By aZn dReAmEr xD
CHAPTER 12:
Author's Note: AHHH, I'm getting so much inspiration. Too many ideas. But I can definitely fit them all, haha. Won't keep you here for long, there's a pretty long author's note down there, read it!
RECAP (lol yeah, I
decided to do this because I thought it would be more handy to
everyone, considering how seldom I update nowadays):
Yumi has
been reunited with her long lost friends. She invited them onstage
for a concert, and went back to talk to them and catch up on things.
Basically it…
NEXT DAY…
"Hmm..." Sissy flipped through the magazine.
"I'm so going," she announced to herself, smiling broadly, in the nauseatingly sweet way. She rolled herself off the bed, and confidently threw out various outfits out of her huge closet, trying to find the perfect one.
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Yumi stretched, yawning. She was lying next to something very soft, and she didn't want to move. She lay her head next to the soft object next to her, and closed her eyes yet again.
Suddenly, realization zapped through her, as she opened her eyes widely. She was about to scream, but she realized her surroundings. Ashley was snuggled closely with Odd on a bed, Aelita with Jeremie on the other bed, and Deana and Kristen lying on the floor next to each other, smiles of contentment on their faces. You could tell they had been up all night gossiping. And of course, Yumi and Ulrich were sleeping next to each other.
Yumi ever so slowly turned her head to see a brunette boy sitting next to her. She inhaled, savoring the smell of the boy next to her. He was clad in his clothes that he wore yesterday, his chocolate-colored hair ruffled childishly.
'He's! So! HOT!' Yumi inwardly screamed as she stared longingly at Ulrich's lips, 'I shouldn't wake him up… I just can't believe I'm next to him again…'
She sighed, but her eyes never left his lips.
'His lips… they… look so soft…' Yumi turned away suddenly, trying to avoid the temptation. She stood up, trying not to make any sound to wake up the slumbering boy.
She glanced at the clock and she sighed. Good thing she had told Christine she might not be home that night… It was already 11 AM. If she didn't hurry, she would be late for the photo shoot and the recording for her new single.
Yumi retrieved her bag on the floor, rushed to the bathroom, and locked the door. She had no clothes to change into, so she was basically stuck in the clothes she wore the day before. They weren't THAT wrinkly, and besides, she'd be changing anyway for the shoot. Yumi adjusted her black leather coat, tidied her hair, which was in utter disarray, rearranged her jewelry and took a deep breath.
Reaching deep inside her purse, and found a pair of fake glasses and a cap. No one would recognize her in that.
'I knew putting disguises into the bag was useful,' Yumi grinned slightly, as she threw the cap on and arranged the glasses so they looked geeky.
"Finally, I'm ready," Yumi unlocked the door and found herself staring at Ulrich.
"You wear glasses?" was the first thing he blurted out.
"Disguise," she explained.
"Ohh… Already up and leaving?" a tint of disappointment was located in his voice.
"I have to go to a recording and a photo shoot," she told him, examining his features like last night. Dang, he was fine. He had matured so much during those three years, it was unbelievable.
"Will I ever see you again?" his voice was nonchalant, but you could tell that he was worried. Of course, Yumi was oblivious to this.
"Sure," Yumi smiled up at him, "In fact, you can even come with me. They won't mind,"
She dropped into his arms, and held onto his muscular, fit body. She could feel the muscles through his shirt.
"Seriously?"
'Just like the Ulrich I used to know…'
"Yeah. If you're going, you should get ready now or we'll be late," Yumi informed him as she let go of her friend and walked out of the bathroom.
"Aiight," Ulrich nodded as he closed the door and locked it.
Ulrich grinned broadly and pumped his fist into the air with a low, "YES!"
Not only had he gotten "sort of a date" with the biggest celebrity in the nation, he was united with the biggest celebrity in the nation, also known as Yumi, his long lost best friend.
