Just Another Story
Chapter 2: After Party Party
DK equals me, Duckie. TK equals well, Tk or Takeru Ishida, DM equals Daisuke Motomiya.
DK: Relapse, just to get everyone up to speed we're at Yamato Ishida's after party party, yes, I know, the name doesn't make sense but it's my story so SHUT IT!
DM and TK jump back DM: Stop threatening your readers...
TK: Yes, and us.
DK: I'm not in the mood to talk to either of you, so maybe I'll kill you off! pulls out mini machine gun
TK: No no! BAD DUCKIE! BAD! No guns.
DK: puts gun away No guns you say, eh?
DM: Yeah, that's what he said. Oh GOD, YOU'RE GOING ACTIVE LISTENING ON US. flees
DK: No, wait. turning towards TK This is your fault, die Takeru. pulls out shotgun
TK: BAD DUCKIE, BAD, BAD, BAD, BAD! What did I just say about guns?
DK: sighs They're not allowed. puts gun away, again
TK: Now play nice with the other Duckie hisses NO! BAD DUCKIE! NO HISSING, PLAY NICE WITH THE OTHER !!!
DK: You know TK, you didn't say anything 'bout knives. pulls out switchblade DIE FOOL!
TK: MEEP! begins to flee ON WITH THE STORY, HURRY DAMNIT!
chapter 2
(AN: For those of you that read this in it's rough text form (a.k.a. in my notebook, nyar har!) I apologize that the last, and the following chapter have been changed so much. Anywhos...)
Ken nodded and waved goodbye casually, Matt closed the door and walked over to Mimi, who was in an alcohol induced coma upon the couch. "She pulled a Sixteen Candles. Is she okay? "
Kari looked up at him, noticing his electric blue eyes, "She just partied a bit too hard. Happens all the time."
"I know." he said coldly, "I mean is she okay?"
"Oh, yeah, I don't think she needs anything except maybe a pillow."
He nodded and seemed to glare at the lump upon the sofa with disgust, "What about you, you need anything?"
"Got any Dr. Pepper?"
He grinned and nodded again. "Over ice or from the can?"
"From the can...?"
"Your wish is my command."
"Thank you kind farmboy."
Matt exited and then returned with a Dr. Pepper and a lemonade for himself, "Princess Bride?"
She couldn't help but like the fact that their conversation flowed so smoothly in the category of movies. "But of course!"
"Grey Poupon?"
"Nonsense!"
"Um, anyways, you know you're not as evil as everyone says."
"EVERYONE SAYS I'M EVIL!? BAHHH! EVERYONE SAYS I'M EVIL????"
"Well, not everyone, but a lot of people think you're, uh, unkind."
"What would make them say that? I'm not a particularily evil person, you know?"
"Maybe not, but you really are s" he paused, "nevermind."
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I really am what? Smart? Sexy? SUPER? WHAT? Mimi arose for a minute, I swear she can hear my brain yell.
"Matty?" I cringed at the overused nickname.
"Hey baby, " I cringed again, it really sucks, but when it's not me, I CAN'T STAND THIS CRAP! "Meems, you've got to stop drinking so much, it's not good for you."
"Dunbe abuzzkilla Matty, only having agootime!"
I grabbed Mimi by the shoulders and gave her a little shake, to which she only mumbled 'Ow' and then began my short but very to the point lecture, "Mimi? Mimi, my friend since birth, my peer, my crazy partier, you were way past a buzz about an hour ago." She didn't say anything, instead, swaying a little, she collapsed again.
Matt stared down at her and sighed, "Yep, Sixteen Candles." he mumbled. I sighed and stared at her too, wondering what he meant by referring to this situation as Sixteen Candles. Then it hit me, Mimi is just like Long Duck Dong, and Matt's her bitch! Not that that matters.
"So now what?"
Matt glanced at his watch, "Now people start coming to the party."
"Nice house." I said sarcastically.
"No kidding, want a tour?"
"I'll pass, thanks though. Is Ken coming to the party?" Even if I somehow managed to get him off my mind for a second, Ken came back at me with full force, not all of my spewing off about outbursts was bullcrap, something about not having him around anymore has disproportioned my hormones or something, because I keep doing stupid things, especially around Matt. In this case, I said 'Is Ken coming to the party?' much, much, much louder than my previous sentence.
"Yeah." Matt was very cold all of the sudden. Almost sneering and rude.
"So what time is the party supposed to start?" I sounded like a boring radio host doing my best to keep dead air from taking over, a.k.a. equal coldness. Hiya! As in karate of course.
"10:30" Pch. Bastard. We sat silently for a good two minutes before he said, "It's your turn to say something."
"Your wish is my command." I said, mocking him, then I almost laughed at my evil genius, "Something."
He chuckled at this, "As is yours mine."
Ken seemed to piss him off, "I wish that Ken would get here already!" I cried.
He rolled his eyes and then raised his left eyebrow, "Your wish is my comm-"
DING DONG! Great probably some no-good-dirty-rotten guests.
"Oh! Don't get up Miss Hikari, I'll get it." He bowed and slinked towards the door.
"OH! Hi Ken, we were uh, just talking about you." The tall blue-headed boy that I know and love stood in the doorway looking very good.
"Ha, everyone talks about me Matt" Ken jabbed Matt in the arm, "it's 'cause I'm so good looking."
"Right. Anyways," Matt walked into the livingroom with Ken, "I believe you know Miss Hikari Yagami?"
