Okay, another, rather short section. I hate when I have to write people to
certain events. Oh well, it's pretty good for a set up and filler... I
guess. Anyway, thanks to my 7 reviewers! I'm glad people got my Honda pun.
I was teheheing about it when I decided to put bike info in there. I know
darkmus, sexy bikes indeed. The Ducati alone makes me want to drool. And
thanks for understanding. Thanks too, innominate. The 'you' is a new thing
for me to try but now that I've started, I like having the option. I used
it in another one too. *cuddles her Duke plushie* Wow Malik/Marik. You're
really starting to spoil me. I'll have to see what I can add into the
party. I already have some things planned and we'll just have to see how it
goes. Okay, I'm just going to put this out and then go work on the next
section in hopes to get it out before Thanksgiving. :)
Disclaimer: I own nuttin! Well... *looks around the dorm* yeah... nuttin.
Chapter 3
Saturday, December the 21st 9:47 pm
~Duke's POV~
If there is one thing that I actually like about going to school, it's the fact that I only have to be in my shop from 3 to 9. But now that school is out, and we're on extended Christmas hours, I'm in the shop from 7am to 9pm, or until I decide to hide in my office. I don't know how anyone can choose to go into retail. People are so annoying.
I glance at the clock on my desk and sigh. I just can't seem to get any work done. I have to get this report finished before New Year's Eve, but I can't concentrate.
Why am I being so stupid? I should just tell you about my absurd crush and then, when you laugh at me, I can get over it and move on. I know, it'll be my New Year's Resolution. Ah, the joys of procrastination.
I tap my fingers on the desk as I stare at the blank screen. There is no way I'm going to be able to work on this when I have you on the brain. It's like a disease or something.
Admitting defeat, I leave my office and head up the stairs to my bedroom. I have to get up at the ungodly hour of 6 again tomorrow morning, so I may as well get some sleep. Plus, when I'm sleeping, I won't be thinking of you.
I flip through my daily calendar and look to see if I have any important meetings anytime in the next two weeks. I didn't even get past two days when I stop. The party...
I wonder when Yuugi is going to get me the invitation. I wrinkle my nose as I remember where it is going to be held at. Figures it would be at Kaiba's. True, it's pretty much Mokuba's party, but Mokuba is making Seto claim he's the one throwing the party.
I drop my calendar's pages and move to get ready for bed. Brush my teeth, change clothes, turn off lights, set alarm. I climb under the covers and look at the clock. It's not even 11 and I'm going to bed. I *have* to be sick.
It's a shame it isn't anything I would normally get around now, like a cold or the flu. But no... it has to be love sickness.
That's it. I'm sick and tired of being so pathetic like this. I'm either going to say something to you at the party, or I'm just going to force myself to give up on you. If I can't do it then, I never will be able to, and I refuse to obsess over you like this any longer. I do have my pride after all.
~*~*~*~
Saturday, December the 21st 10:02 pm
~Tristan's POV~
I stare at the ceiling as I tap my foot nervously. I'm not even about to talk to you and I'm already nervous. With a quick glance at the invitation on my desk, I go back to my ceiling.
It really shouldn't be that hard. You probably will be to busy to even talk to me. I mean, come on. I bet every person in the store is going to want to talk to the inventor on the game they're buying. You'll be much to busy for me.
I slowly stop tapping and I begin to frown. What if you're so busy you aren't even in the store? Then all of this planning will have gone to waste.
Gah. I roll over and try to stop thinking. I'll never get any sleep if I keep this up. It's horrible the way I let you get to me, but I don't know what I would do if I lost my crush on you. Gods forbid I begin to think someone else is cute. Like Joey. I shudder slightly. Weird.
A noise grabs my attention, and before I can stop him, Blankey jumps onto my bed.
"Blankey!" I hiss, not really sure why I'm trying to be quiet. "You're not supposed to be up here!"
Blankey stops and looks at me. It's dark, but I know he's giving me the pleading look he does so well.
I sigh and pat the area of the bed beside me. "Fine, just don't blame me if Mom yells at you in the morning. I told you not too."
He curls up near me and I take comfort in his presence. I absently pet him as I try to go to sleep again. They say that petting a dog is actually calming. Maybe I should pet Blankey for a while before I leave tomorrow. Who knows, it may keep me from making an ass of myself when I see you tomorrow. If I see you tomorrow.
