Perhaps you've noticed...I changed Ayame's age to 18. I didn't feel like having little girl crush crap, so i went with 18 years old stuff. Hope you don't mind.

Alright, if you find curse words affensive...your fault, not mine. Either deal with it, or go find another fanfic. And don't mind the song...it just kind of fit my vision of the story...

Enjoy.

Hangin' round

downtown by myself

And I had so much time

To sit and think about myself

And then there she was

Like double cherry pie

Yeah there she was

Like disco superfly….

I smell sex and candy here

Who's that lounging in my chair….?

Who's that casting devious stares…?

In my direction…?

Mama this surely is a dream….yeah….

"GOOOOOOD MORNING FOLKS! It is now 7:30 AM.! If you would still like to purchase those concert tickets, please call in now!" the radio goes off saying. Ayame moans into her pillow, and looks up will drowsy eyes. Shifting her body up a little more, she checks the time on her alarm. When she read the time, her eyes widen.

"FUCK! I'M GONNA BE LATE!" She practically screams. She hoped out of bed, and raced the bathroom. Although, she ran so quickly, she forgot she put over night floor cleaner on her floor the night before; resulting in her spilling on it, and landing on her back in the bath tub. Her legs frail in the air as she struggled to get up.

"Damnit!" she cursed loudly. She finally managed to get out of her bathroom, but slipping everywhere in the process though. She jumped onto her carpet, and ran to her closet. She through open the doors, and tossed the clothes she didn't want onto the floor.

After a moment, she finally decided on some jeans (they looked a lot like 80's jeans; the ones that are only a tiny bit below your bellybutton) and a longer orange to cover the jeans. She through on some thongs, and ran out the door. A moment later, she ran back up and locked the door, and ran back down once more.

"Oh man, I'm sooo going to be late!" she said as she was getting into her car. She put her keys into the ignition. The engine stuttered; it wasn't starting. Ayame felt a twitch in her right eye. She tried once more, and only the same thing happened. She sighed dramatically and jumped out of her car.

"Well, I guess I could try running there…" she said to herself. Going down a few streets already, Ayame was making her way to her new job. As she was crossing another street, she noticed the traffic jam at a near by school.

"Man, am I glad I don't go to school anymore! I'd be stuck in there for hours!" she said to herself jokingly. She decided to take a shortcut, and cut into a non-main street.

As ten minutes passed…she was already misplaced. She was slightly cursing herself; she couldn't believe she got lost already! As she was ranting to herself, she started to cross another street. So deep in conversation with herself, she failed to see the car coming her way. She did notice a "faint" beeping sound, but she didn't look into it. But as the beeping got louder, she stopped and looked. A car was heading right for her. It was only five feet away. She stiffened a like deer in headlights.

The car pushed her a little, but not enough to actually hurt her. She fell to the ground. She heard the car turn off and the down open slowly, and someone step out.

"Aw, fuck. I hope she's not hurt…" the person says to themselves. She looked up to see a man looking down at her.

"Hey, you okay?" he says. She shrugs her shoulders.

"Well, I could be worse; my lower half could be all the way over there where that stop sign it." She said pointing across the street. The man smiles. Reluctantly, he holds out his hand for her.

"You're not going to sue me, right? I don't really have much money, so it's not like you'll get much if you do…" he said to her. She stared at him for a moment. Looking at his truck, then back at him…

Yeah, he was telling the truth. It didn't look like he had much on him. She gave a sly smile.

"…Well…if you give me a ride to my work…perhaps we can pretend this never happened." She said. He looked at her for a moment, and nodded slowly.

"Uhh, okay, I can do that. Hop in." he says as he turned his back to her. She jogs a little to the door, opens it, and jumps on the seat. He turned the car back on, and he looked at her for a moment.

"Alright…where do you work?" he asked quietly.

"Uhh...I think it's called, 'The National Art Gallery'. I'm new here, and I got pretty lost." She said with much embarrassment. He smiled.

"Wow…you really were lost. It's about a mile from here…" he told her straightforwardly. The man felt the awkward feeling in the air at his last comment.

"Uhh…sorry. I can't really say I'm a 'social butterfly', so I tend to say stupid things because I don't know any better." He said shyly. He cursed again. She smiled and giggled a little at him.

"It's okay. Well…maybe we should introduction ourselves, so it won't be as strange. I'm Ayame." She told him kindly.

"I'm Koga." He told her back. He didn't look at her, which was smart because he kept his eyes on the road. But Ayame looked at him for a moment; studying how he glazed at the road; almost with a dreamy stares. He smiled a little.

"Like my face?" he said. She looked to window, blushing a little. He chuckled.

"Well, I can't blame you, I do have a nice face." He said arrogantly. She looked back at him and rolled her eyes.

"Its not THAT nice." She said teasingly. She slumped and grumbled in his seat for a while. She laughed.

After a ten minute conversation, they finally made it to gallery. Koga stopped the car, and unlocked it. She looked back at him and smiled.

"Thank you Koga. It was very nice of you to drive me here. Thank you." She said while opening the door. He smiled back and watched her go into the gallery. He just sat there for a moment, and stared at her.

'This Ayame woman is an interesting girl… she was scared of me, and she didn't feel threatened by me at all. This is knew.' He thought to herself. He started his car, and continued to thing about this new girl in his life.