilling some as it travels in her hand. Spilling some on my leg.
"OW! OW! HOTHOTHOT!!
"Oops. Sorry." I can tell she's trying not to laugh, because her face is red. And her cheeks are puffing out. Until she finally lets it all out. I swear, she could've DIED laughing.
"Can you get me a napkin? They're over there, on that table!" I point to a table, and she runs goes to the table, coming back with a handful of napkins.
"Here, let me help."
"Um, I don't now if that's a good idea...er..." But it doesn't help. She's already wiping the spilled coffee off my pant leg. I can't stop blushing. My face has warmed up with embarrassment, and by now, my pants feel very, uh...restricting. Good God, I hope she doesn't notice.
"Um, Rikku, I'll finish it up." I grab a napkin, and turn away, wiping the coffee off of myself. After I'm finished, I turn around. She's just standing there, like 'Did I do something?'
"You wanna sit down, or drink these on the way?"
"I wanna stay!" She goes back to the table and sits down, shortly after joined by me. She takes a sip of her frappachino, and her eyes widen.
"This is GOOD!"
"I thought you'd like it." She takes another sip.
"Doesn't it bother you at all that it's hot?"
"Mine's not hot." She takes one more sip, and the cup comes back down from her face. I looks up at her, and there's a slight mustache of cream above her lips.
"Um...Rikku...?" I motion towards her lips, but she's doesn't know what the hell I'm doing.
"You feelin' ok?"
"Um, your...er, lips...Here." I hand her a napkin.
"What? I didn't spill anything!"
"No, but...your lips! Above your lips!"
"There's nothing there!"
"Argh! Here, give me the napkin!" I snatch it back from her, and much to my embarrassment, I end up wiping the cream off of her face. I show her the napkin, and she giggles.
"Oh. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
"What was that stuff anyway?"
"Its cream. It adds flavor to the drink." My drink has cooled down, and I bring the cup to my mouth, but some random Joe Shmoe comes over and sits down next to Rikku. My body heats up again, but not from the drink...
"Hey babe. What's your sign?"
"My...sign?" Ok, this is just ridiculous. That's gotta be the oldest line in the book. She doesn't know what it is, so...I'll answer for her.
"Its 'do not enter'. C'mon Rikku, I think we should go..."
"I wasn't asking you! You trying to pick a fight?!"
"Rikku, I REALLY think we should go..."
"What, are you her keeper or something?"
"No, but you can't-"
"Then shut it!" He turns back towards Rikku, who is looking especially worried and confused. No one in the game ever hit on her, so she doesn't know what it's like. I place my hand on her shoulder and urge her to come with me.
"Please, Rikku, let's get out of here..." We're starting to draw the crowds' looks. It's making me nervous.
"She can make her own decisions, dammit!" He stood up to me, and he was obviously older, and taller too. Rikku stood up, and she was pretty tall for her age. Almost taller than this guy.
"Hey! Calm down! First of all, I don't like anyone who calls random girls 'babe'. Second, I want to go."
"But I...er...damn!" These were the words of the guy that I heard before Rikku dragged me outside. How did she know to come back like that? HAS she been hit on before? I would think so...Well, not in the game. I mean, she has never been real before, so where did she learn to...? Bah, must be naturally programmed into women. Jeez, I'll never figure them out.
"What was that all about?"
"Well, as I said before, the men here are sometimes rude, and don't have many things on their mind..."
"C'mon, lets go. I don't like this place." Wow. She got us out of a tight spot. But what else could you expect from a fighter? I'm no fighter. Hell, she carries a set of metal knuckles! Or other types...
"Oh, dammit! I left the keys in the car!"
"Keys?"
"They open the car! And this..." I pointed through the window.
"...Is the lock! That's what's keeping us out! Damn!" I stomped my foot in frustration, while Rikku just closed her eyes, entering a deep state of thought.
"I get it! The locking mechanism is reachable from the outside as long as you have an object capable of slipping through!" Say what?
"English please."
"I can pick the lock with something."
"Are you a...mechanic, or something?" She just smiles at me as she takes out a thin, aluminum rod, like a paper clip almost. She pushes it into the keyhole, and lets it sit there, while she fiddles around, trying to pick the lock.
"Um, I'm not sure that's a good-"
"Done!"
"What?"
"It's unlocked!" I wrap my hand around the door handle, and pull. It opened!
"Haha! You're a genius!" I'd hug her, if I didn't have hot coffee in my hand...damn coffee.
"Now, let's get to this 'mall' place you were talking about, 'kay?"
"Right! Oh, just put your drink in the cup holder. Just...press that right there."
"This?" She presses something under the radio, and two cup holders pop out. Place mine in the left one, and she studies the contraption before letting it hold her drink.
"This is a strange type of machina."
"Machina?! No, this is a machine. I guess they're sorta the same thing, except, we're too stupid to even make a super-intelligent bipedal robot!"
"You're that behind?!"
"Well, the Japanese are especially skilled at technology and crap like that, but don't go looking to us Americans for advanced stuff!"
"...Now I'm thoroughly confused."
"Ummm...I'll explain it to you later."
