Written by aZn dReAmEr xD
CHAPTER 13
Author's Note: Yeah, everyone thought it was Sissy. Big shock. It's not. I just added the Sissy segment to throw you all off. I'm sorry, I was planning on it to be Sissy, but I decided it to be different at the last moment. Hehe.
Read the author's note at the bottom!
YES! REACHED 400 REVIEWS! AHHH, YOU GUYS FREAKING ROCK
RECAP: Skye comes. Yumi
and Ulrich go on a "friendly outing" (psh…)
----
"WHAT THE HELL!" Yumi screamed. In joy.
"EMILY! Oh my god, is that really you?" she hugged the girl enthusiastically.
"YUMI!" she hugged the girl back, "I can't believe it! You're famous!"
Yumi just smiled and shrugged sheepishly. She pointed out a brunette boy walking towards them. "Is that Theo? I heard from Ulrich you two were together?"
Emily smiled girlishly, and nodded. Her cheeks were tinted pink.
Emily squealed as Theo pulled her body close to him in a "surprise attack".
"Hey baby," he addressed her affectionately, giving her a peck on the lips.
She giggled, and nudged him, nodding her head towards the soon-to-be-couple. "Yo! What's up, man?" Theo did a high-five-ish thing with his roomie. He turned his head towards Yumi and raised an eyebrow. "You're Ulrich's new girlfriend? Odd finally succeeded, yah?"
Yumi rolled her eyes as Emily whispered to him, "It's Yumi…"
"YUMI?" Theo's eyes bugged out, "Oh man, Odd really outdid himself this time!"
"Haha," Ulrich gave a quick glance to Yumi sheepishly, "He sure did,"
"No way, you two are together!" Emily cried, hugging the both of them. "I'm so happy for you!"
"It sounds like we're getting married!" Yumi laughed, as she gently pushed Emily off of her. "Nah, Ulrich was just joking."
How she wished she were lying.
"Aw, that's too bad," Emily sighed. "It's so obvious you two like each other. I mean, SERIOUSLY," she laughed, "EVERYONE knew. It was so freaking obvious. Not only that, but you two are the most CUTEST couple!" she gushed. "Except me and Theo of course."
Yumi definitely became as red as Emily's highlights. Which is, pretty red, as you can imagine. As for Ulrich? He was going to faint and die of humiliation. Oh, how he hated Emily now.
"I'll leave you alone now!" Emily giggled, her eyes twinkling. "I know you have things to do."
Yumi and Ulrich didn't face each other. Their backs turned, their faces bright red, and their mouths feeling like all the moisture was sucked up, it was impossible to strike up conversation. Or even talk.
"ULRICH DEAR!"
"YUMI-SAN!"
Yumi stayed silent, then groaned, "UGHH..."
----
"Freaking grocery shopping," Ashley muttered to herself incoherently.
"What was that, dear?" Ashley's mother asked her sweetly, glancing at her grocery-shopping list.
"Ohh, nothing, Mom!" Ash smiled right back at her with the same sweetness. "I'm going to go look around,"
"All right hon, I'll call you when I'm done," Ash's mom walked off, mumbling which cereal to get: Cocoa Puffs or Frosted Flakes.
"YES!" Ashley grinned- she was free from her mother's grocery-shopping wrath.
She licked her lips, as she thought about the samples that were probably there.
She headed there, her head in the clouds as she thought about food.
----
"Come on, Jer!" Odd sighed, "You don't want to taste those delicious samples?"
"Uh- no," Jeremie replied, sighing. "I just ate lunch- and if I'm not wrong, you have as well,"
"Yeah, but don't you want to go grocery-shopping with Aelita or something!" he nudged him.
"Aelita?" The bespectacled blonde turned to the burgundy-haired girl.
"Sure, I don't mind," Aelita replied, as she lied on the couch in Jer and Odd's room. "There's nothing else to do anyway, right?"
Odd glanced at Jeremie, a hidden triumphant smirk on his face.
Jeremie looked at Aelita, and then Odd. Then he sighed. "All right, I'll go,"
"Aelita does wonders," Odd said as he walked out the door with Aelita and Jeremie in tow.