Ken smirked, oh my oh my how I love that smirk, "Yeah."
"And Mimi?" Matt's smile turned into a grimace of shame when he pointed to her.
"Fucked her once or twice." And now I understand why they hate each other. They're competitive. Or something. I don't know.
"What?" Matt turned to face Ken, who he was about a pinky's width taller than.
I muttered 'I love you' under my breath to Ken as they bickered about some event or another.
"YOU WANNA FIGHT, PUNK?"
"WHAT WAS THAT???"
"I SAID I 'FUCKED HER ONCE OR TWICE' NOW DO YOU WANT TO FIGHT, OR WHAT?"
"No, but I'm watching you 'pretty boy'"
"Whatever dude, just call me and I'll be glad to come down and kick your ass." For some reason I couldn't believe that that would ever happen, and if it did it wouldn't 'go down' the way Ken said it would, my insincts were that Ken would lose. Poor hotty.
"Ken are you okay?"
bloop! divider!!!
How can she suddenly melt when he comes around? The guys a crude asswipe, yet to him she's butter in the microwave on high.
Ken shrugged, 'hawked' a lugi and went into the kitchen to spit it into the sink. "Attractive." I muttered.
"Yep, 's gonna get me laid."
I was so tempted to just smack him senseless, which sounds rather wussy-ish, but it isn't, I'd be very manly about it I swear to God. "Yer a total flit Matt, you just don't know it yet."
"Flit? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Come on Kari, let's go talk. Cya later, ya nerd."
I can't believe she's a mental wreck over that sick bastard. He is though, no one has ever loved him more than he loves himself.
bleh! DIVIDER!!!
For those of you unfamiliar (like me until a few days ago) with this it basically is equivalent in meaning to fag, homo, or feiry. You know the general slang for male homosexuals.
another divider. W00T! 30 seconds later in some random room
"Ken? Baby what is it?" I know I know I know, I said I can't stand the name crap, but that's only when it isn't me, and it's with someone I truly care about. Someone special.
"Listen Kari, I think you need to get over me. I mean there wouldn't be any of those damn rumors about me," he drifted off as he noticed his reflection in a mirror, and then came back suddenly, "Anyways, it's your fault we broke up, so stop telling people I'm gay."
"I'm not."
"You're the one that wouldn't have sex with me, you're the one that's probably gay." I stared at him, my mind went blank and I thought back, about two weeks ago.
flashback!!! DUN DUN DUN!
I gently kissed his lips, my body pressed against his and I felt happy, safe. "Kari?"
"Yeah?"
"Let's have sex. I mean seriously, I'm sick of this bullshitting around, we've been dating for six months."
"Six wonderful months," I echoed, "Why let sex ruin it?" It didn't sink in I guess, I'm a virgin, I don't want to do it till I'm married, old fashioned or not that's just me. But still, I didn't understand what he meant. We hadn't even done anything close to sex. So him jumping straight to it made me nervous.
"Then I don't want to be with you." At first I was sad, then I realized that this was a good thing, no matter how much I love him, he doesn't love me back. At least not the right way.
"If you loved me you'd wait."
"Well then, I guess I don't." He left, and I just stared after him, he left his CD, and at first I stared at that too, then I took the case and put it on the floor, stomping on it till little shiny pieces of CD sat everywhere and then I just broke into sobs.
back to the future. Sort of.
"I'm gay the happy way." I smiled at him. "And I don't need you." Suddenly I was walking out on him, that felt good, damn good.
"So, Princess Buttercup, what went on in there with his royal ass?" I couldn't tell what he meant by it, except that Ken was an ass.
"I left him. For good this time." I paused and then let out a laugh. I noticed that a few guests had arrived and more were pooring in by the minute. "Don't call me Buttercup, farmboy." Corny or not, I truly love the Princess Bride, and if it was the only thing we could talk about that didn't get either one pissed off, then so be it.
"Need an escort home?"
I laughed again, we were neighbors, so it's not exactly a great offer."No thanks, I can walk."
"Oh, but don't! It's such a gruesome 200 feet of unexplored terrain!"
I laughed a third time, "Oh alright, you can give me a ride." it was like I was giving in to the cruelty of it all, then for shits and giggles I yelled, "TO THE BAT MOBILE!!!"
We both giggled and headed out for the torturous trip.
end chapter
DK: FWEEP! Numero deux! mocks French class Tape voice The chapter is complete.
TK: Okay then.
DM: Why do you hate me?
DK: I don't!?
DM: No you do! In every story in your notebooks or that have disgraced the with horribleness I'm always a complete loser.
DK: Well, I promise, someday, you will be cool.
DM: How reassuring.
TK: Pch.
DK: um... Thank you for reviewing!
TK: Yep, first review you didn't get from a friend and it's a flame.
DK: Not really, the guy(or gal) is just saying that they don't like mimato. Which is kind of a flame, but it's more of their opinion.
TK: Do you even care?
DK: Nope, except that I don't like it when people don't know what I have planned and assume something is permanent. (not that Mimato isn't) Which brings me to the sneak peek!
Sneak Peek: Fweep! It's a good one, trust me, probably my favorite chapter thus far, entrance of Tk and like five other people. Kinda. Sorta. Well like three.
TK: Finally, get my claim to fame!
DK: hangs head in shame I would hardly call this story fame my dear boy. Remember, r&r!