"Ok..." I twisted the keys, and the car rumbled to life. I gassed it, and we sped off towards the mall. God, I can't believe I suggested going to the mall. She'll probably want to end up buying something, then she'll be trying stuff on, and we'll be there for hours and hours...Jeez! Emotions can make you do some crazy stuff, can't they?
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YUA: From now on, please don't have any...rude stuff or things hinting towards the content of the story. After all, I DO use my parents email. And from now on, PLEASE...no flames! ::cough, cough:: Ridge fate ::cough, hack, gag::
I DON'T OWN STARBUCKS!! Although...I might someday...nah...it's nice to dream though (hint hint)...
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In Your Dreams!
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"So, where exactly are we heading?"
"I dunno. You want to get something to eat?"
"I guess so. I am sorta hungry." Rikku rubs her stomach, and I try not to blush as I drive. She leans back in the chair, looking out the sun- roof. For someone who has never been in a car before, she sure is a fast learner. She pops back up and eyes the glove compartment.
"What's in there?" Her eyes are gleaming with curiosity, and she reaches for the handle.
"You can open it." She does so, and a camera falls into her hand.
"What's this?"
"That's a camera."
"A camera? Is it like a sphere?"
"Well, that kind of camera is like an visual sphere. It'll record still pictures, but that's it."
"Is there another kind?"
"Yes, it's called a camcorder. It record both moving pictures and sounds."
"Cool." She twirls the camera around her hands for a little bit, trying to figure it out. Her finger presses down on a button, and a blinding flash fills the car.
"YIKES!!" She drops the camera, and my eyes recover from the flash, and I'm doing my best not to laugh. And I fail miserably. I can't help but burst out laughing.
"That's not funny! What happened?"
"Well, you just snapped a picture of yourself!"
"Where is the picture?"
"There is a roll of film in the camera itself, and you have to have the film developed in order to see the picture."
"Oh." Maybe I should get some pics, and send them to my friends...but will they believe me? Or will they just blow it off as another one of those crazed girls that dress up as video game characters? Bah, who needs'em? I don't need their opinions. Besides, they would probably just try and...and win her over. Just like I'm trying to do. Damn man, I'm such a helpless romantic...All of my guy friends said I've always been quite the ladies' man, and my family says that too. Sheesh, maybe it's just that. Maybe that's the reason I've been rejected so many times. Maybe it's because I like TOO MANY girls. Well, now...I'm just trying to get this ONE. This one sitting right next to me. In my car...
[Go on! Do it! Ask her on a date! You know you want to!]
DAMNED HORMONES! Why can't my mind leave me alone?! I will not ruin this! I will not do anything...er, unusual. Well, I never have before, but...y'know..just in case.
"We're here!" I pull up to the curb, and the car turns off.
"Where are we?" She looks around as she steps out of the car.
"We're at a coffee place! Or, Starbucks, rather."
"Starbucks? They sell food and drinks?"
"Well, mostly drinks. But some food, too." I close my door, and walk to the other side of the car. She turns to close her door, but I've already done it. Y'see what I mean? Whatwith all this gentlemen stuff? Gah! It's like a...a...a disease! Well, I guess a good one.
We walk into Starbucks, and the fresh smell of coffee floods my nostrils. I look at Rikku, who cringes her nose when she takes a sniff of the air.
"Trust me. You'll like the taste."
"I hope so." She follows me to the front counter, and a man behind the cash register with an ungodly fake, happy, worthless accent greets us.
"Yes, hello, welcome to Starbucks, what would you like?"
"Um, I'll have just a regular expresso, and...Rikku? What do you want?" She stares eagerly at the menu hanging over the counter.
"What's a frappachino?"
"And she'll take a frappachino."
"Right." He punches in some numbers, and looks back at me.
"Eleven twenty-five."
"Godamn! This place just keeps getting pricier!" I hand him exact change, and we sit down at a table, waiting for the order.
"You didn't answer me. What is a frappachino?"
"It's...Uh...well it's a...I...just wait!"
"You don't know, do you?"
"No, I do, I just can't really explain the taste of something you've never had before, because the ingredients are something you've never had before!"
"Oh. Sorry."
"Don't be. I would've asked the same thing."
"What about food?"
"Oh, shoot! We can go visit a place that specializes in food. Like...um, I guess we could stop by the mall and get some stuff at the food court."
"Mall?"
"It's a big chain of different stores, and they have a lot of good stuff."
"Ah, ok."
"Order number three-two-five!"
"That's us."
"Yay!" She jumps up from her seat, and trots to the counter with me. I take my expresso and she grabs her frappachino, spilling some as it travels in her hand. Spilling some on my leg.
"OW! OW! HOTHOTHOT!!
"Oops. Sorry." I can tell she's trying not to laugh, because her face is red. And her cheeks are puffing out. Until she finally lets it all out. I swear, she could've DIED laughing.
"Can you get me a napkin? They're over there, on that table!" I point to a table, and she runs goes to the table, coming back with a handful of napkins.
"Here, let me help."
