AN: well, here you go. The next chapter I hope you lik it as much as the previous one. And to answer someone question: "Why Drugs?" This story was inspired by an Avril Lavigne song called "Too Much To Ask" (hence the title of the story) and it's about a guy who leaves her from drugs, pot specificly. But I wanted to do something a little more serious than just pot, which is why I chose Cocaine. So, yeah. That's why drugs

Usagi rushed around the apartment franticlly. She spent the last hour coming in and out of the bathroom and her bedroom, going through her entire closet and dresser.

"Usagi?" Becky said when she came home to a frantic Usagi, "What are you doing?"

"There's nothing. I have nothing to wear," She rushed into the bathroom and started fussing with her hair, "Should I wear my hair up or down?"

Becky furrowed her brow and follwed Usagi into the bathroom, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the arcade." Usagi Relied, still messing with her hair.

"You're worried about what you look like there? Wait, Who are you going with?"

Usagi flet her cheeks get hot, "No one important."

"No on important, eh? Then why are you blushing and panicky about what you should wear? Come on, who are you going with?"

"Just a friend." Usagu relpied, being vague on purpose.

"I'll find out. You know I will. Let's see you going out to the arcade. But you're worried about what you look like. So it's obviously a guy. Hmmmm. Is it Andrew?"

Usagi made a face and shook her head, "I'm not telling you who it is."

"Let's see," Beckycontinued, tapping her chin with a finger, "Who were you talking to and getting along with well last?" Becky's eyes widened and she gasped, "It's not Damon is it?"

Usagi blushed and looked down.

Becky laughed, "it is too! Haha. So you have a date with Damon."

"It's not a date. We're just hanging out. And he knows that. I already explained to him AND you, that I'm not ready for another relationship yet. We're just friends."

"So... If you'er just friends and you're just hanging out, then why are you so worried about what you look like?"

Usagi sighed and lowered her hands from her hair, "You're right. I shouldn't be. Who cares." Usagi left the bathroom and headed for her bedroom where she put on a pair of jeans and a simple tee. She then headed back to the bathroom and put her hair up in a simple ponytail. Just then the phone rang, Becky handed it over to Usagi after answering it, "Who is it?" Usagi asked puzzeled.

Becky shrugged, "Dunno. He just asked or you."

Usagi frowned as she took the phone, "Hello?"

"Usako?" A frightenly familliar voice rang through the other end.

"Mamoru?" Usagi's heart stopped. She couldn't breathe, "What do you want?" She said in Japanese, "And how did you get this number?" She was furious.

"I have my sources. So how are you?" Mamoru went on cheerfully.

"I'm fine."

"That's good." There was a long pause and then he added, "I miss you. When are you coming home?"

Usagi couldn't believe what she was hearing, "I'm not. I'm staying here for as long as I like. I'm going to school here, and I've made a new life for myself here. I'm happy here."

"But I miss you. I can't wait to see you again."

"Mamoru! Were you not listening when I broke up with you? It's over! Don't call me anymore. And don't attempt to come to see me either." Usagi slammed the phone down and galered at it intently.

"No matter how hard you stare at it, it's not going to burst into flames." A male voice said behind her.

She turned and saw Damon at the door, "Oh, hi."

They stood and stared at each other for awhile, "So, ah," Damon broke the silence, "Shall we go?"

Usagi shook her head to clear it, "Right. Yes. Let's go." She grabbed her pruse and they headed out the door.

They had been driving for a bit before either of them talked, "Are you alright?" Damon began, "You look kinda flustered. Who was that on the phone?" There was no answer, "It okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't want. But I am here if you ever need to talk," Damon took his eyes off the road for a second and looked at Usagi with sincerity in his eyes, "About anything."

Usagi sighed, "It was my ex."

Damon furrowed his bow in thought, "You seem afraid of him. What happened between you two?"

"I'm not afraid of him. I'm afraid of the feeling I still have for him. The relationship was going nowehere. He decided there were more important things in life than me. So I ended it. I didn't want to be his second priority. Not compared to what he chose as his first anyway. He didn't have time for me anymore."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Damon said as he pulled into a parking space, put the car in park and took the keys from the ignition, "He should have treated you better."

Usagi shrugged, "Maybe."

