I have to say to everyone, thankyou for sticking with me for the course of this story. No, it isn't finished yet, but…
Anyway, hope this isn't too soapie for any of you… I don't even watch soapies! Ah well, hope you enjoy all the same.
He detests me. Really abhors me. Why do I bother… he has somebody else now. I shouldn't be like this. Not as though he really even took much notice of me as it was… what makes me think he would have been interested in me…?
Why am I torturing myself like this? There's nothing I can do about it. Nothing, nothing at all… he doesn't like me, that much is obvious. I feel so…
She lifted her pen off the paper for a moment, before writing again, copper hair streaming over her face as she wrote.
I feel so helpless...
Meanwhile, light was streaming through Ryu's window. He groaned, rolled over, burying his head under the pillow. Too bright…
"Ryu. Get your useless rear down here now!"
He swore under his breath and stumbled downstairs, nearly knocking himself out in the process of walking down. I'm sure that banister wasn't there yesterday… I don't even remember getting home. Last thing was I was talking with Hayate…
He sobered immediately. That's right. And he didn't want to speak with me…
The sound of something being thrown against the wall in a mad frenzy made him start, rushing down the remainder of the stairs.
What a lovely way to be woken up in the morning…
"Hey, prick-face!"
Even from the other end of the phone, Ayane still clearly heard her friend's sigh. "What do you want at this indecent hour of the morning, sprocket-needle?"
She blinked. "Sprocket-needle? That's… inventive,"
Lisa laughed into the phone. "Yeah, I always think of the best ones when I'm stuffed. So. What's your problem that you have to ring this early, huh?"
She snorted out loud. "Early? It's like, frigging ten in the morning,"
"Yeah. You're missing something, Ay. That is early,"
"Whatever. You busy today?"
Silence for a moment. "Nah. You want to do something?"
Ayane nodded, lavender hair bobbing up and down, before remembering that her friend couldn't see her nod. "Yeah. Want to get out of the house for a bit,"
"What's up? You've been… I dunno, different recently,"
"Nothing's wrong," she assured her friend, although secretly, she wasn't sure if she believed it herself. Well, put it this way. Nothing is wrong as long as you can forget.
"Well… what are you waiting for, then? Let's party,"
"I thought it was too early in the morning,"
One point to me, huh?
"Smart arse bitch,"
So, here they were, back downtown, browsing clothes. As always.
"That mini is really cute, Ay. Try it on,"
Lisa was pointing to a 'skirt', if it could really be called that, due to the actual length of the thing, Ayane was personally considering renaming the miniskirt a 'tissue'. It seemed flimsy enough; and more suited to blowing one's nose on then actually 'wearing' and 'covering' anything.
"You try it on, ho-face,"
"Nah, it's very you. Not me so much,"
She turned to face Lisa indignantly. "So you're insinuating that I would go around wearing something shorter then your attention span, bitch-face?"
"Not really. Your legs would look really sexy in it,"
"What the fuck would you know about my legs?"
Lisa stared at her. "They're really nice, all slender in the right places and sexy to boot. It'd look good. Chicks with really stick legs couldn't pull it off, nor could chunky chicks. But your legs are sexy, Ay. You could get away with it no cinch,"
"Sound like you're wanting to fuck my legs or something,"
Lisa gave her a pointed look.
"Stop it, Lis, you're scaring me,"
Lisa just smiled an odd little smile and turned back to the clothing racks, humming under her breath.
Okay, what the fuck just happened? What's got into Lisa? It's like she suddenly turned les… oh no!
"Umm… Lis… is there something you're not telling me here?" she questioned suddenly.
Lisa turned to face her, that odd smile back again.
"Something I'm not telling you? No. Something that hasn't occurred to your smoke fogged mind yet, yes,"
"You what?" The idea was preposterous. Lisa… liked girls? "Damn it all! What with you and Hayabusa… you two would make a good couple! Wait, no you wouldn't… damn, now I'm just confused…"
"There's nothing to be confused about, I just like to… bat on both teams. Nothing wrong with that, is there?"
"You're not talking cricket, are you?"
"No slut-bum, I'm not,"
"Softball?"
"Not softball or baseball or tee-ball or golf or basketball or ANYTHING TO DO WITH BALLS!"
"Well, you can say that twice. What about boy-bashing? That can have bats,"
"Ayane, you're a tool,"
"I know,"