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Party From Hell
By: Nanaki BH
"No! You can't make me go!"
Yuki had come home over an hour again. Like always, he ignored me on his way in and went straight to the bedroom to change, then to the bathroom to brush his teeth and do what ever else it is that he does there. I always wonder what he does... I can spend hours in the bathroom just fixing my hair, but Yuki's hair looks good from the moment he wakes up. When he came out he immediately went for the pile of mail I had previously sifted through. "Another party invitation," he said with a smug smile on. "We're going."
...this brings us back to where I was. "Nooo!!!" I cried. "Those are so boring! You can't possibly make me go, Yuki!" I was practically at his feet tugging on his pants for mercy. I looked like a man who was about to be dragged off to jail for something he didn't commit.
"You're going, Shuichi," he said simply. He didn't take his eyes off the mail for a second.
"But WHY?" I pleaded.
He groaned and threw the mail back down on the table. "Damn cell phone bill. I swear they get higher every month even if I talk less." He flopped down on the couch and picked up the remote.
"Yuki..." I wailed. "You didn't answer my question! Take pity on me! You're the one who broke my foot, remember?" I sat down on the couch and snuggled up to him to get on his good side.
"I didn't break your foot, idiot, it's just your toe. You're going to live." ...maybe I was on the wrong side. He lifted the remote to turn on the TV but I batted it out of his hands and planted myself firmly on his lap. I wasn't about to give him any room to move. He was going to give me a good reason to go, dammit! "They have food?" he said experimentally. I glared. "Hot guys?"
"Psh, fat chance." Really, Yuki doesn't have much taste in men. Nor does he have good taste in women for that matter. I've met a few of his previous girlfriends. They were all slut-bags.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. That was different... "What if I made a bet with you?" He leaned in closer to me. His nose was just barely touching mine. "What if I told you I'd take you on a very romantic dinner tomorrow after the party?" When Yuki made a bet, he kept it. If I survived the party tomorrow, just imagine the wonderful fun I could have with Yuki after!
I nodded. "Fine, I'll go."
He put a finger to my lips. "Under one condition."
This sounds bad. "One condition?" I asked around his finger.
"Only if you behave yourself. If you don't behave, then I'm not taking you anywhere." My jaw fell open. Oh, he knew I couldn't do that! No fair!
"...fine. But you're going to lose! I'm going to fit right in at your party!"
Funny thing is; I didn't know how right I was.
Author's Notes: That was SO short. Don't bug me about it. I thought it was a hilarious end though because it's so damn ironic. Tell me what you think!
Party From Hell
By: Nanaki BH
"No! You can't make me go!"
Yuki had come home over an hour again. Like always, he ignored me on his way in and went straight to the bedroom to change, then to the bathroom to brush his teeth and do what ever else it is that he does there. I always wonder what he does... I can spend hours in the bathroom just fixing my hair, but Yuki's hair looks good from the moment he wakes up. When he came out he immediately went for the pile of mail I had previously sifted through. "Another party invitation," he said with a smug smile on. "We're going."
...this brings us back to where I was. "Nooo!!!" I cried. "Those are so boring! You can't possibly make me go, Yuki!" I was practically at his feet tugging on his pants for mercy. I looked like a man who was about to be dragged off to jail for something he didn't commit.
"You're going, Shuichi," he said simply. He didn't take his eyes off the mail for a second.
"But WHY?" I pleaded.
He groaned and threw the mail back down on the table. "Damn cell phone bill. I swear they get higher every month even if I talk less." He flopped down on the couch and picked up the remote.
"Yuki..." I wailed. "You didn't answer my question! Take pity on me! You're the one who broke my foot, remember?" I sat down on the couch and snuggled up to him to get on his good side.
"I didn't break your foot, idiot, it's just your toe. You're going to live." ...maybe I was on the wrong side. He lifted the remote to turn on the TV but I batted it out of his hands and planted myself firmly on his lap. I wasn't about to give him any room to move. He was going to give me a good reason to go, dammit! "They have food?" he said experimentally. I glared. "Hot guys?"
"Psh, fat chance." Really, Yuki doesn't have much taste in men. Nor does he have good taste in women for that matter. I've met a few of his previous girlfriends. They were all slut-bags.
He wrapped his arms around my waist. That was different... "What if I made a bet with you?" He leaned in closer to me. His nose was just barely touching mine. "What if I told you I'd take you on a very romantic dinner tomorrow after the party?" When Yuki made a bet, he kept it. If I survived the party tomorrow, just imagine the wonderful fun I could have with Yuki after!
I nodded. "Fine, I'll go."
He put a finger to my lips. "Under one condition."
This sounds bad. "One condition?" I asked around his finger.
"Only if you behave yourself. If you don't behave, then I'm not taking you anywhere." My jaw fell open. Oh, he knew I couldn't do that! No fair!
"...fine. But you're going to lose! I'm going to fit right in at your party!"
Funny thing is; I didn't know how right I was.
Author's Notes: That was SO short. Don't bug me about it. I thought it was a hilarious end though because it's so damn ironic. Tell me what you think!