Mixed emotions bubbled inside of him as he hummed quietly, tidied his hair, and fixed his clothes (They weren't THAT wrinkly, anyway. Besides, Yumi was in a rush).
He busted out of the bathroom with renewed energy, as Yumi placed a neatly written note on the counter. She took his hand and they rushed out quickly, a tint of red on both of their faces.
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Deana's House:
"Deana! DEANA!" the voice clearly recognized by Deana cried out, "Josh! COME OUT HERE NOW! I'VE GOT NEWS FOR THE TWO OF YOU!"
"Coming!" Deana called back, as she turned off the Plasma TV and jogged downstairs. Her brother, Josh, was already there.
"What's up, Mom?" she asked, clearly annoyed with having to turn off the TV.
"Do you remember your cousin, Skye? And Krista and Micaela?" her Mom questioned excitedly, "And your aunt Marissa?"
"No," Deana replied automatically as Josh replied, "Yes,"
"Well, you saw them only two years ago, remember? The family vacation to Texas to visit your Uncle Max?"
The siblings shrugged.
"Well, they're coming here to visit!" Deana's mom squealed, "They'll be here in less than an hour! It was a surprise visit, but they called an hour early to make sure it was all right first, and I, of course, said yes,"
Deana shrugged again, "All right Mom. That's cool. How old is Skye again?"
"Sixteen and a half, I think. She recently obtained her driver's license," she replied, still overjoyed with the thought of seeing her sister.
"Want me to tell Maria to start cleaning up?" Deana asked, referring to the housekeeper.
"Please do," her mother replied, shooing her children away so she could do some tidy upping herself.
In an hour
Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Da-Daa-D-
"MOMMM!" wailed Deana, "I HATE THE HOLIDAY DOORBELL. I KEEP TELLING YOU TO TAKE IT OFF,"
"Your mother likes it," sighed Laurence, her father, who was reading the newspaper, "We'll have to keep it. You know how your mother is,"
"JOSH! DEANA! LAURENCE! SOMEONE, GET IT!" screamed Adrienne, Deana's mom.
"It's okay, Dad, I'll get it," Deana grumbled, as her father refused to budge from his seat.
She unlocked the four locks on her door, and opened the large white door with a flourish.
"Hi Aunt Marissa!" Deana cried, hugging a brunette woman tightly. Memories of her dear aunt Marissa suddenly flooded back.
A family of five was at her porch. Three blonde girls, one blonde man, and one brunette woman.
"Hello Deana," her aunt replied back, hugging her niece wholeheartedly.
"Come in," Deana gestured them into the house.
"Oh man, you got a biig house," a blonde girl with hot pink and black streaks, around the age of sixteen and seventeen exclaimed. Deana assumed it was Skye.
"Yeah, I bought it with my money, since my parents were too lazy to get any," Deana laughed.
"I wish we lived in a mansion like this," a younger blonde girl, who Deana assumed was Krista, who was around the age of fourteen, said wistfully.
Krista was holding young Micaela, who was nine.
Her wishes were interrupted when Deana's mom barged in, "MARISSA!" she screamed, throwing her arms around Marissa in a hug.
"Adrienne, nice house you've got!" Marissa laughed, looking around in awe.
"Well," Adrienne chuckled, "Deana made all the money. Helps having a supermodel in the house,"
"Come on, you must be starving, all that time on the road," Laurence had gotten up from his chair to greet the newcomers, "Let's go, follow me to the kitchen,"
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NEXT DAY
"Deana, Skye," Adrienne took charge, "You two are going to be home alone, okay? Marissa, Krista, Micaela and I will be out shopping, while your dads are looking at some stores. Call me if you need anything, be safe!"
The brunette rolled her eyes, and replied, "Yes Mom…"
Adrienne snatched her Coach bag from the counter and waved to the girls as they pranced off.
"Well-" Deana started to try to make conversation, "Um…"
Just then, her cell rang.
