^^ I watched this movie called All Over the Guy, about two guys who go on a blind date, and they think they hate each other, and their best friends fall in love and get married – they (the two guys) see each other again at a flee market, get to talking, and eventually have sex, but one of them 'officially hates any guy he likes'. So the relationship gets sticky, after that. Anyway. I decided to use the idea, and many of the events, from the movie for an OmixKen story. Oh, and Ken's a Jock, and Omi's a Goth. Weird mix, huh?
Not only do I own Weiss Kreuz, but also my microwave as well.
Summary: Fixed up on a blind date shot to hell, Omi recognizes his 'date' at school during senior year – now he has to duck into classrooms, run around corners, and lock himself in closets to avoid him! But fate seems to enjoy toying with him... Problem after problem seems to rise up, throwing the two boys together in the oddest situations. (this may or may not contain lemon... I'm leaning towards 'May DEFINATELY contain lemon'... O.o)
Such Great HeightsBy Ayanagami
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I am thinking it's a sign
That the freckles in our eyes
Are mirror images
And when we kiss they are perfectly align
-Such Great Heights, first verse, by Postal Service
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There are two serious kinds of blind dates.
There is the blind date in which the two participants hit it right off, which is good for them.
Then there is the blind date in which the two hate each other. As in, they don't click, they have nothing in common, and one or both of them are thinking 'What the hell did my friend think I had in common with this person?'
Omi was thinking this right now, staring at the marble table in the cafe he was in. One of his hands played with the cup of coffee he had been nursing for ten minutes, since his first, last, and most likely only order.
The boy opposite him was having just as much trouble, gazing out the window and stirring his drink absentmindedly. It was like both of them wanted to be someplace else, but couldn't get the courage to just walk out, or even excuse themselves.
Oh, man, Omi thought to himself morbidly, it's like we're mute to one another – how could Yohji think I'd like this guy?? He's a soccer player for god's sake! I'm the most anti-sports person I've ever met.... And he doesn't even know how to turn on a computer!
Omi stifled a sigh, glaring at his coffee like it was the source of all evil. He'd never been on a more boring date. He chewed on his bottom lip, risking a glance up, watching the other boy staring uninterestingly out the window, still. Omi shook his head, seeing as he had nothing much to loose.
"So, uh," Omi fumbled for something to ask, anything to say, "you like...." Think, think! Not books, this guy doesn't look like he's ever picked up a book of his own free will in his entire life... Omi let his mind fly in circles, rummaging through his brain in hopes a topic might surface... "movies?"
Ken blinked at him once he turned to face Omi again, still looking rather blank. He shrugged, murmuring, "Yeah, I like movies."
Finally, Omi sagged mentally, then tossed another question into the floundering gap between them. "What kind?" Probably action... Like, Terminator or something. Omi silently snorted, keeping his less than desirable comments to himself.
"Mmm... Horror." Ken replied, frowning. "I like Sci-fi, Fantasy, that kind of stuff."
Whoa. Fantasy? Well, Horror's close enough, anyway. "Really?"
"Yeah. I really like vampire movies."
This time, Omi couldn't hold back a soft laugh, though he clamped his hand over his mouth quickly, lest he offend his date.
"What?" Ken asked, blinking, halfway confused, halfway stung. "What's wrong with vampires?"
"Nothing... Nothing," Omi assured him, smiling a little, "it's just that you don't seem the vampire type – you know, most vampire fans are pale, wear all black, antisocial."
Ken frowned. "I don't buy into that crap; you don't have to look the part to be it."
"But you do." Omi said, then mentally cursed himself. Great, I'm an idiot...
"Huh? What do you mean by that?"
"Well, you're a soccer player – and you look like a soccer player." Omi answered truthfully, "You're tan, and you have the muscles."
"Muscles? Anyone can have muscles."
"Well, yeah, but you have soccer muscles. Your legs, basically. All that running around, it shows."
"Oh." Ken looked confused, as if he didn't know whether to be insulted or relieved.
"Well, anyway..." Omi couldn't think of a way in which he could steer the conversation in a different direction; racking his brain, he still came up empty handed.
"What's yours?" Ken asked, blithely unaware of the fact that he'd just done what Omi's intent had been.
"Huh? My...?"
"Your favorite kind of movie?"
"Classics. I like some Drama, too." Omi answered automatically, leaning against his seat and sipping his cool beverage.
