Patched up Love
Notes: Thanks everyone for the great reviews everyone! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the last one. Please note that a lot of humor dealing with Omi's apartment life is barrowed from Boy meets Boy (the comic, not the TV show, to clear up any confusion) ***********
'Oh shit, oh shit,' Omi thought watching Ken, who also seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"Oh yeah, Omi, we met at the mall once . . . in Gap."
Omi felt like banging his head on the table, Gap was one of his least favorite stores, and from the looks the other college boys were giving him and Ken Omi could guess they didn't believe Ken. Not that he could blame them, after all he was wearing his Blink 182 shirt over a fishnet shirt and a studded collar.
"He doesn't look like the type to be in Gap."
"Aya dragged me in there," Omi said quickly, which was partly true, Aya had a habit to drag him shopping into a lot of stores that he would rather be dead then be in.
Ken continued on, "We talked a little and that was about it."
Omi nodded, "Yep that's what happened."
Ken's friends didn't look like they believe them, but decided that continuing on would put Ken in an embarrassing situation, and they rather not go on.
Aya wrapped an arm around the college boy's nearest to her shoulder. "So what do say, want to hit the town once we're all done eating?"
"Sounds good to me," said the college boy, "How about you guys?"
The other nameless college boy nodded but Ken shook his head. "Nah, I have to study for my chemistry test Monday."
"Suit yourself," he faced Aya, "How about we skip lunch go hit the streets until it's past your bedtime."
Aya giggled, "I don't have a bedtime."
"Even better."
A few minuets later Omi found himself watching Aya and the two college boys leaving.
"Don't tell me she's a slut," Ken said giving Omi a look, "You don't seem the type to hang out with whores."
Omi returned the look, "No, she doesn't put out. If she did her brother would kill her. This actually the first time she actually got someone, everyone else said she was too young."
"How old is she?"
"Eighteen, she's going to go to college next term, she's going to major in Theater."
"Ah."
An uncomfortable silence fell between them. "Um, yeah. Look Omi I'm sorry about last week."
"It's ok," Omi said. He fished in his pockets and got the freesia pendent out of his pocket. "You left this at my apartment." He got up and held it for Ken.
"Oh, I forgot about it," Ken said with a light flush across his face.
"Um, you picked out my favorite flower," Omi said, feeling himself blush, why was he telling him this.
"Really?" Ken asked.
Omi nodded, "Yeah."
They stared at each other until Omi's voice of reason kicked him in the head. /This is reality not some trashy romance novel! /
Shaking his head Omi stopped himself from staring into Ken's brown eyes, his deep beautiful brown eyes . . .
"I've got to go," Omi said quickly, "See you around."
Ken stood, "Omi, why don't you keep this."
Omi turned and Ken gave him the pendent, "Why?"
Ken shrugged, "I don't need it. I bought it for you any way." He gave Omi a friendly smile, "Well I'm going to order something."
"Bye." Omi turned and left as quickly as he could with out running.
************
Ken yawned as he kicked the soccer ball against the dorm wall gently. Music played a little louder than he usually played it but the kids next door were having a party and he particularly didn't like rap, pop and rock were what he liked best. Right now he was listening to Evanescence. For a minuet he thought about Omi as "Taking over," finished. Omi probably listened to stuff like this. He shook his head, why was he thinking about him?
Omi's large cerulean eyes invaded his mind for a moment, they had seemed so lonely at the dinner. Ken stopped kicking the ball for a moment. He felt he should do something for the boy. He turned off the music and left his dorm. He walked to the dorm room a few hallways and a floor down. After knocking a girl with long blond hair opened the door. "Oh, hi Ken," She smiled, "Do you need something."
"Hi Yuriko," Ken said, "Do you know any gay guys?"
Yuriko stared at him with eyes the size of dinner plates. "What" he asked bemusedly.
"Are we having doubts of our sexuality?"
"What?" Ken asked rather panicky.
"Nothing, I'm just surprised that's all. Why you do want know anyways?"
