Phone Calls- Who Said Girls Had to Like Them?




~Yea! You remember that friend that you thought would hate you after you were through with your revenge? Well, she says she's still your friend. So... What's the harm in one more harmful little tricky? After you save the poor little mouse's life from being stomped out of it, you go down to find your other friend for fear of being stomped on yourself. She is off stalking the group that you will- much to your dismay- be spending a week with. You only have one day left and the only reason you are going is because you ruined the girl's birthday. Well... you did in a way, by TOTALLY FORGETTING ABOUT IT!!! Some friend you are. Oh, and by the way, what are you going to do about that little promise you made with your mother? Bring a boy home, huh? 'Oh, mom, I'm moving to Hawaii, hope you don't mind!'- I don't think so!~

"Oh, come on Sango-chan! It was only a joke," I told here as we walked to the car.

We were going out to dinner so that the band could stay there and away from us. Ayame had chosen to stay with them- from a far-, which meant I was stuck driving, or getting lost and having many near-death encounters. I chose driving.

"It wasn't funny!"

Her hair was as good as it was going to get for a while. She was still mad about the mouse I put on the counter. The poor thing was scared to death. Sango wasn't in any better shape.

"That thing coulda bit me."

"But it didn't, now did it?"

"Iie," She sighed as she changed the radio station. Of course, she just had to find a song by 'the band' and leave it there.

"-It's hard to believe
That all of this time
The feelings I thought we had
Were only mine

A shattered jewel
Cannot be restored
Without another
To pick up the pieces

This shattered jewel
Will once again be whole
I'll find another
To pick up the pieces
I'll find another
To pick up the pieces."

The song made me think. It actually sounded as if Inuyasha had made the song for Kikyo. I was positive he had. It made much more sense that way. The song ended and another came on. It seemed like the station was just playing their CD. 'Kazaana' was up next. The only song I really liked. Sango changed it, giving a little 'huff' and glaring at the radio.

"Why'd you change it?" She didn't answer. I tried again and got the same reply. "Alright Sango! Tell me!"

"BECAUSE!" She snapped. She turned away to stare out the window. "Let's go to Wacdnald's and get something to go. I'm tired."

"Hai."

******


We got back to the hotel just in time to stop another attempt by Miroku at traumatizing our stalker friend. He received a few good-sized bumps on the head, a death glare from Sango, Kouga, and I, and sympathy from no one. Inuyasha had long since retired to his room and Sango did like wise. Ayame stayed with Kouga and Miroku. I also stayed, even though I wanted to check on Sango. AND sleep; It was getting late. She seemed upset, but not about anything I had done. I had to keep an eye on Miroku, though, since Ayame chose to stay with the two remaining band members.

We sat down at the nearest table in the diner. It was a spacey room with honey-colored walls and glass tables. Though, a little dim with flowers on every table and a huge chandelier in the center, it was still a nice room. The waitress's were busy taking orders- Which made it really look like the inside of a bee's nest.

I ate the rest of my meal while the others ordered theirs. Kouga made certain that he sat next to Miroku and me, making Ayame far away from him and close to Miroku, which caused me a bit of uneasiness. It was easy access for him, so I suggested a switch with Ayame and I. Kouga totally flipped and ran away screaming about crazy fan girls and evil butterflies. Wow he's fast! So, who's extra hungry?

"O~kay. That was strange," Ayame said as she sat down in the chair I'd been in.

I gave Miroku a warning glare as I turned my attention to my naïve friend. She was hurt, even if her voice didn't portray the truth. The traitors had given in to rebellion again. "It's okay, Aya-chan. It's not you, I promise. He just- just," I struggled to find the right thing to say. "He probably noticed some stalker fan girls or something. Yeah! That's it! Right, Miroku?"

"Huh?" He mumbled, averting his gaze from a couple of teenage girls leaving the room. Seeing my blank star, he backed away slightly. I smiled inwardly. I may not hit like Sango did, but I gave men the shivers anyway. "Nani?"

"Right," and for extra emphases, added, "Houshi?"

"H-hai," he said frowning, after realizing the situation from my almost completely unnoticeable gesture of looking over to Ayame.

***CRASH***


I looked over my shoulder at a waitress.

"Houshi?" she squeaked, falling to her knees and staring at the floor. She had dropped the plates she was carrying after hearing Miroku respond to the nickname. "But. I though- you can't- houshi?" She was completely baffled.

"It's only a nickname, miss," I told the hysterical girl. She looked like she was going to faint- all nervous-like, you know?

Miroku just stared at her. She wasn't particularly pretty, especially with a red face. "Miss?"

"Hai?" She asked, hesitantly looking up.

"Was that our food?" He asked, flatly. (A/N: Think Sesshomaru, without the cruel edge. Spooky coming from Miroku, ne? O_o) He must have been really hungry, or tired to have acted that way.

"No, sir," she replied, gathering the plates as quickly as possible, trying to shield herself from the gazing people of the diner.

He sighed with relief and instantly cheered up. He was hungry, I presumed. Miroku walked over to help the waitress stand back up and clean the mess he- in an illogical sense of thinking- had created. Now that it was Ayame and I.

GIRL TALK!

***Ring***


Or-

***Ring***


-not.

***Ring***


"Moshi, moshi," I answered my cell phone, smiling. Well, the smiling didn't last long, but who else would have possible called me?

I kicked myself- physically- and got a curious gaze from the now-calm waitress. I shouldn't have answered.

"Ah, Kagome!" Mom. It sounded like she had called by accident, and I was silently praying that she had. "So, how is it?" Nope, she meant it.

"Nani, mama?"

"The Boy Hunting!" She sounded way too happy.

"Boy Hunting?" I mumbled. That got a look from Ayame. Wow, I was drawing a lot of attention to myself. "Mama! I'll get one, don't worry!" I received a curios glance, and a more than friendly smile from Miroku.

'Oh, no! No way!'

"I'm in a restaurant, ma," I said, trying to get everyone to look away. It only made the people at the table next to us turn their heads in my direction. It wasn't a total lie. I WAS in the hotel diner after all. "I'll talk to you la-"

"You won't be able to reach me, though. I called to tell you that. Shiouri, Matsuki, and I are going on a vacation!"

"Nani? You mean you're going with Aya-chan's mom? I thought you didn't like her." That confused me. Shiouri, Ayame's mom, was a strange woman- a matchmaker. My mom didn't care for her much, Ayame knew that already. Her mom didn't like mine either. The only way to even get them together was to have Matsuki- Sango's mother- with them.

Hmmm... She was a matchmaker... And mom was trying to get along with her. 'Mama!' I sighed exasperatedly. "You don't trust me?"

"Hai, I do!" She said. I thought for a second there that I could hear her smile turn into a grin. "It's just backup incase he doesn't work out, dear. So, what's his name?"

"Umm. I don't have one yet." It sounded more like a question, but with all those eyes staring at me I felt very awkward.

"Well then, hurry up!"

"It's only been three days since I left-"

"And four since we made the deal," she said giggling. My mother was strange, but she was my mom.

"I know," I sighed. I was bored- and more than a little embarrassed- with the conversation. By now everyone in the diner was looking toward me. The hotel music had even turned off! Or maybe I was just being paranoid. "Mama, I'll call you lat-"

"Iie. I'll call you. And have a boy by then Kagome or I'll get you one." That was no threat. It was a promise. And she was cheerful through the whole thing! Unbelievable. The things we do for our parents. Unbelievable.