"Drama?" Ken asked, making a face. "How can you stand to sit through a bunch of people running around talking to each other, and nothing exciting ever happens? It's like... Soap Operas on film," After a moment, Ken added, "Well, it figures, I guess."
Omi bristled. "That is not what Drama is about. Drama's about life. And what do you mean 'it figures!?'"
"Uh, yeah, sure, some life." Ken retorted, rolling his eyes. "How many people have their babies stolen? How many girls are all in love with the same man, who happens to be a convict? How many people fall in love with their brother and not even know it until they give birth? It's a load of crap."
"Drama isn't about that. Whatever you're watching is narrow-minded. As I've said, Drama is about life. Not about chaos and crazy things that could never happen. And what do you mean about 'it figures'!?" Omi demanded, feeling himself getting angry.
"Sheez – I said 'it figures' because you look like a girl. What?" Ken answered, huffing.
"I look like a girl?" Omi bridled at the comment.
"Yes!"
"What does that have to do with anything?!"
"Cause girls like Drama and Romance."
"And I never said that I like Romance."
"Drama is just like Romance, though."
Omi bit back a reply, seeing where this was going – nowhere.
"Never mind." He rose, digging into his pocket for some money and tossing out a crumpled ten. "I'll pay – it was nice meeting you, Ken, maybe I'll see you around."
Then Omi left, seething at Yohji. This was the last time that guy set him up on a blind date....
*
"Didn't go well?" Yohji commented as Omi flung himself on the other boy's bed, too despairing to glare at him properly at all.
"Not in the least." Omi groaned, finally, as he turned onto his back. "God, first it was boring, then we got into this stupid fight of movies... Dear god, Yohji, why'd you pick him? We have nothing in common. I don't think he's even gay!"
Yohji blinked. "Um, I'm pretty sure he's gay... and isn't that enough for you to have in common?"
"NO!" Omi cried and flung a pillow at him. "He plays soccer, and I'm a computer freak! He doesn't know where the on switch is, and I couldn't kick a ball to save my life! Don't ever set me up again!"
They were both silent for a while as Omi caught his breath.
"You sure?" Yohji asked, finally.
"... Well... he was really good-looking.... I mean... really... good... No! No more blind dates!"
Yohji sighed and shook his head, still lounging on his desk.
"Whatever – I'm sure you'll find a boyfriend when school starts up again...."
Which reminded Omi...
"Shit! I have to get my schedule!" Omi cried, running out of Yohji's room.
*
"Mmmm...." Omi groaned desolately. The first day of his senior year sucked already. Someone had thought it would be funny to trash the computer room – probably one of those damn, dumb jocks – so his computer class was spent doing bookwork. Ugh!
English was chaotic – first, the teacher didn't show up for the first twenty minutes, in which the rest of the class had decided that this meant a free for all. The jocks he actually made it into the class bullied people around, and the kids in the back, usually troublemakers, anyway, wadded up paper and threw the projectiles at girls, and, or, geeks. A few hit Omi, but once the Goth gave them a good glare, they shrank from doing it again.
When the teacher did show up, she seemed confused, and more interested in the television habits of the students than anything else, like teaching. She especially wanted to know if anyone watched X-files.
Trig and Home Economics were horrendous, both with old, droning teachers that bored Omi to death, and managed to lull half the class to sleep.
It was now lunch, and it was all Omi could do to pull out his hair in frustration. He figured that if the rest of the year was modeled after the first day, he was, to put it eloquently, screwed.
Sitting at a table in the courtyard as kids milled about, with his head in his arms on the table, he was pondering whether to fall asleep and never wake up, or just die and get it over with when someone pulled up a chair next to him, following it with a soft 'hi'.
Lifting his head, he recognized his friend and computer bud, Nagi.
"Hey, Nagi; did your first day suck as much as mine did?" He asked miserably.
Nagi smirked and shook his head, saying, "It has gone smoothly, so far."
"Lucky you," Omi growled.
"I heard about your date from Yohji – was it really so bad?"
"Horrible. It just sucked. I'm actually starting to hate him, or something."
"Oh, really?" Nagi lifted an eyebrow.
"Yeah – man, he was so opinionated. And... he acted like a straight guy, for gods sake!"
Nagi laughed and patted Omi's head.
"It couldn't have been that bad."
Oh... But it was.... Omi thought to himself...
And if I never have to see him again, it'd be too soon.
If you have any questions or comments, email me at ayanagami2002@yahoo.com, okay?