"You remember my date, you know the one last week."
She nodded, "Yeah how'd that go anyway?"
"Well, you see it seems I over looked the fact my date was a guy, and so we cancelled the date and then we met again today and he looked lonely and I felt bad so I want to help him out," he said this very fast and in one breath.
Yuriko looked thoughtful, "Well, no I don't . . . My dorm mate's a lesbian, maybe she does. I'll ask her tomorrow when she gets back from her date."
"That would be awesome, thank you Yuriko."
"No problem. See you Ken."
"Bye."
******************
Omi yawned as Ran and Yoji continued to yell at one another. "I wonder what they're fighting about this time?" he wondered.
"Omi!" an auburn haired boy ran into the apartment "Crawford's going to curse Yoji into being a ball of fluff and call him Tama if we don't stop them from fighting!"
Omi let out another sigh. This is what you get if your land lord was an American son of Satan. Or was it just a New Jersey thing?
"Didn't he already do that?"
Shun nodded, "Yes, but he got such a kick out of it last time he's going to do it again!"
"Damn it, I have a deadline next week," Omi sighed and got out of his computer chair.
"Oh, are you getting published now?"
"No, but they have this deadline for all new artists."
"I see. Must be hard, trying to live of being an unemployed manga artiest."
"I work at the club," Omi said as they went out into the hallway.
"Yeah, but that's indecent," Shun argued.
"I'm not a stripper, Shun."
"Oh, pity. I wanted to watch, take pictures and sell them to the girls at my school."
"You're a brat you know that?"
"Yup."
********** And that's done. Sorry for the long period of no updates, I have discovered Final Fantasy and have been playing 7, 8, and 9 since the I got them (I like nine the best, I've almost beaten it, just need to kill Kuja and that Necron (?) thing, I just recently got eight, and I just can't get into the story of seven right now. Plus my dad's lap top went on the blitz and he took mine so I haven't had a chance to write all that much anyways.
Anyways, thanks for reading!
Notes: Thanks everyone for the great reviews everyone! I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the last one. Please note that a lot of humor dealing with Omi's apartment life is barrowed from Boy meets Boy (the comic, not the TV show, to clear up any confusion) ***********
'Oh shit, oh shit,' Omi thought watching Ken, who also seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"Oh yeah, Omi, we met at the mall once . . . in Gap."
Omi felt like banging his head on the table, Gap was one of his least favorite stores, and from the looks the other college boys were giving him and Ken Omi could guess they didn't believe Ken. Not that he could blame them, after all he was wearing his Blink 182 shirt over a fishnet shirt and a studded collar.
"He doesn't look like the type to be in Gap."
"Aya dragged me in there," Omi said quickly, which was partly true, Aya had a habit to drag him shopping into a lot of stores that he would rather be dead then be in.
Ken continued on, "We talked a little and that was about it."
Omi nodded, "Yep that's what happened."
Ken's friends didn't look like they believe them, but decided that continuing on would put Ken in an embarrassing situation, and they rather not go on.
Aya wrapped an arm around the college boy's nearest to her shoulder. "So what do say, want to hit the town once we're all done eating?"
"Sounds good to me," said the college boy, "How about you guys?"
The other nameless college boy nodded but Ken shook his head. "Nah, I have to study for my chemistry test Monday."
"Suit yourself," he faced Aya, "How about we skip lunch go hit the streets until it's past your bedtime."
Aya giggled, "I don't have a bedtime."
"Even better."
A few minuets later Omi found himself watching Aya and the two college boys leaving.
"Don't tell me she's a slut," Ken said giving Omi a look, "You don't seem the type to hang out with whores."
Omi returned the look, "No, she doesn't put out. If she did her brother would kill her. This actually the first time she actually got someone, everyone else said she was too young."
"How old is she?"
"Eighteen, she's going to go to college next term, she's going to major in Theater."
"Ah."
An uncomfortable silence fell between them. "Um, yeah. Look Omi I'm sorry about last week."
