Good day, fellow writers and readers! As I promised, here is the next chapter of my newly created story. Thank you for those who have read this and special thanks to those who have reviewed it. Sorry I didn't update this yesterday coz, well, it is NEW YEAR and I'm so engrossed on the fireworks that my dad bought (hehe). Anyways, hope everybody will keep tuning in on this and hope that everybody gets the chance to review it. Ciao!
Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine, y'dig? ;p
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Love's only blocks away: chapter ii
Riiinng! Riiinng! It was morning, I'm sure, since no one in his RIGHT MIND would call me for an early morning chit-chat. Although I'm wondering why I suddenly feel all tired and I can't even get up. I groggily adjusted my head and looked at my digital clock on my bedside table. 9:37AM. 'Shit! I'm late!' Riiinng! Riiinng! 'Stupid phone.' I irritatingly grabbed my phone beside me and pressed it to my ear.
"What do you want?!" I said, obviously annoyed.
"Yo, Matt!" I heard Akira's cool voice on the other end. "What's up, man? Did you forget about our meeting with Mr. Ayashi today about that recording contract? The boss here is really getting nasty, y'know," he said as I hurriedly got up towards my bathroom.
"Yeah, yeah, I know! I'll just get dressed and be there in a flash. Wait for me up front and don't do anything without me, okay?"
"Alright. But you better get your ass here as soon as possible or there'll be fireworks comin', and it's not even the Fourth of July yet," he said then hanged up. I quickly got dressed, gelled and combed my tangled tresses, and then headed down to my car towards the mall. As soon as I arrived, I caught sight of my other band mates waiting for me at the mall's entrance, with a rather large crowd surrounding them. I parked my car at an empty space near some motorcycles, got my baseball cap and sunglasses, and tried my best to not be recognized by a bunch of over-obsessed fans, mostly consist of wild and crazy girls. I quietly but quickly entered the mall and got past the guards, my band mates, and my "adoring" fans, without being noticed and made my way to the third floor where Mr. Ayashi's recording studio was located. As soon as the studio was in sight, I began to run. I was so caught up with getting there as quickly as I can that I didn't notice somebody walking before me. Naturally, we accidentally bumped into each other, hard. We both fell down, that person sitting on his or her "bottom" and me with my body on his or her lap, as my sunglasses left my face. A very awkward position, I assure you. I closed my eyes and was too scared to look at whomever I bumped into. 'Oh, great! Just exactly what I need to make my day even better!'
"Ehem!" I heard a voice that disrupted my train of thought, but I still didn't dare open my eyes. "Could you please get off of me, today?!" I realized that the voice was talking to me, so I finally got the courage to open my eyes to look up at that person. It was a girl. But not just any girl, but a rather gorgeous looking girl with shoulder-length, flaming red hair with matching deep, crimson eyes, staring directly at me. I was so captivated in her eyes that I didn't notice her talking again.
"Umm, hello?" she said while waving her hands in front of my face. "I would really appreciate it if you could stop staring and get off of me right now. People are staring at us." She said all this with a bit of annoyance in her tone.
"Oops! Sorry 'bout that." I quickly stood up from her, extending my hand so she, too, could stand. She took it gratefully and I was surprised to feel that it was so soft and slender. She quickly withdrew her hand away from me and bent down to pick up her stuff that was scattered on the floor. I bent down, too, and picked the remaining bags for her.
"Look, Ms. I'm really, really sorry. I'll gladly pay for anything that's damaged," I said as I handed her the bags.
"No, it's alright. These are only clothes, anyway. Thanks." She took her stuff from my hands and was about to leave when I suddenly asked,
"What's your name?" She quickly turned around, but I was surprised to see her smiling.
"Sorry, but I really don't give my name to strangers. But nice bumping into you, anyway. Ciao!" she said as she waved at me then went on her way towards the escalators. I just smiled at her and waved back, quite disappointed that she didn't give me her name. As people went their way, I picked up my glasses from the floor. 'It's a good thing nobody recognized me...'
"Isn't that Yamato Ishida?!" I froze, dead on my spot.
"It is! It is him! Yamato Ishida of "The Wolves"!"
"Oh my God!!! C'mon, let's get his autograph!" I sweatdropped as people ran up to me. 'Oh no! I spoke too soon.' Everywhere I turn, there were people in all possible direction asking me for autographs and other "stuff." I can't see any way to get rid of them so there's nothing left to do but to face the music. I saw my boss, Akira, Takuya, Suboshi, and Mr. Ayashi snickering at me from inside the studio. I was so preoccupied that I didn't notice them. I looked at them and pleaded for help, and soon, security guards finally got hold of that mob. As the crowd was held with some space for me to leave, I spotted a red rectangular wallet with a silver lock lying on the floor near the studio. I quickly picked it up and put it inside my jacket pocket as the boss accompanied me inside with my band mates."Hey, thanks! I didn't think they'd recognize me, though," I said as I sat down on a chair.
"What'd you expect? We are simply IRRESISTIBLE!" Akira said, giving Suboshi and Takuya a high-five. I just rolled my eyes and muttered, "Whatever," as the boss motioned for us to get ready.
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Ok. A lot better than the first chappy but I know still not good enough. I'll update as soon as possible and I hope you'll still continue reviewing. Love ya'll! Ciao!
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