"Dude, that is one long-ass line." Yamato grumbled, aiming his comment at the rows standing eagerly to get their data match results. "Look at all the money they are reaping in."
"Well, atleast it is for a good cause. I think we can live without one dollar." The bass guitarist shrugged. "Let's go get our results. I'm curious. I hope I don't get anyone like Mi---er..." And he cleared his throat. (Sorry, some mimi bashing. But I'll make up for it.)
"Who do you hope you wont get?" Yamato responded roughly, face turning to a slight pink.
"Er..Hey look, a shorter line." The bass-guitarist quickly saved himself.
The two sat down at the lunch table, both eager and shy of the results. The bass-guitarist opened his, reading to himself his compatible matches. He blushed a slight red, quickly closing up the letter.
Yamato smirked. "You got Amy didn't you? You've had a crush on her since forever. Let me see what it says." And with that, Yamato grabbed his letter and examined it. "Wow, 57%, that's nice." He chuckled, slightly mocking his friend.
"Oh, shut up." The bass-guitarist retorted. "Now let's see if you got who you hoped for."
"Mimi, of course." Yamato replied confidently. When he opened his results, his jaw seemed to drop to the floor.
"Oh don't be devastated. These are just for fun.." The bass-guitarist tried to cheer him up.
"That's easy for you to say. You got someone you wanted." Yamato complained, making a mountain out of a mole hole. "My lowest compatibility is 33%; I can't believe my compatibility with Mimi is lower than that. My highest is 86%, with .. Sora Takenouchi. (Whoa big surprise there.)"
"That' pretty damn high. The average was about 60%, somewhere around there. When's the wedding?" The bass-guitarist joked. Yamato ignored him. "C'mon, this is just for fun. Don't let it ruin your day."
Mimi appeared and sat in the vacant seat next to Yamato, her mid-thigh skirt slinking up higher as she sat down. She crossed her legs and twitched her foot, pursing her lips and sighing at the same time. "I was hoping to get you.." She started, opening her results. "But instead I got this geek named Koushiro Izumi. How gross!" She groaned, playing with her pink locks of hair. "Who did you get?" Her voice instantly changing from exasperated to sultry.
"Uhm.." Yamato began bashfully. "Some girl named Sora, b-but.. I'm sure it was a mistake."
"Sora.. Takenouchi? Oh, I don't like her. She's really strange and weird, and she's not that pretty at all. She's into sports and she acts so.. manly. I feel sorry for you." With that, she squeezed Yamato's thigh, winked and left to converse with her other friends. (Ahh.. sorry again, but I'll make up for it, once again.)
The bass-guitarist sighed disgustedly and rolled his eyes. "Actually," he corrected Mimi, "Sora's not that bad. She's pretty, maybe not as pretty as Mimi, but she is certainly prettier than Mimi in personality. She's not 'manly,' she just doesn't go crazy on makeup like Mimi and her friends do. She's really smart and friendly, very toned and athletic."
"Geez, it sounds like you are trying to advertise," Yamato commented. "You must like her more than you do Amy; you certainly know more about her than you do Amy." Yamato snickered.
"I just don't want you to arbitrate things based on Mimi's opinions." The bass-guitarist said. "She does tend to exaggerate things. Anyway, you've seen Sora before. Actually, you have Sora in a few of your classes, like Trig. She sometimes glances at you.. not.. that I look at her all the time. Speak of the devil, there she is now." He shrugged over to the direction Sora was walking in.
Sora, standing at a height of about 5'3, had tanned skin that stretched along her toned body. Her hair was flipped out in the sides, and she had a permanent amiable smile on her face. In her arms she carried an already-read library book, and a couple of core class books. She headed to the library doors with grace, opened them, and gently strode in, shutting the door timidly behind her.
"That's her?" Yamato said in shock (Wow I just noticed he reminds me of Romeo.)
"Yep. Go introduce yourself."
"Why? No way.."
"To see who is more honest, me or Mimi." The bass-guitarist got up, and left Yamato in an uncomfortable situation. "I'm going to class early for tutoring. Ciao."
"B-but.." Yamato began, but his friend was not there to listen. Okay, whatever, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try.. atleast not that much.
Yamato traced Sora's path into the library, and pulled open the door with quivering fingers. He entered the library, his first time being here. He searched around for the girl, while pretending to act cool and casual. He spotted her and his heart skipped a few beats, but when he was about to approach her, a couple of obsessed girls ran up to him, smothering him with un-autographed papers. (lala so typical). Sora looked up from her studying, and sighed annoyed. Who can study with all these annoyances?
The bell rang, signaling that it was the time to go to class. The group of girls obstructed him from seeing Sora, but he did somehow manage to hear the words "Showoff" escape lightly from Sora's lips. Yamato groaned. "Oh well, I'll see her again today..."
