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Chapter 2
"Maron!" I called. She turned, her hair shown brightly in the sun light her blue eyes were smiling. Her rose lips glistening from the water she just tasted. Ah. I sighed. How beautiful she was.
"Iincho!" She ran to meet me. Her hair bounced in waves of light brown. Her eyes, so in love with me.
"Maron." We met, embracing. "Would you have lunch with me?"
"Oh, Iincho." she looked at me with admiration and tenderness. "I thought you'd never ask."
"We'll see a movie after school and I'll walk you home. What I'm trying to say is, Maron? Would you go out with me?"
"I'm so happy!" she would tell me.
I planned it out perfectly. I giggled to myself. Maron usually brings a lunch but if she doesn't have one I can offer to get one for her. Yeah. It'll work. After this class Maron will be in on the green just by the big tree in the back lawn of the school. She loves to eat lunch there. I can do this.
"Maron." my voice was never the one in my head. I've never figured out how to do that. She was standing next to Miyako under that same tree. Miyako wouldn't interfere but it would be embarassing to ask her out in front of her friend. The purple haired girl had to put her two cents into every conversation, especially if it's not her own.
Don't panic. Calm down. So the plan's changed a little. No big deal I'll just. Oh no she's looking over here. I hid behind a bush before I took the time to think about how stupid that decision was. Idiot! What would it look like, coming from behind a bush? It would look like I'm stocking her. Oh man!
"Whachya doin'?" Chiaki's voice made me shout. I cupped my hands over my mouth, hoping Maron didn't hear that girly scream I just made. I'm so dorky! Chiaki just laughed. My face got hot and I wanted to hit him, if I could acctually hurt him. I wondered if I had a girly hit to go along with my scream. I perfered not to find out, just more embarassment.
"It wasn't that funny." I frowned.
"I'm sorry." he dried a tear while getting out the last of his giggles. "What are you doing any way?"
"I," How do I explain? "I'm not stocking anybody." I explained quickly, waving my hands frantically. "I know what it looks like but I really..."
"Not stocking?" Chiaki's gold eyes blinked at me and that grin returned. "I can see that." He looked over the bushes.
"What?" I looked over with him. "No way." my heart sank. My plan failed again. They were gone and I had no idea were they could have gone. If I had only talked to them when I had the chance. "Oh." I sat down and my stomach growled.
"You alright?" He sat beside me and opened his lunch box. "You look a little, I don't know," he took a bite of an octopus puff. "defeated."
"I was trying to have lunch with Maron today." I sighed.
"Me too." he said in between munches. "Turns out there's some kind of practice in the gym for the up coming inter-class gymnastic tournement. Like freshmen against senors?" the blue haired teen took a sip of his soda. "It should be fun."
"Practice?" Thats right. I never even thought about her schedule. Some perfect plan. I can't do anything right. I sighed again.
"What's the matter, aren't you hungry?" Chiaki munched away at some rice then took a chomp of carrot slices.
"Well," yes and no I guess. I felt sick being so stupidly useless devising a sure-to-back-fire plan. But my stomach was still growling. "Yeah." I opened my lunch box.
We sat and talked for what seemed like hours. I tried some of the spicy octopus puff he likes and it was just too much for me. I had to take a long drink of water. He thought my creamy tuna salad was tasty. When I told him I make all my lunches myself he was impressed. That made me really happy.
I know Chiaki make's his own lunches but I guess a normal person would just assume if you're being cared for by wealthy parents, everything is done for you.
Maybe that's true in some cases, but I try to resist the temptation. After all, someone worthy of Maron should have the strength to stand on his own two feet. Althought, every now and again it's a relief to have someone do things for you, protect you.
"You know." Chiaki said suddenly. "I've been thinking about that plan of yours with the movie."
"Yeah." I had told him my intentions and he seemed to encourage me. "What about it?"
"I think you should pick a horror movie."
"A horror movie? But I hate that stuff." All that blood and spookiness. Makes me shiver. I rubbed my arms just thinking about it.
"No, but listen. If you take her to a horror movie she'll get scared and grab on to you. " he grabbed my shoulder to enphasize his point. "Then you can comfort her, you know, protect her from the boogieman on the screen."
"Protect." that was my intention from the get go. "Yeah."
"You should definately choose a horror movie." he nooded, grinning that confident smile of his.
"Well. Okay." I smiled, that might work.
Ha ha ha. Do you like? Let me know. If you don't...let me know.