Damon looked at her intently, "You really have no idea how beautiful and worth while you are, do you?"

Usagi looked up at him, "But I'm not. Not really." She mubbled and looked back down at her lap.

"Yes, yes you are. Listen, I don't know what that other scumbag chose over you, but he was an idiot. If he couldn't see how lucky he was to have you in his life, let alone as his girlfriend, then he didn't deserve you. And you, you deserve much better than that. You deserve someone who will treat you like the precious gem that you are." There was a bit of a pause. Damon shrugged and frowned momentaryily and then said, "Ok, the percious gem part was a little corny, but you know what I mean."

Usagi laughed, and then nodded.

"So," Damon continued, "Let's get this date going."

Usagi looked up, "Who said anything about this beng a date? We're just hanging out." Usagi smiled.

"I never said this was a date." Damon retorted.

"You just did."

"I did?" He said as they both got out of the truck.

Usagi nodded.

"Huh. Imagine that. I don't think I did."

"You did."

Damon shrugged, "I'm sorry. Let the games begin. Is that better?" He asked as the walked into the arcade.

Usagi nodded, "Much."

After hours and hours of playing this game and that and Damon a huge stuffed bunny for Usagi with all his tickets he collected, they headed out for dinner.Damon had to fight to get Usagi to let him pay for the whole evening.

"It was my treat," He said, "And I'm not accepting your money so put it away. Besides, loser pays. And since you kicked my a—" Just then his cell phone rang. He made a face and checked the display, "Just a sec." He lifted the phone to his ear and began speaking German to the person on the other line, "Hallo, Mamma." He began and had a brief two-minute conversation. But, wow, she could sit and listen to that all day. She didn't know why, but the German language fascinated her. She loved the sound of it. Which was odd, because not many people do. She's heard it been describe as such an unpleasant language. But she liked the way it sounded, maybe it was just they way he spoke it. But eventually, the conversation ended, "Ja Mamma. Ich verspreche. Gut. Ich liebe Dich. Tschuess." He hung up and put his cell phone away, "Sorry about that. Just my mom checking up on me. As she always does… four times a day. Sometimes five." He chuckled, "So anyway where were we?"

Usagi smiled, "You were admitting to how badly I kicked your ass."

Damon chuckled, "Yes, well. It's getting late and I should drive you home."

Usagi frowned, "It's only 11."

"I know, but I promised my mom I'd get you home at a decent hour. And that's just what I plan to do." He turned the key, put his pick-up into gear, and headed out of the parking lot. Which moments later, he drove into the parking lot of Usagi's building and put it into park once again.

Usagi turned to Damon, "Well, Tonight's date was really fun. Thank you. I had a good time." Damon grinned from ear to ear, "What? What's that look for?"

Damon laughed, "I thought you said that it wasn't a date?"

Usagi blushed, "Well, I…"

"Well, you?"

"It was…."

"It was?"

"I…"

"You?"

Usagi blushed and giggled, "Shut up. You're not helping." She stuck her tongue out at him.

Damon chuckled, "You're so funny." He smiled at her. Damon sat and smiled at her for a while. Usagi just blushed and stared at her lap. Damon saw this as an opportunity. He lifted her chin slightly and leaned toward her. Usagi realizing what he was doing let out a yelp and did a full body jump as far back as possible. Damon who was still in mid-lean; smiled, chuckled, and said, "Well, I don't think I've ever had that reaction before."

Usagi, who now peeling herself of the inside of the door, blushed, "I'm sorry. I just… I'm not… I'm not past my last relationship yet. And well, I just met you. Though you have proven to me twice that you care and possibly will be a good friend who will be there for me in the future if needed. But….. I'm just not ready to do this yet. It's too soon."

Damon nodded and looked lovingly into her eyes, "I understand."

"I'm sorry if I bruised you're ego, or embarrassed you somehow."

Damon smiled at her, "That's one thing you'll learn about me, I don't get embarrassed. I understand where you're coming from. Don't worry about it."

Usagi nodded and looked back down at her lap. She felt awkward now. Like she should say something else. She was about to, when she realized Damon was moving in again. And this time she didn't try to stop him. Their lips finally touched and it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. His kiss was soft, tender, and caring. It made her head spin and she never wanted it to end. This was ecstasy as intense as she had ever known it to be.