Jeremie fiercely blushed. Aelita just didn't get it.
When they reached the supermarket, Odd instantly headed to the Sample Area. While running, another certain blonde was also running.
They slammed into each other. They both fell onto the cold floor.
Odd was the first to get up and offer a hand to the fallen girl, who was rubbing her back.
"Watch it!" she snarled furiously, scrambling up. Her long, dirty blonde hair swished like a horse's tail. While getting up, she accidentally knocked into his shoulder. She didn't accept his hand, only pushed it away from her, making Odd move back a few steps.
The friendly, sweet Ashley was replaced with a rather pissed, angry-that-she-was-humiliated-and-fell-on-her-butt kind of way. Can't really blame her.
She looked up, her hazel eyes fiery with rage. Obviously, Ashley didn't like to be pushed down. What she saw made her heart freeze as if it were thrown out into an icy, half-way frozen pond. A handsome young boy with spiky yellow hair with a purple splash in the middle was recovering from the not needed attack by the supermodel. Seriously, he was only trying to help, right? Her mind reeled back to reality and snapped in half for a second. She instantly realized who this attractive boy was.
"Oh, Odd! Hey!" Ashley dusted herself off, and flashed the poor boy a flirty, pearl-white toothy smile.
"Um…" he smiled at her nervously. "Ashley?"
The last time he saw her, she was way more down-to-earth in the hotel room. Wayyy more. Was she drunk?
Ashley nodded, her rosy cheeks becoming redder and redder by the second. "Where are you going?"
"Oh nothing, just doing some grocery shopping. It's uh, REALLY fun," he answered, trying not to sound like a pig in front of her.
Ashley was about to swear in surprise, but caught herself just in time. Not a bit of obsession left. "Um- yeah, that's REAL fun!"
"Where are you going?"
"Sample Area!" Ashley blurted. She mentally kicked herself for sounding like a pig in front of the guy she liked. You could use the term 'love', but it seemed too strong. Really obsessed is more like it. Before her mind could think up something better, Odd had already answered joyously.
Odd's eyes lit up at the thought of free food. "I'm going there too!"
She raised an eyebrow. "Thought you were grocery-shopping?"
"Well, I'm done,"
"Wait, WHAAAT?" Ash asked in disbelief.
"I mean, um, I'm passing through there, and uhhh," Odd's small brain slowly whirred. He smacked his head in an attempt to make it go faster. No luck. Go figure. "Uhhh, I'll be passing through there."
Ashley looked at him, puzzled. Then she just giggled. "I see."
She grabbed his hand. Sparks ran up and down her spine (lol, something different, eh? Sparks… ahhaha.) as well as Odd.
"Come on! I'm starving!" She ran towards the Sample Area, with Odd in tow.
Then they saw little plates lining up on the counter, waiting for people to sample them. The plates were almost empty- except one. It was filled with the food. No one had touched it.
"I wonder why that one is so full," Ashley pondered aloud.
"Who cares?" Odd shrugged. "It's still food, and there's LOTS of it!"
He didn't even take a look at the sign. He took one, popped it into his mouth, and began chewing noisily.
"Mmm, this is pretty good," Odd closed his eyes, and continued to chew.
"ODD!" Ashley skimmed the sign. "You should spit it out now. Read the sign."
"What for? It's good!" he answered.
Ashley forced his head to move upwards. Well, maybe a bit TOO upward. His neck- or was it his head?- cracked.
"Ow!" he jerked his head back to his normal position and glared at her. "That hurt!"
"Sorry!" Ashley began her round of "sorries". As she neared her 12th time, she was interrupted.
Suddenly, Odd's eyes popped open. He opened his mouth, yearning for air. He panted, almost shrieking. His face was all red, and tears had sprung to his eyes. People stopped to stare at him.
"I told you, Odd." Ashley shook her head. "It's horse radish." (Or something like that.)
"Why. –pant- didn't you –almost shrieking- tell me!" he gasped out.
"I did. I told you to read the sign."
Odd glanced at the sign. "WARNING! EXTRA HOT," He almost fainted.
Ashley clapped his back. "It'll be over in a few minutes."
"MINUTES? I NEED WATER. NOW!" he screamed.