*Grin*
Chapter 2
"Maron!" I called. She turned, her hair shown brightly in the sun light her blue eyes were smiling. Her rose lips glistening from the water she just tasted. Ah. I sighed. How beautiful she was.
"Iincho!" She ran to meet me. Her hair bounced in waves of light brown. Her eyes, so in love with me.
"Maron." We met, embracing. "Would you have lunch with me?"
"Oh, Iincho." she looked at me with admiration and tenderness. "I thought you'd never ask."
"We'll see a movie after school and I'll walk you home. What I'm trying to say is, Maron? Would you go out with me?"
"I'm so happy!" she would tell me.
I planned it out perfectly. I giggled to myself. Maron usually brings a lunch but if she doesn't have one I can offer to get one for her. Yeah. It'll work. After this class Maron will be in on the green just by the big tree in the back lawn of the school. She loves to eat lunch there. I can do this.
"Maron." my voice was never the one in my head. I've never figured out how to do that. She was standing next to Miyako under that same tree. Miyako wouldn't interfere but it would be embarassing to ask her out in front of her friend. The purple haired girl had to put her two cents into every conversation, especially if it's not her own.
Don't panic. Calm down. So the plan's changed a little. No big deal I'll just. Oh no she's looking over here. I hid behind a bush before I took the time to think about how stupid that decision was. Idiot! What would it look like, coming from behind a bush? It would look like I'm stocking her. Oh man!
"Whachya doin'?" Chiaki's voice made me shout. I cupped my hands over my mouth, hoping Maron didn't hear that girly scream I just made. I'm so dorky! Chiaki just laughed. My face got hot and I wanted to hit him, if I could acctually hurt him. I wondered if I had a girly hit to go along with my scream. I perfered not to find out, just more embarassment.
"It wasn't that funny." I frowned.
"I'm sorry." he dried a tear while getting out the last of his giggles. "What are you doing any way?"
"I," How do I explain? "I'm not stocking anybody." I explained quickly, waving my hands frantically. "I know what it looks like but I really..."
"Not stocking?" Chiaki's gold eyes blinked at me and that grin returned. "I can see that." He looked over the bushes.
"What?" I looked over with him. "No way." my heart sank. My plan failed again. They were gone and I had no idea were they could have gone. If I had only talked to them when I had the chance. "Oh." I sat down and my stomach growled.
"You alright?" He sat beside me and opened his lunch box. "You look a little, I don't know," he took a bite of an octopus puff. "defeated."
"I was trying to have lunch with Maron today." I sighed.
"Me too." he said in between munches. "Turns out there's some kind of practice in the gym for the up coming inter-class gymnastic tournement. Like freshmen against senors?" the blue haired teen took a sip of his soda. "It should be fun."
"Practice?" Thats right. I never even thought about her schedule. Some perfect plan. I can't do anything right. I sighed again.
"What's the matter, aren't you hungry?" Chiaki munched away at some rice then took a chomp of carrot slices.
"Well," yes and no I guess. I felt sick being so stupidly useless devising a sure-to-back-fire plan. But my stomach was still growling. "Yeah." I opened my lunch box.
We sat and talked for what seemed like hours. I tried some of the spicy octopus puff he likes and it was just too much for me. I had to take a long drink of water. He thought my creamy tuna salad was tasty. When I told him I make all my lunches myself he was impressed. That made me really happy.
I know Chiaki make's his own lunches but I guess a normal person would just assume if you're being cared for by wealthy parents, everything is done for you.
Maybe that's true in some cases, but I try to resist the temptation. After all, someone worthy of Maron should have the strength to stand on his own two feet. Althought, every now and again it's a relief to have someone do things for you, protect you.
"You know." Chiaki said suddenly. "I've been thinking about that plan of yours with the movie."
"Yeah." I had told him my intentions and he seemed to encourage me. "What about it?"
"I think you should pick a horror movie."
"A horror movie? But I hate that stuff." All that blood and spookiness. Makes me shiver. I rubbed my arms just thinking about it.
"No, but listen. If you take her to a horror movie she'll get scared and grab on to you. " he grabbed my shoulder to enphasize his point. "Then you can comfort her, you know, protect her from the boogieman on the screen."
"Protect." that was my intention from the get go. "Yeah."
"You should definately choose a horror movie." he nooded, grinning that confident smile of his.
"Well. Okay." I smiled, that might work.