Ch. 3: Friends again
~Matt's POV~
I can't sleep. Something just tells me that I need to stay awake. I went down to the kitchen and made myself a fudge ice cream snack and just ate it out of the ice cream carton. I took it up to my room and ate it on the balcony. It's nearly five and I haven't slept at all. I didn't bother to pull up a chair, I just leaned on the railing. Its starting to rain, but for some reason I like this. 'Mmmm, soggy ice cream fudge!' I said to myself, I laughed for a moment, until I saw a woman walking down below me. 'She's alone, at five in the morning?' I said to myself. I kept thinking she looked familiar, but there was only so much I could see with her being below me. Suddenly she looked up me, I moved back and got a towel. I dried off my bare chest and back, then out on one of my wife-beaters. I walked to the door and grabbed my letterman jacket. I put it on and walked outside into the rain. By now, she had crossed the street and sat on the bench. I couldn't figure out what she was doing out here, in the rain, sitting on a bench across from my house. I walked over to her. And sat down next to her on the bench. She hadn't noticed until I greeted her. She jumped about ten feet, but she eventually calmed down.
"Hey." I said to her. She looked at me oddly.
".. Hi.." She said to me. Somehow I felt like I knew her, but I couldn't tell. She was drenched, she wore an American flag backless shirt and some blue jean low risers. 'Why is she wearing an American flag if she's in Japan?' Only a few girls in Odaiba ever wore those, and they didn't look very good. But she looked good, oh yeah, she looked good..
"I couldn't sleep, and I saw you down here." I told her. She formed a tiny smile on her face. "So what are you doing out here at five in the morning? Your cold, here." I said, putting my coat on her, waiting for her to answer.
"Thanks. I just... just figured I'd take a walk." She said while looking up at the sky again.
"Well, I figured that I would come out and talk to you, it may be kinda interesting." I told her, she laughed and looked back at me.
"Your lying!" She told me, I was shocked to see how she knew. "I can tell. You didn't come down just to talk, you came down to see if I would go out with you. Because I'm a pretty face. Am I right?"
"Huh, your good. So will you?" I asked her, kind of nervous. Although I don't know why I was nervous, I never feel nervous around girls. Like Darien said earlier, its the hair and the eyes.
"No." She said. My eyes widened. "I don't date street racers." I was shocked, yet again.
"What makes you think I'm drag racer?" I asked her quickly. She laughed and pulled on my open jacket, she moved it over looking at my arms.
"Drag racers wear wife-beaters under their jackets, and you've got the hair." She laughed. I nodded and smiled at her, she laughed again. "I was just guessing."
"So you don't date drag racers? Why not?" I questioned her.
"Because I don't need suiped up cars and hot men who race for money to make me feel good about myself. No thanks." I scowled at her.
"That's good for you but don't diss people who like it." I told her. Her sweet smile turned into a scowl, just like mine.
"Fine, it was nice meeting you, oh wait, not!" She said as she stormed off, not realizing she was still wearing my jacket.
~Mimi's POV~
A man came and sat with me on the bench. The nerve of that guy! First he sits with me, then he asks me out! And then he tells me what I should and should not do, the nerve of that guy! He was really cute though! He had the most gorgeous blonde hair, and really clear blue eyes. It was like they were the color of ice. He even gave me his jacket because I was cold and wet, that was kind of sweet. But I was sent her to stop with the street racing, too bad, he was hot! OH GOSH! STOP IT, GIRL!! 'His jacket! Oh my gosh! I forgot to give him his jacket!' I yelled at myself. I quickly turned around and ran back to the bench, he wasn't there anymore. I looked up at his balcony, and he wasn't there either. I decided to give up and go back to my new house. I wrapped myself in his jacket and kept walking.
~Matt's POV~
"I know her." I said as I climbed up the stairs to my room. "I know I do. Not that it matters, I blew it with her. What happened! Geez, I never screw myself over when it comes to girls. And I didn't even get her name." I said as I gently shut the door behind me, so I wouldn't wake my dad up. I walked over to the balcony to shut the doors as I saw her walking past my house again. I smiled slightly, and then scowled. 'She has my jacket! That's my letterman jacket! I need that!' I screamed at myself.
