Finally got the 4th chapter finished. Forget about it actually. There's a whole bunch of Isabella in the chapter, yay! ... well, maybe only half the chapter… I don't know but there's still more in here then there ever was before!
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Chapter 4
George stopped what he was doing and looked down into her face with a questioning look on his face. "What did you say?"
Yukari looked back at him in utter silence, scared of what might happen.
George slinked back away from his lover, looking incredulous. Yukari feared that by her saying anything it would only make matters worsen. When she saw George's face devoid itself of any emotion she could only think about what was going on in his mind.
"I didn't mean to say that. It just slipped out. It didn't mean anything!"
George got too his feet and walked over to the door. "I think it's best if you left now."
"George…" Yukari pleaded, helplessly.
George walked away and she could his bedroom door close. Leaving a stain of her tears on his carpet, she got up and left.
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Yukari laid in bed that night, with the lights out and the curtains closed. The only light that could be found in her room was from the red numbers on her clock.
She tried with all her might to think about George but Arashi's face always seemed to pop up in her head. She didn't know what to do about the matter. She couldn't break up with George to be with Arashi, especially since Arashi was still with Miwako. She pictured how Miwako would be when she found about what she and Arashi had been doing behind her back.
She knew what she had to do. Stay away from Arashi. Beg for forgiveness from George, and hope that all would be good thereafter.
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Yukari knocked gingerly on George's door. Nervous about how he would act toward her but she would hold herself strong no matter what things came to.
The door opened but it was not George that stood before her but a woman she was not familiar with.
"Um, is George here?" She felt a tinge of red creeping into her face.
The woman smiled with a soft laugh. "He's rather indecent at the moment. Do you still want him?"
Yukari only stood there staring at the woman, speechless.
'Could he have known so much to have gone and done this to me?' Such thoughts flew through her head. She didn't give the lady an answer but ran off, out of the building and down the streets.
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Isabella was going in and out of thrift stores, looking for some odds and ends that would fit together lovely with something she'd been working on, on her own.
Walking to get something to munch on she spotted Yukari across the street. "Caaarriiee!"
Yukari glanced up, looking about to see who had yelled her name. Across the street Isabella was waving to her to come over.
Yukari, dodging traffic, ran over to Isabella, wiping away any remaining tears. "Hey, Isabella." She smiled.
"Hello, dear. Oh my! Your eyes are all red."
"Heh, yeah. I guess I had something in them and rubbed them too much."
Isabella knew better than to believe that story. "Come and I'll buy you some lunch."
Yukari followed her into a little corner restaurant. By the looks of things, the people there knew Isabella from previous engagements, and took kindly to providing a lovely tableside window for the two of them.
"So, what are you doing this far downtown, dear?" Isabella asked, sipping some tea.
"I was just out wandering about."
"Mmm…Is that all? Perhaps you'd like to venture with me after lunch through some more thrift stores."
"I wouldn't picture you shopping at thrift shops."
"It's quite a lovely place to find little tidbits."
"Ok, sounds good."
Isabella and Yukari talked of other things as they ate. Things of no large amount of importance such as the poorly dressed people of the world (well, that could be important) and Yukari's brother falling into the toilet.
Afterwards, they walked about, going in to and out of endless stores, (downtown was full of them) checking every little thing out.
"Would you look at this?" Isabella held up a gold sequined, old lady-ish dress. "How hideous."
"And to think there are people out there wearing that type of stuff." Yukari smiled, fingering through a bucket of nail polish and broken up makeup.
Isabella bowed her head in dismay. "It's simply shameful."
"Miwako was showing me this fashion magazine from America and what people are wearing over there would make you cry!" (hahahha, this only counts for old people and hicks….and the people stuck in the 80's)
"I pray you never let me see such horror."
She laughed at some thoughts in her head.
"Oh, George would absolutely adore this." Isabella rubbed the velvety material of a coat that looked like it had been in a play against her face.
"Would he wear something from such a place?"
"He wouldn't have to know." She smirked. "I'll give it to him next time I see him… Oh, you'll probably see him before I do. Would you mind giving it to him for me?"
Yukari shook her head. "I can't. He doesn't want to see me."
"Why wouldn't he? George loves you too much to miss a day without you."
Yukari brushed by Isabella, trying to get away before she became a mess of tears. Isabella dropped the item in her hand and chased after Yukari out the store doors.
"Carrie, wait!"
Yukari had been running but stopped at the street's corner. Once Isabella caught up to her she led her to a bench and they sat down in silence fore sometime before Yukari spilled it all out. She told Isabella the whole story from her and Arashi's first kiss to having been greeted by another woman at George's apartment earlier that day.
"Which one do you love, Carrie?" Isabella's voice had the power to sooth and calm with each word she spoke.
"George. Of course I love George . . . But I think I love Arashi too. But I can't keep on doing this. Miwako means so much to me. I can't do this to her but I … What am I going to do?" Yukari held her glistening face in her hands. "If you didn't go the other way I'd drop them both and go for you." She smiled, sadly.
"I dress in drag, dear, but that doesn't mean I'm gay." Isabella lifted Yukari's head from her hands. Before Yukari could really put together what was going on she felt Isabella brush her lips against her own.