"Hold on," she told her cousin, then put the phone to her ear, "Hey, Dee here,"
She waited for a while, then answered, "Well, sure, but my cousin's with me… Yeah, Mom's too paranoid… mm hmm… tell Christine that it's only my cousin, she isn't like, a robber …All right, tell Christine that Dee said thanks… mm hmm, we'll be there," Deana flipped her mobile closed.
She turned to her blonde cousin and told her, "Is it okay if we went to my friend's house? I'm part of her band, and we're going to rehearse,"
"Sure," Skye replied cheerfully, "Can I bring my guitar?"
"Why not?" Deana approved, "Come on, grab it and we're gonna go,"
Skye nodded as she located her fake fur jacket on the couch, and quickly put it on, zipping up. Deana did the same. Turns out, they had identical jackets; just different colors. Deana had pink, whilst Skye had blue.
"Come on," Deana urged, as Skye carefully put her black guitar with ivory edges into her case, zipped it, and heaved It on her shoulder, saying, "Ready,"
"All right," Deana rushed out of her house and into the garage, going into a sleek black Accord, but not before locking the door.
"Place your guitar somewhere," Deana waved her hand around aimlessly, as Skye placed it in between her legs, "I'll just set it here. I don't want my baby to get hurt," she hugged her guitar case.
Deana stared at her cousin with one eyebrow raised. Weird… Even Kristen isn't that possessive.
"Okay then…" Deana muttered, backing out into her driveway, and closing the rather large garage door with a press of a button on the little contraption that automatically closes and locks garage doors.
"Her house isn't that far away. We'll be there in 5 minutes," Deana stated.
"Great! Are you guys planning on being famous?" Skye questioned.
"Ah, well…" Deana grinned mischievously, "We already are,"
"Huh?"
Just when Deana was going to explain, they had reached their destination.
"Come on, I'll introduce you to my friends," Deana grabbed her cousin's hand, the one not occupied with carrying her guitar, and raced towards the door, "We're performing in a few days. We have to perfect our song," she explained her enthusiasm.
The security camera on top beeped, making Skye jump as Deana ringed Yumi's doorbell. It was one of those supermarket ones, the semi-circle ones on the ceiling, usually black.
"And this is?" a sweet voice asked.
"Hey Christine! It's Deana,"
"All right," the camera seemed to observe them once more, before a black-haired girl bounded down the stairs, her shiny black hair pulled up carelessly to a messy bun, strands of hair dangling.
She unlocked the ten locks on the door, and opened it, inviting Deana and Skye in.
"Hello Deana," she greeted, "And who might this be?"
"This is my cousin, Skye," the brunette introduced, "Don't worry, she's not bad or anything. Yumi wouldn't mind,"
"All right," Christine looked a bit skeptical, and pointed upstairs, "Kristen's in the Band Room,"
The brunette nodded, "Cool. Come on, Skye,"
"Yumi?" Skye turned her head to look at Deana questioningly, "Yumi ISHIYAMA?"
"The one and only," Deana replied as if it were no big deal.
"Where's Yumi then?"
"Somewhere,"
They both bounded upstairs as Christine returned to the kitchen, fixing up dinner in advance.
"GUYS… open the door!" Deana screeched, banging on the door as they reached the third floor.
"Coming, coming!" an exasperated voice answered, as someone opened the door.
Kristen was at the doorway, with a small kitten enthusiastically jumping up for the ball of yarn that she was holding up.
"Hey Dee," Kristen greeted, as she held the door open for them as they walked in.
"You must be Skye, am I right?" she questioned.
Skye smiled at Kristen and nodded, "Yep,"
"Yumi's still at the photo shoot and recording with her BOYFRIEND, right?" Deana smirked.
"Mm hmm." Kristen nodded.
"Yumi has a boyfriend? My friend, Heather, is Yumi obsessed. She said Yumi was single," Skye reported, puzzled.