"Um, I don't now if that's a good idea...er..." But it doesn't help. She's already wiping the spilled coffee off my pant leg. I can't stop blushing. My face has warmed up with embarrassment, and by now, my pants feel very, uh...restricting. Good God, I hope she doesn't notice.
"Um, Rikku, I'll finish it up." I grab a napkin, and turn away, wiping the coffee off of myself. After I'm finished, I turn around. She's just standing there, like 'Did I do something?'
"You wanna sit down, or drink these on the way?"
"I wanna stay!" She goes back to the table and sits down, shortly after joined by me. She takes a sip of her frappachino, and her eyes widen.
"This is GOOD!"
"I thought you'd like it." She takes another sip.
"Doesn't it bother you at all that it's hot?"
"Mine's not hot." She takes one more sip, and the cup comes back down from her face. I looks up at her, and there's a slight mustache of cream above her lips.
"Um...Rikku...?" I motion towards her lips, but she's doesn't know what the hell I'm doing.
"You feelin' ok?"
"Um, your...er, lips...Here." I hand her a napkin.
"What? I didn't spill anything!"
"No, but...your lips! Above your lips!"
"There's nothing there!"
"Argh! Here, give me the napkin!" I snatch it back from her, and much to my embarrassment, I end up wiping the cream off of her face. I show her the napkin, and she giggles.
"Oh. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it."
"What was that stuff anyway?"
"Its cream. It adds flavor to the drink." My drink has cooled down, and I bring the cup to my mouth, but some random Joe Shmoe comes over and sits down next to Rikku. My body heats up again, but not from the drink...
"Hey babe. What's your sign?"
"My...sign?" Ok, this is just ridiculous. That's gotta be the oldest line in the book. She doesn't know what it is, so...I'll answer for her.
"Its 'do not enter'. C'mon Rikku, I think we should go..."
"I wasn't asking you! You trying to pick a fight?!"
"Rikku, I REALLY think we should go..."
"What, are you her keeper or something?"
"No, but you can't-"
"Then shut it!" He turns back towards Rikku, who is looking especially worried and confused. No one in the game ever hit on her, so she doesn't know what it's like. I place my hand on her shoulder and urge her to come with me.
"Please, Rikku, let's get out of here..." We're starting to draw the crowds' looks. It's making me nervous.
"She can make her own decisions, dammit!" He stood up to me, and he was obviously older, and taller too. Rikku stood up, and she was pretty tall for her age. Almost taller than this guy.
"Hey! Calm down! First of all, I don't like anyone who calls random girls 'babe'. Second, I want to go."
"But I...er...damn!" These were the words of the guy that I heard before Rikku dragged me outside. How did she know to come back like that? HAS she been hit on before? I would think so...Well, not in the game. I mean, she has never been real before, so where did she learn to...? Bah, must be naturally programmed into women. Jeez, I'll never figure them out.
"What was that all about?"
"Well, as I said before, the men here are sometimes rude, and don't have many things on their mind..."
"C'mon, lets go. I don't like this place." Wow. She got us out of a tight spot. But what else could you expect from a fighter? I'm no fighter. Hell, she carries a set of metal knuckles! Or other types...
"Oh, dammit! I left the keys in the car!"
"Keys?"
"They open the car! And this..." I pointed through the window.
"...Is the lock! That's what's keeping us out! Damn!" I stomped my foot in frustration, while Rikku just closed her eyes, entering a deep state of thought.
"I get it! The locking mechanism is reachable from the outside as long as you have an object capable of slipping through!" Say what?
"English please."
"I can pick the lock with something."
"Are you a...mechanic, or something?" She just smiles at me as she takes out a thin, aluminum rod, like a paper clip almost. She pushes it into the keyhole, and lets it sit there, while she fiddles around, trying to pick the lock.
"Um, I'm not sure that's a good-"
"Done!"
"What?"
"It's unlocked!" I wrap my hand around the door handle, and pull. It opened!
"Haha! You're a genius!" I'd hug her, if I didn't have hot coffee in my hand...damn coffee.
"Now, let's get to this 'mall' place you were talking about, 'kay?"
"Right! Oh, just put your drink in the cup holder. Just...press that right there."
"This?" She presses something under the radio, and two cup holders pop out. Place mine in the left one, and she studies the contraption before letting it hold her drink.
"This is a strange type of machina."
"Machina?! No, this is a machine. I guess they're sorta the same thing, except, we're too stupid to even make a super-intelligent bipedal robot!"
"You're that behind?!"
"Well, the Japanese are especially skilled at technology and crap like that, but don't go looking to us Americans for advanced stuff!"
"...Now I'm thoroughly confused."
"Ummm...I'll explain it to you later."
"Ok..." I twisted the keys, and the car rumbled to life. I gassed it, and we sped off towards the mall. God, I can't believe I suggested going to the mall. She'll probably want to end up buying something, then she'll be trying stuff on, and we'll be there for hours and hours...Jeez! Emotions can make you do some crazy stuff, can't they?
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YUA: From now on, please don't have any...rude stuff or things hinting towards the content of the story. After all, I DO use my parents email. And from now on, PLEASE...no flames! ::cough, cough:: Ridge fate ::cough, hack, gag::