"It's ok," Omi said. He fished in his pockets and got the freesia pendent out of his pocket. "You left this at my apartment." He got up and held it for Ken.
"Oh, I forgot about it," Ken said with a light flush across his face.
"Um, you picked out my favorite flower," Omi said, feeling himself blush, why was he telling him this.
"Really?" Ken asked.
Omi nodded, "Yeah."
They stared at each other until Omi's voice of reason kicked him in the head. /This is reality not some trashy romance novel! /
Shaking his head Omi stopped himself from staring into Ken's brown eyes, his deep beautiful brown eyes . . .
"I've got to go," Omi said quickly, "See you around."
Ken stood, "Omi, why don't you keep this."
Omi turned and Ken gave him the pendent, "Why?"
Ken shrugged, "I don't need it. I bought it for you any way." He gave Omi a friendly smile, "Well I'm going to order something."
"Bye." Omi turned and left as quickly as he could with out running.
************
Ken yawned as he kicked the soccer ball against the dorm wall gently. Music played a little louder than he usually played it but the kids next door were having a party and he particularly didn't like rap, pop and rock were what he liked best. Right now he was listening to Evanescence. For a minuet he thought about Omi as "Taking over," finished. Omi probably listened to stuff like this. He shook his head, why was he thinking about him?
Omi's large cerulean eyes invaded his mind for a moment, they had seemed so lonely at the dinner. Ken stopped kicking the ball for a moment. He felt he should do something for the boy. He turned off the music and left his dorm. He walked to the dorm room a few hallways and a floor down. After knocking a girl with long blond hair opened the door. "Oh, hi Ken," She smiled, "Do you need something."
"Hi Yuriko," Ken said, "Do you know any gay guys?"
Yuriko stared at him with eyes the size of dinner plates. "What" he asked bemusedly.
"Are we having doubts of our sexuality?"
"What?" Ken asked rather panicky.
"Nothing, I'm just surprised that's all. Why you do want know anyways?"
"You remember my date, you know the one last week."
She nodded, "Yeah how'd that go anyway?"
"Well, you see it seems I over looked the fact my date was a guy, and so we cancelled the date and then we met again today and he looked lonely and I felt bad so I want to help him out," he said this very fast and in one breath.
Yuriko looked thoughtful, "Well, no I don't . . . My dorm mate's a lesbian, maybe she does. I'll ask her tomorrow when she gets back from her date."
"That would be awesome, thank you Yuriko."
"No problem. See you Ken."
"Bye."
******************
Omi yawned as Ran and Yoji continued to yell at one another. "I wonder what they're fighting about this time?" he wondered.
"Omi!" an auburn haired boy ran into the apartment "Crawford's going to curse Yoji into being a ball of fluff and call him Tama if we don't stop them from fighting!"
Omi let out another sigh. This is what you get if your land lord was an American son of Satan. Or was it just a New Jersey thing?
"Didn't he already do that?"
Shun nodded, "Yes, but he got such a kick out of it last time he's going to do it again!"
"Damn it, I have a deadline next week," Omi sighed and got out of his computer chair.
"Oh, are you getting published now?"
"No, but they have this deadline for all new artists."
"I see. Must be hard, trying to live of being an unemployed manga artiest."
"I work at the club," Omi said as they went out into the hallway.
"Yeah, but that's indecent," Shun argued.
"I'm not a stripper, Shun."
"Oh, pity. I wanted to watch, take pictures and sell them to the girls at my school."
"You're a brat you know that?"
"Yup."
********** And that's done. Sorry for the long period of no updates, I have discovered Final Fantasy and have been playing 7, 8, and 9 since the I got them (I like nine the best, I've almost beaten it, just need to kill Kuja and that Necron (?) thing, I just recently got eight, and I just can't get into the story of seven right now. Plus my dad's lap top went on the blitz and he took mine so I haven't had a chance to write all that much anyways.
Anyways, thanks for reading!