"Oh, you'll know about it soon. He's not a celebrity though," Deana's eyes sparkled, "You'll see,"
The stars in her eyes disappeared as she looked around the vast, empty room, "Hey, where's Ash?"
"Ash is out grocery shopping with her mom, I think. Whatever, she couldn't make it," Kristen waved her hand dismissively, "Besides, I figured we could just practice by ourselves,"
"Who's the kitten?" Skye questioned, as the kitten purred whilst Skye stroked her fur.
"Her name's Lyoko," her cousin answered, rolling her eyes in a "Whatever" fashion, "Isn't that the most lamest name? Seriously, why'd she name her cat LYOKO?"
"Maybe its initials? Or it reminds her or something?" Skye suggested.
"Definitely not initials," Kristen giggled, "If it was, then the letter, "U" would definitely be in it!"
Deana chuckled at the inside joke, with her cousin staring at them in confusion.
"Huh?"
"It's nothing,"
"You guys are hiding something about Yumi's "boyfriend". Spill," Skye demanded.
"No, really, it's nothing!" Deana sighed at her cousin's stubbornness.
"Yeah, Yumi'll get mad if we tell," Kristen looked sideways at Deana. As much as she wanted to spill everything to Skye, she kept her mouth shut, being the loyal friend she was.
Changing the subject, the Chinese girl grabbed her hand and asked her, "Come on, we'll give you the grand tour of Yumi's house,"
"If you can call it a house," Skye added.
"Fine, mansion, whatever," Kristen rolled her eyes, tugged the blonde's arm and they were off on the two-hour long tour of the gigantic, practically "White House" mansion.
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"The view… it's so amazing," the brunette was dazed by this outstanding scenery. Of course, France had extraordinary scenery as well, but nothing was extraordinary at a school… especially one as boring and dull as Kadic, "Don't you think so?"
Yumi? Seen it, done it. Her amazing scenery was definitely the brunette walking alongside her. He was as handsome as ever- these were one of those times where you internally ramble on and on about how hot a guy is.
"Yumi?" Ulrich wasn't very accustomed to his found celebrity friend. It felt so awkward and different now… she was a celebrity. Celebrities don't go out with "normal people". Or really talk to "normal people" either… It was just… weird now. If she WASN'T a celebrity, then Ulrich would wave his hand in front of her face insanely. But it was different. He couldn't do it to someone like her.
"Huh? Yeah?" Yumi snapped out of her daze, her sparkling dark brown eyes gazed at him questioningly.
"Don't you think this scenery is amazing? I mean, uh, well, you've been here before, but it still is amazing right? Or no? Do you think it's boring? I mean, if you think it's boring and dull, then I think its boring and dull- I mean, uh, NO! I think- I- I'm sorry, it's just-"
He was stopped from his rambling by a finger pressed to his soft lips. His eyes rested on the disguised celebrity's face that still glowed prettily beneath her hat and glasses.
The temptation began to rise yet again in Yumi's heart. She silently took her finger off of Ulrich's lips, and questioned him, "It's just what? You've developed a habit of rambling to girls since I left?"
'He's been flirting… what if he has a girlfriend back in France? Emily? Sissy?' Yumi shuddered at the thought and mentally screamed at herself, 'NO! Ulrich would NEVER date Sissy. Maybe Emily… but never Sissy…'
"No, no… it's just that you're a celebrity… and, well, I've never known a celebrity before," Ulrich confided. He didn't feel that awkward confiding in a celebrity now. Well, it did make a difference that it was YUMI he was talking to. She couldn't have changed that much in three years, right?
"Well now you do, yah?" Yumi smiled slightly at him, her trademark smile. It was the smile that had gotten her so famous- so mischievous and sly. It made everyone feel happier when they saw this friendly, yet somewhat hidden smile.
"Right," Ulrich smiled back at her.
"Hey, you're dating someone back in France, right?" Yumi questioned him. Panic rose unnoticeably in her voice, "Who is it? Emily? Milly? SISSY?"
