6. Cloud Nine
Alicia Blade
216 words
He was cloud nine walking into the arcade, with a grin that spread from ear to ear and a little bounce in his step. Watching him, Motoki felt a deep frown coming over his own features, but waited patiently for Mamoru to practically skip up to the counter, completely ignorant of his best friend's countenance.
"You ran into her again, didn't you?" Motoki deadpanned once Mamoru had situated himself happily onto a stool.
The dark-haired man nodded ecstatically, his grin becoming impossibly wider.
"And you probably teased her, didn't you?"
Like an ecstatic bobble-head doll, the man just kept nodding.
"And did you make her cry?"
"Yeah," the man said dreamily.
"And did she say she hated you?"
"Yep."
"And did she storm away vowing to never speak to you again?"
"Sure did."
Motoki sighed and shook his head. "Then why are you so happy?"
"Because she slapped me," Mamoru said, practically glowing as he reached a hand up to cradle a slightly reddened cheek.
Quirking an eyebrow, Motoki prompted, "And that's good, because…?"
Mamoru laughed at Motoki's utter ignorance. "It was like being touched by an angel."
With a groan, Motoki rolled his eyes. "Dude, you're hopeless."
The smile stretching over Mamoru's lips led Motoki to believe he wasn't saying anything Mamoru didn't already know.