~Matt's POV~
I can't sleep. Something just tells me that I need to stay awake. I went down to the kitchen and made myself a fudge ice cream snack and just ate it out of the ice cream carton. I took it up to my room and ate it on the balcony. It's nearly five and I haven't slept at all. I didn't bother to pull up a chair, I just leaned on the railing. Its starting to rain, but for some reason I like this. 'Mmmm, soggy ice cream fudge!' I said to myself, I laughed for a moment, until I saw a woman walking down below me. 'She's alone, at five in the morning?' I said to myself. I kept thinking she looked familiar, but there was only so much I could see with her being below me. Suddenly she looked up me, I moved back and got a towel. I dried off my bare chest and back, then out on one of my wife-beaters. I walked to the door and grabbed my letterman jacket. I put it on and walked outside into the rain. By now, she had crossed the street and sat on the bench. I couldn't figure out what she was doing out here, in the rain, sitting on a bench across from my house. I walked over to her. And sat down next to her on the bench. She hadn't noticed until I greeted her. She jumped about ten feet, but she eventually calmed down.
"Hey." I said to her. She looked at me oddly.
".. Hi.." She said to me. Somehow I felt like I knew her, but I couldn't tell. She was drenched, she wore an American flag backless shirt and some blue jean low risers. 'Why is she wearing an American flag if she's in Japan?' Only a few girls in Odaiba ever wore those, and they didn't look very good. But she looked good, oh yeah, she looked good..
"I couldn't sleep, and I saw you down here." I told her. She formed a tiny smile on her face. "So what are you doing out here at five in the morning? Your cold, here." I said, putting my coat on her, waiting for her to answer.
"Thanks. I just... just figured I'd take a walk." She said while looking up at the sky again.
"Well, I figured that I would come out and talk to you, it may be kinda interesting." I told her, she laughed and looked back at me.
"Your lying!" She told me, I was shocked to see how she knew. "I can tell. You didn't come down just to talk, you came down to see if I would go out with you. Because I'm a pretty face. Am I right?"
"Huh, your good. So will you?" I asked her, kind of nervous. Although I don't know why I was nervous, I never feel nervous around girls. Like Darien said earlier, its the hair and the eyes.
"No." She said. My eyes widened. "I don't date street racers." I was shocked, yet again.
"What makes you think I'm drag racer?" I asked her quickly. She laughed and pulled on my open jacket, she moved it over looking at my arms.
"Drag racers wear wife-beaters under their jackets, and you've got the hair." She laughed. I nodded and smiled at her, she laughed again. "I was just guessing."
"So you don't date drag racers? Why not?" I questioned her.
"Because I don't need suiped up cars and hot men who race for money to make me feel good about myself. No thanks." I scowled at her.
"That's good for you but don't diss people who like it." I told her. Her sweet smile turned into a scowl, just like mine.
"Fine, it was nice meeting you, oh wait, not!" She said as she stormed off, not realizing she was still wearing my jacket.
~Mimi's POV~
A man came and sat with me on the bench. The nerve of that guy! First he sits with me, then he asks me out! And then he tells me what I should and should not do, the nerve of that guy! He was really cute though! He had the most gorgeous blonde hair, and really clear blue eyes. It was like they were the color of ice. He even gave me his jacket because I was cold and wet, that was kind of sweet. But I was sent her to stop with the street racing, too bad, he was hot! OH GOSH! STOP IT, GIRL!! 'His jacket! Oh my gosh! I forgot to give him his jacket!' I yelled at myself. I quickly turned around and ran back to the bench, he wasn't there anymore. I looked up at his balcony, and he wasn't there either. I decided to give up and go back to my new house. I wrapped myself in his jacket and kept walking.
~Matt's POV~
"I know her." I said as I climbed up the stairs to my room. "I know I do. Not that it matters, I blew it with her. What happened! Geez, I never screw myself over when it comes to girls. And I didn't even get her name." I said as I gently shut the door behind me, so I wouldn't wake my dad up. I walked over to the balcony to shut the doors as I saw her walking past my house again. I smiled slightly, and then scowled. 'She has my jacket! That's my letterman jacket! I need that!' I screamed at myself.