Ulrich looked down at the ground and replied, "I'm uh, not dating anyone,"
A look of shock passed over the Japanese girl's face. "No one?" she repeated, "NO ONE?"
"Yeah… I guess I'm not one of those guys who just roams around," Ulrich looked back at her, his amber eyes showing worry. And obviously, Yumi was oblivious to this, "I bet YOU'RE not single right? You're probably going out with a Brad Pitt duplicate, being the person you are,"
Yumi laughed hysterically at this. After a few moments of laughing, she wiped away the tears and replied, her voice full of laughter, "No one Ulrich. Absolutely no one,"
"Wait, WHAT?" Ulrich was filled with doubt. She was probably just saying that not to hurt his feelings, "No. Way. Someone like you… yeah right,"
"No, I'm serious," Yumi smiled at him, "I've been on a few dates I guess, but none of them were serious, and commited,"
"I've been on a few blind dates… Odd has been forcing me to hook up with someone,"
"Odd's still the same, isn't he?" Yumi said, thinking back to the past.
"As always,"
"And Sissy?"
"She's been hooked onto Theo for a while, then they split up. Apparently, Theo had gotten bored of her and cheated, trying not to hurt her feelings. It only went on for awhile…"
"Who was the person he was cheating with?"
"A person from another school, but he and Emily are going steady now," Ulrich answered.
"Oh, that's great! …Right?" Yumi glanced at the brunette as his face drooped, "You like Emily, don't you,"
"No!" Ulrich faced her defensively, "Never,"
She hadn't known that his face was drooped because he was envious of their relationship. And now she probably never would.
"Yeah right, I know you like SOMEONE," Yumi rolled her eyes.
"Yeah, I do,"
"Who?"
"I'll never tell!" he responded jokingly.
She looked at him teasingly, "Then I'll never tell you who I like,"
"It'll be all over the tabloids in two days,"
"Psh… Oh here it is! It's the studios! Come on!" Yumi dragged her best friend along.
They entered the grand building as Yumi began to search for her manager, Tara Yokimashi.
"I know she's here somewhere," the black-haired girl muttered.
"A-HA!" she cried, and pointed out a black-haired female with her back turned. She wore a purple T-Shirt and jeans. Her black-hair was in a high ponytail.
"She's doesn't look like Tara today though," Yumi said worriedly, but approached her anyway, with Ulrich in tow.
"Just ask, it doesn't hurt," Ulrich suggested.
Yumi nodded to him.
"Hey, um are you-" Yumi tapped the girl's shoulder. The girl whirled around, her black hair swishing.
Yumi's jaw fell.
"WHAT THE HELL."
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A/N: AH yes, I tried to make a cliffie. Didn't really work out. Its like, half a cliffie.
OH AND ALSO! ATTENTIONNNN. IF you want to be part of the story, please review or contact me. It'll be a VERY minor part though, like someone by the cashier or something like that, I don't know. But you won't be a main character, that's all I can tell you, it's all been filled by friends. So, if you want a minor character just tell me the name, ethnicity, hair color, and any additional information. Thank youu!
I was in a fight with Ashley Ash is based on my friend so I didn't add her in this chapter. We're cool now, but I'm too lazy to change it. So next chapter, expect Ashley x Odd! Also, in future chapters, expect a MAJORRR turn, as well as the return of CHEESE-AND-CRACKERS-MON AND CHICKEN NUGGETS! And yeah, the person who screamed Cheese and Crackers is called Cheese-And-Crackers-Mon. Or just cheeseandcrackersmon. Ah yes, revenge is so freaking sweet.
Muahuahua. Please review! Please and thank you!
And again, please do not rush me with the next chapter. Yeah I know, I complain about hw too much and stuff, but forgive me, I really DO have a life, and no, I can't get the chapters any faster than I do now. Psh, I'm not a cyborg.
REVIEW PLEASE!
--jENN