At First Sight

Chapter 11- Bazooka Gum

A/N: First of all, I would like to say how special you have all made me feel! So far (from what I've received within 3 days of updating it) I've got 12 reviews but the e-mails are still coming! I love it when you guys e-mail me; it makes me feel like a famous author! I'm taking the time to e-mail you all back (I was going to print of some of the e-mails and hand it to my math teacher as an excuse to why I'm not doing my homework but my printer isn't working now… so I had to use the old "I forgot my math book at school" thing again) I look foreword to all of your e-mails and reviews, I can't describe how good it makes me feel to hear that not only are my stories being talked about on the internet (I looked up my screen name on google once and there where a few websites that said they liked my stories! Maybe I'll put the links to them in my profile. One of them said I was their inspiration! Sigh, I feel famous!) But people are also talking about my stories at their schools!

So since you've all made me feel like paparazzi is going to jump out of my closet taking pictures for the newsstand with the front page article titles- "LIGHT-CHAN UPDATES IN LESS THAN A WEEK!" I decided to update really really early for you all. I'm so sorry about not updating a lot, but I have a lot of stuff going on and my main focus is my stories I write for my friends. (Believe me, I HAVE to type more to those, one of my friends actually went like psycho on me when I told her I had no idea what to type next for a story. She started shouting out all these little dreams she had that she wanted to come true in my stories. That's mainly how I get my inspiration for those. Hey! There's an idea! How about all of you tell me what you would like to see (in a review, I'll forget to save the e-mail), so if I ever loose inspiration I can look at your reviews and get more up)

I'm just kidding you all, I didn't get any e-mails… but I would feel like a famous author if I did! I CAN DREAM TOO!

I'll try to be a fateful author and update more often. ENOUGH OF MY BLABBERING! LET'S GET ON WITH THE STORY!

Oh, and for the person who asked, I like Tim Hortons. Only because I've never gotten anything at Starbucks before. Everybody tell me what coffee shop you like so I can put the winner on the news!

I then went to plan B; the guys had pretended they weren't home before. "EARTHQUAKE!" I yelled and slammed against the floor.

But I didn't hear the guys scream and drop to the floor like normal. I heard a girl giggle at my computer chair. I looked over and Melody spun around in my chair to face me, dangling my keys. "Earthquake?" she asked. "The Starbucks story is more believable than that."

At first I thought I would suddenly jerk up, like all of this was a dream and Miroku needed to wake me up so I could tell him where I hid his magazines. Then I thought, if it was a dream, Melody would suddenly turn into my mom and start screaming at me for blowing up a Starbucks. I rubbed my eyes and blinked, but she was still there no angry mothers or anything, just her. Suddenly all these questions came to me; what's your name? Why are you making me look for you? What's with the cherries? Why did you mail me my jacket? Who was Nobunaga? Why where you fighting with him in the store? What where you talking about? Why where you crying at the party? Why are you at this school? How did you transfer here? How did you get past the guards at the entrance to my dorm? How did you get to my dorm? Why are you here? How did you get into my room?

I opened my mouth to speak but instead of a question, this came out, "All of the stuff on that computer is Miroku's. I sware I'm not into that." it just tumbled out. I wasn't even thinking that!

Her mouth opened and she gave me a strange look like I suddenly dropped my pants and started screaming for world peace. Obviously, she hadn't expected me to say that. "Well I didn't look on your computer, but okay. Nice to know that." she said.

"Good." I said.
"Great." she said.
"Wonderful." I said.
"Okay." she said.
"Alright." I said.
"Okay stop." she told me.
"Okay." I said.

She kicked me.

"Ow! What'd I do?" I asked, slowly getting up off the floor. I was still lying down from the Earthquake when she turned around in my chair.

She rolled her eyes and fingered a picture of a stick person I had taped to my wall. I called it Picasso, Picasso the stick man was eating spaghetti.

"So, why are you in my dorm? Not that I don't like that you've come to me for once." I said.

She stared at the picture for a moment before turning to me. "I need a place to crash." she said finally.

"What? You can't stay here! The guys would flip! Where would you sleep? Why do you need to crash here anyways?" It all tumbled out of my mouth.

She shrugged and spun in my chair. "We can work something out." she said.

"Okay, so that's one answer to my questions. Here's another question; why do you need to crash here." I asked.

"I pissed someone off, and they know where my dorm is." she shrugged again and reached for a box of bazooka gum I had next to my computer. She reached in and grabbed two pieces out.

"You just know how to make a memorable appearance, don't you?" I asked sighing.

She furrowed her eyebrows as she read the small comic strip wrapped around the gum. "I don't get this comic…" She said slowly then looked at the bottom of the wrapper. "Now, the fortune I get. Back when I was like, in elementary I would eat one Bazooka gum every morning and I would relay on my fortune at the bottom to predict what would happen. Listen to this; what you think can't happen can. That makes sense." She said, ignoring my comment.

I sighed and walked over to my bed to sit on it. "So, who'd you piss off this time?" I asked.

She ignored me again, still staring at the comic. "OH! I get it now! She thought the caterpillar was a worm with a sweater on! Ha ha!" she laughed and hit her forehead.

"You wanna stop ignoring my questions?" I asked.

"No, its fun." she smiled at me.

"See, this is why you're in a guys dorm for hiding." I said. "You just like to piss people off."

"You should try it sometime. Actually, I think you did try it. That Starbucks story sounds interesting. You blew the coffee shop up, how?" she asked.

I grinned and fell on the floor then opened a cabinet, looking through it. When I found the DVD I was looking for I walked over to the computer and put it in. "Watch." I told her. "We got it on tape."


After the movie was over, an hour later she was laughing so hard, tears where rolling down her eyes. "I c-can't believe you b-blew up a coffee s-shop in an r-romance movie!" she cried between laughs, with a pained expression on her face as she clutched her stomach like a life support.

I pulled out the DVD and put it back then turned to her once she had calmed down. "So? You wanna tell me who you pissed off?" I asked.

She looked to the side and bit her lip. "Okay, fine." She said finally. "I'll just have to make sure I don't say my name." she sighed heavily and sat down on my bed, scooting back to the wall. "… There's this guy…" That never sounds well when someone starts off a sentence with that. "I've known him since I was in fifth grade practically. We've never gotten along but we always actuated like best friends when ever our parents where around so they wouldn't find out we didn't like each other. Well I ran into him earlier today and we got into a fight and…" she pulled up her shirt a bit to show her stomach. I gasped reached out a shaky hand to a bandage on her stomach. She winced as I gently touched the wrapped up wound.

"Oh my God…" I said slowly. "Did he do this you?" She nodded slowly and suddenly I felt my blood boiling. I brought my hand to my side and clenched my fists tightly then looked back at her.

"I already went to the hospital. I didn't think it would be safe to stay at my dorm anymore. My roommate is going to be with her family for Thanksgiving so she's safe. I just need to crash here until the police catch him." she shrugged again.

"…How can you be so calm?" I asked after a pause. "Has this happened to you before?"

She sighed and scooted foreword towards me. "Look, my luck sucks. I'm really fragile so I'm always getting hurt, tripping down stairs, pissing people off, loosing my keys to my dorm, everything." she looked me in the eye. "I'm used to this type of stuff happening to me. I've had bad luck my whole life, so it's kind of hard to not get used to it."

"Don't you ever feel scared?" I asked her.

"Everyday." she sighed and scooted back. "I'm also scared that my fiancé will find me before my attacker will." she said casually.

"F-Fiancé?" I asked, my eyes widening more. "You're going to be married?"