My eyes close as my thoughts start to lessen. I'm going to your store tomorrow and I'm going to talk to you. All I have left to do is hope for the best. I would like to leave with some dignity still intact.
Well that's all for now. Look for bigger and better things to come within the week. After all, I have a 50 minute flight on Wednesday, with nothing to do. And as always, I like reviews!
Disclaimer: I own nuttin! Well... *looks around the dorm* yeah... nuttin.
Chapter 3
Saturday, December the 21st 9:47 pm
~Duke's POV~
If there is one thing that I actually like about going to school, it's the fact that I only have to be in my shop from 3 to 9. But now that school is out, and we're on extended Christmas hours, I'm in the shop from 7am to 9pm, or until I decide to hide in my office. I don't know how anyone can choose to go into retail. People are so annoying.
I glance at the clock on my desk and sigh. I just can't seem to get any work done. I have to get this report finished before New Year's Eve, but I can't concentrate.
Why am I being so stupid? I should just tell you about my absurd crush and then, when you laugh at me, I can get over it and move on. I know, it'll be my New Year's Resolution. Ah, the joys of procrastination.
I tap my fingers on the desk as I stare at the blank screen. There is no way I'm going to be able to work on this when I have you on the brain. It's like a disease or something.
Admitting defeat, I leave my office and head up the stairs to my bedroom. I have to get up at the ungodly hour of 6 again tomorrow morning, so I may as well get some sleep. Plus, when I'm sleeping, I won't be thinking of you.
I flip through my daily calendar and look to see if I have any important meetings anytime in the next two weeks. I didn't even get past two days when I stop. The party...
I wonder when Yuugi is going to get me the invitation. I wrinkle my nose as I remember where it is going to be held at. Figures it would be at Kaiba's. True, it's pretty much Mokuba's party, but Mokuba is making Seto claim he's the one throwing the party.
I drop my calendar's pages and move to get ready for bed. Brush my teeth, change clothes, turn off lights, set alarm. I climb under the covers and look at the clock. It's not even 11 and I'm going to bed. I *have* to be sick.
It's a shame it isn't anything I would normally get around now, like a cold or the flu. But no... it has to be love sickness.
That's it. I'm sick and tired of being so pathetic like this. I'm either going to say something to you at the party, or I'm just going to force myself to give up on you. If I can't do it then, I never will be able to, and I refuse to obsess over you like this any longer. I do have my pride after all.
~*~*~*~
Saturday, December the 21st 10:02 pm
~Tristan's POV~
I stare at the ceiling as I tap my foot nervously. I'm not even about to talk to you and I'm already nervous. With a quick glance at the invitation on my desk, I go back to my ceiling.
It really shouldn't be that hard. You probably will be to busy to even talk to me. I mean, come on. I bet every person in the store is going to want to talk to the inventor on the game they're buying. You'll be much to busy for me.
I slowly stop tapping and I begin to frown. What if you're so busy you aren't even in the store? Then all of this planning will have gone to waste.
Gah. I roll over and try to stop thinking. I'll never get any sleep if I keep this up. It's horrible the way I let you get to me, but I don't know what I would do if I lost my crush on you. Gods forbid I begin to think someone else is cute. Like Joey. I shudder slightly. Weird.
A noise grabs my attention, and before I can stop him, Blankey jumps onto my bed.
"Blankey!" I hiss, not really sure why I'm trying to be quiet. "You're not supposed to be up here!"
Blankey stops and looks at me. It's dark, but I know he's giving me the pleading look he does so well.
I sigh and pat the area of the bed beside me. "Fine, just don't blame me if Mom yells at you in the morning. I told you not too."
He curls up near me and I take comfort in his presence. I absently pet him as I try to go to sleep again. They say that petting a dog is actually calming. Maybe I should pet Blankey for a while before I leave tomorrow. Who knows, it may keep me from making an ass of myself when I see you tomorrow. If I see you tomorrow.
My eyes close as my thoughts start to lessen. I'm going to your store tomorrow and I'm going to talk to you. All I have left to do is hope for the best. I would like to leave with some dignity still intact.
Well that's all for now. Look for bigger and better things to come within the week. After all, I have a 50 minute flight on Wednesday, with nothing to do. And as always, I like reviews!