"Well, atleast it is for a good cause. I think we can live without one dollar." The bass guitarist shrugged. "Let's go get our results. I'm curious. I hope I don't get anyone like Mi---er..." And he cleared his throat. (Sorry, some mimi bashing. But I'll make up for it.)
"Who do you hope you wont get?" Yamato responded roughly, face turning to a slight pink.
"Er..Hey look, a shorter line." The bass-guitarist quickly saved himself.
The two sat down at the lunch table, both eager and shy of the results. The bass-guitarist opened his, reading to himself his compatible matches. He blushed a slight red, quickly closing up the letter.
Yamato smirked. "You got Amy didn't you? You've had a crush on her since forever. Let me see what it says." And with that, Yamato grabbed his letter and examined it. "Wow, 57%, that's nice." He chuckled, slightly mocking his friend.
"Oh, shut up." The bass-guitarist retorted. "Now let's see if you got who you hoped for."
"Mimi, of course." Yamato replied confidently. When he opened his results, his jaw seemed to drop to the floor.
"Oh don't be devastated. These are just for fun.." The bass-guitarist tried to cheer him up.
"That's easy for you to say. You got someone you wanted." Yamato complained, making a mountain out of a mole hole. "My lowest compatibility is 33%; I can't believe my compatibility with Mimi is lower than that. My highest is 86%, with .. Sora Takenouchi. (Whoa big surprise there.)"
"That' pretty damn high. The average was about 60%, somewhere around there. When's the wedding?" The bass-guitarist joked. Yamato ignored him. "C'mon, this is just for fun. Don't let it ruin your day."
Mimi appeared and sat in the vacant seat next to Yamato, her mid-thigh skirt slinking up higher as she sat down. She crossed her legs and twitched her foot, pursing her lips and sighing at the same time. "I was hoping to get you.." She started, opening her results. "But instead I got this geek named Koushiro Izumi. How gross!" She groaned, playing with her pink locks of hair. "Who did you get?" Her voice instantly changing from exasperated to sultry.
"Uhm.." Yamato began bashfully. "Some girl named Sora, b-but.. I'm sure it was a mistake."
"Sora.. Takenouchi? Oh, I don't like her. She's really strange and weird, and she's not that pretty at all. She's into sports and she acts so.. manly. I feel sorry for you." With that, she squeezed Yamato's thigh, winked and left to converse with her other friends. (Ahh.. sorry again, but I'll make up for it, once again.)
The bass-guitarist sighed disgustedly and rolled his eyes. "Actually," he corrected Mimi, "Sora's not that bad. She's pretty, maybe not as pretty as Mimi, but she is certainly prettier than Mimi in personality. She's not 'manly,' she just doesn't go crazy on makeup like Mimi and her friends do. She's really smart and friendly, very toned and athletic."
"Geez, it sounds like you are trying to advertise," Yamato commented. "You must like her more than you do Amy; you certainly know more about her than you do Amy." Yamato snickered.
"I just don't want you to arbitrate things based on Mimi's opinions." The bass-guitarist said. "She does tend to exaggerate things. Anyway, you've seen Sora before. Actually, you have Sora in a few of your classes, like Trig. She sometimes glances at you.. not.. that I look at her all the time. Speak of the devil, there she is now." He shrugged over to the direction Sora was walking in.
Sora, standing at a height of about 5'3, had tanned skin that stretched along her toned body. Her hair was flipped out in the sides, and she had a permanent amiable smile on her face. In her arms she carried an already-read library book, and a couple of core class books. She headed to the library doors with grace, opened them, and gently strode in, shutting the door timidly behind her.
"That's her?" Yamato said in shock (Wow I just noticed he reminds me of Romeo.)
"Yep. Go introduce yourself."
"Why? No way.."
"To see who is more honest, me or Mimi." The bass-guitarist got up, and left Yamato in an uncomfortable situation. "I'm going to class early for tutoring. Ciao."
"B-but.." Yamato began, but his friend was not there to listen. Okay, whatever, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try.. atleast not that much.
Yamato traced Sora's path into the library, and pulled open the door with quivering fingers. He entered the library, his first time being here. He searched around for the girl, while pretending to act cool and casual. He spotted her and his heart skipped a few beats, but when he was about to approach her, a couple of obsessed girls ran up to him, smothering him with un-autographed papers. (lala so typical). Sora looked up from her studying, and sighed annoyed. Who can study with all these annoyances?
The bell rang, signaling that it was the time to go to class. The group of girls obstructed him from seeing Sora, but he did somehow manage to hear the words "Showoff" escape lightly from Sora's lips. Yamato groaned. "Oh well, I'll see her again today..."