well heres another ...part, and this was a one-shot...but i couldnt write it all in 1 shot.
"Well…have you heard the great news!?" he asked.
Yzak opened his mouth to answer, but was immediately stopped by hands waving in his face. Grunting, he slapped them, and planned to bite if they didn't stop, thankfully they did.
Yzak knew his friend couldn't resist the temptation to spill the news, even if he had known what on earth it was. Understanding this, Yzak leaned back in his chair re-crossing his arms.
Grinning like an idiot, the blond couldn't hold the "great news" and spilled.
"Don't tell me, I'll tell you!" he burst. "Isn't it fantastic! Miriallia's family moved to that new apartment past my house. She'll finally get a chance to know me!" he said, jumping off his seat.
Frowning, he raised an eyebrow at the unsurprising excited blond.
Miriallia, Miriallia Haww, was the short mahogany-haired girl who his best friend fantasized for a long time over, inconceivably too long.
First his best friend had been going up to her, and telling her lame jokes. Nowadays he still did, but she'd be yelling at him to get the hell out of her face even before they were within speaking range.
Watching his best friend boast everyday about this girl, who'd turn the other way at the sight of him, was greatly irritating, and highly annoying. How Dearka had become more and more love-sick and high-strung over her everyday was a mystery to him.
He was truly blinded, blinded in obvious puppy love, and Yzak considered it to be a severe case of excessive obsession, of a horrendous disease he'd never likely catch.
"You bother her everyday, and have been in the same school since grade 6." Yzak frowned, "Can you not hear her screaming at you? She hates you, period."
"Well then it's my chance to change her impression of me!" Dearka answered happily, patting him self on the back.
"To make things better you can now stalk her 24-7."
The blonde's eye's widened and shook his head frantically, "I'm not− not a stalker!"
"Maybe she'll catch you on film, peeking through her windows, or behind a bush." Yzak smirked, "Perverted Stalker Staked on Film", she'll adore you even more for giving her a top story for the school's paper."
"NO!" Dearka's exclaimed, as a noticeable tinge of pink spread on the cheeks of his tanned coloured skin.
The blond cleared his throat, "So why were you explosive a few minutes ago?"
Yzak narrowed his eyes, and began to frown again.
To be reminded of that previous argument with her was not a good way to start conversation, because not only did she cause him to release his temper, she'd also left before he had a chance to stand up for himself. How unspeakably unbelievable had she been saying all that about him, and then left like nothing had happened.
She'd gone and ignored him before he opened his mouth to retort.
"You argued with her today? Today?" he asked, shaking his head. "So you forgot?"
Yzak grunted, "She started it, and I don't forget anything."
"You lost the battle," Dearka answered, "and you forgot."
"Shut up."
With a sharp mind such as his, there wasn't anything he'd forget. His nearly photographic memory wouldn't ever fail him even if he'd given it the chance to. What Dearka said he'd forgotten must have been temporarily misplaced in his mind, not forgot. It'd most likely come back to him within the hour, no dilemma.
"Okay, fine." Dearka said, placing his palms together as if some spiritual leader, and then bowed, "There is no need for childish hissy fits young grasshopper."
"I'm not having a fit you praying mantis!"
The blonde shook his head in disbelief. "If I didn't know you any better I'd have thought you were trying to get her attention or something." Dearka piped up. He coughed, "Flirting Jule, flirting."
"DEARKA" he barked.
Yzak flung his fist, and knew that if that best friend had left a millisecond too late, that grinning face would have an additional black eye on it, and Haww would personally thank him for the quiet two weeks.
ccsketch: the character's are quite out of character aren't they...