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What'd ya think of that?! All for it or extremely against it? Isabella was a cutie kid so he must be a cutie guy at his age now, don't cha think?
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Chapter 4
George stopped what he was doing and looked down into her face with a questioning look on his face. "What did you say?"
Yukari looked back at him in utter silence, scared of what might happen.
George slinked back away from his lover, looking incredulous. Yukari feared that by her saying anything it would only make matters worsen. When she saw George's face devoid itself of any emotion she could only think about what was going on in his mind.
"I didn't mean to say that. It just slipped out. It didn't mean anything!"
George got too his feet and walked over to the door. "I think it's best if you left now."
"George…" Yukari pleaded, helplessly.
George walked away and she could his bedroom door close. Leaving a stain of her tears on his carpet, she got up and left.
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Yukari laid in bed that night, with the lights out and the curtains closed. The only light that could be found in her room was from the red numbers on her clock.
She tried with all her might to think about George but Arashi's face always seemed to pop up in her head. She didn't know what to do about the matter. She couldn't break up with George to be with Arashi, especially since Arashi was still with Miwako. She pictured how Miwako would be when she found about what she and Arashi had been doing behind her back.
She knew what she had to do. Stay away from Arashi. Beg for forgiveness from George, and hope that all would be good thereafter.
~~~~
Yukari knocked gingerly on George's door. Nervous about how he would act toward her but she would hold herself strong no matter what things came to.
The door opened but it was not George that stood before her but a woman she was not familiar with.
"Um, is George here?" She felt a tinge of red creeping into her face.
The woman smiled with a soft laugh. "He's rather indecent at the moment. Do you still want him?"
Yukari only stood there staring at the woman, speechless.
'Could he have known so much to have gone and done this to me?' Such thoughts flew through her head. She didn't give the lady an answer but ran off, out of the building and down the streets.
~~~~
Isabella was going in and out of thrift stores, looking for some odds and ends that would fit together lovely with something she'd been working on, on her own.
Walking to get something to munch on she spotted Yukari across the street. "Caaarriiee!"
Yukari glanced up, looking about to see who had yelled her name. Across the street Isabella was waving to her to come over.
Yukari, dodging traffic, ran over to Isabella, wiping away any remaining tears. "Hey, Isabella." She smiled.
"Hello, dear. Oh my! Your eyes are all red."
"Heh, yeah. I guess I had something in them and rubbed them too much."
Isabella knew better than to believe that story. "Come and I'll buy you some lunch."
Yukari followed her into a little corner restaurant. By the looks of things, the people there knew Isabella from previous engagements, and took kindly to providing a lovely tableside window for the two of them.
"So, what are you doing this far downtown, dear?" Isabella asked, sipping some tea.
"I was just out wandering about."
"Mmm…Is that all? Perhaps you'd like to venture with me after lunch through some more thrift stores."
"I wouldn't picture you shopping at thrift shops."
"It's quite a lovely place to find little tidbits."
"Ok, sounds good."
Isabella and Yukari talked of other things as they ate. Things of no large amount of importance such as the poorly dressed people of the world (well, that could be important) and Yukari's brother falling into the toilet.
Afterwards, they walked about, going in to and out of endless stores, (downtown was full of them) checking every little thing out.
"Would you look at this?" Isabella held up a gold sequined, old lady-ish dress. "How hideous."
"And to think there are people out there wearing that type of stuff." Yukari smiled, fingering through a bucket of nail polish and broken up makeup.
Isabella bowed her head in dismay. "It's simply shameful."
"Miwako was showing me this fashion magazine from America and what people are wearing over there would make you cry!" (hahahha, this only counts for old people and hicks….and the people stuck in the 80's)
"I pray you never let me see such horror."
She laughed at some thoughts in her head.
"Oh, George would absolutely adore this." Isabella rubbed the velvety material of a coat that looked like it had been in a play against her face.
"Would he wear something from such a place?"
"He wouldn't have to know." She smirked. "I'll give it to him next time I see him… Oh, you'll probably see him before I do. Would you mind giving it to him for me?"
Yukari shook her head. "I can't. He doesn't want to see me."
"Why wouldn't he? George loves you too much to miss a day without you."
Yukari brushed by Isabella, trying to get away before she became a mess of tears. Isabella dropped the item in her hand and chased after Yukari out the store doors.
"Carrie, wait!"
Yukari had been running but stopped at the street's corner. Once Isabella caught up to her she led her to a bench and they sat down in silence fore sometime before Yukari spilled it all out. She told Isabella the whole story from her and Arashi's first kiss to having been greeted by another woman at George's apartment earlier that day.
"Which one do you love, Carrie?" Isabella's voice had the power to sooth and calm with each word she spoke.
"George. Of course I love George . . . But I think I love Arashi too. But I can't keep on doing this. Miwako means so much to me. I can't do this to her but I … What am I going to do?" Yukari held her glistening face in her hands. "If you didn't go the other way I'd drop them both and go for you." She smiled, sadly.
"I dress in drag, dear, but that doesn't mean I'm gay." Isabella lifted Yukari's head from her hands. Before Yukari could really put together what was going on she felt Isabella brush her lips against her own.
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What'd ya think of that?! All for it or extremely against it? Isabella was a cutie kid so he must be a cutie guy at his age now, don't cha think?