Ashley hugged him. "It's okay," she cooed. "Let's go."
So with him panting and his face all red, she purchased an icy-cold water bottle, and handed it to him.
He gulped down everything in a matter of seconds.
"Ah!" he threw the bottle away. "Thanks. I owe you."
"Nah, it's okay," Ashley grinned at him.
'No other thoughts,' she thought to herself. 'NO. OTHER. THOUGHTS.'
Her smile made him shiver. In a good way. Even though she was mentally drunk, and was probably too obsessed over him, though he didn't realize it. To him, she was just weird. In a pretty way.
"Odd! There you are!" Jeremie made his way through the crowd of people who had gathered around Odd. A few were snapping pictures- obviously planning an evil plot to put this picture on the Internet. The headlines would be bold- "STRANGE BOY CHOKES ON HORSE RADISH,"
…That seemed VERY pleasant. Note the sarcasm dripping on every word.
Aelita trailed after Jeremie, her face pink with excitement. She ran to Odd and Ashley.
"I heard these guys talking. They were like, 'There's this guy in the Sample Area, testing out Horse Radish, and choking'," Aelita informed. "And I just knew it was you,"
She didn't want to mention the other unneeded tidbits the boys said.
"Oh, that's great Princess, just great," Odd sighed, referring to the nickname he had called her as in the past. He ran his hand through his hair. Ashley swooned, resisting the urge to clutch her heart and say how Elvis he looked.
Ashley massaged his shoulders. He relaxed into it and commented, "You know, you'd be a great massager person. You should work at a spa."
The blonde girl raised an eyebrow, and tried to take it as a compliment. She managed a smile. "Uh, thanks."
"You're very welcome!" Odd smiled at her like the Cheshire cat. Ashley couldn't have asked for anything better.
----
"What's wrong, Yumi-san?" Sasha rushed over to her client. "Are you okay?"
"Yes, Sasha-san. I'm okay."
"Ulrich-dear!" A black-haired girl ran towards Ulrich, a huge, sickeningly sweet smile on her face, "I'm so surprised to see you here! Are you going to model? If you are, I'm POSITIVE we'll have a kissing shoot together." She smiled flirtatiously, and opened her purse to take out lip-gloss, in which she applied to her lips, smacking them loudly and leaning in.
Ulrich forcefully pushed her away. Yumi raised her eyebrow. "Sissy?"
Sissy ignored her and turned towards Ulrich. "Who is this girl?" she asked sweetly.
Ulrich grinned broadly and draped an arm around Yumi's shoulder. Yumi just rolled her eyes and said back, "Hey Sissy."
"And how do you know my name!" Sissy was getting pretty pissed now. She always was.
Yumi crossed her arms. "You're talking to the freaky goth girl who left years ago to pursue a career as a M.A.S. Does that sound familiar to you?"
Sissy stayed silent as her mouth formed the name of the girl she had long forgotten. "Yumi? Yumi Ishiyama. Oh. My. Gawsh. You look so different."
"See you just woke up, Sissy," Yumi glanced at her watch and turned to Sasha-san. "Time for the photo shoot right?"
"You spoke my mind," her Japanese manager grinned, loosening the grip on her briefcase.
"Sorry to interrupt such a lovely conversation," Yumi smiled sweetly at the prissy Sissy (lolll, now we see how she got her Sissy nickname…). "I got a photo shoot. You coming Ulrich?"
"Better than staying here with her." Ulrich sneered, and left the girl behind who was red with rage.
----
With the others back at Yumi's mansion
Skye put down her guitar, content. She had played her guitar with the older girls for a few hours now. Her black strands of hair fell over her face prettily, and her cheeks were pinkish from laughing so much. Kristen was hilarious in a very weird way.
"My fingers hurt. I've never tried playing four hours of nonstop keyboard. It's kind of tiring, you know," Deana sighed, rubbing her red fingers, which looked very sore.
"Yeah, I've been dying to try out the new T.V. here anyway," Kristen added. Yumi had recently purchased a nice-looked Plasma T.V. It was sleek and shiny- the things that Kristen was most attracted to in objects. Her iPod and guitar was polished constantly so it would maintain it's same, shiny state.
The T.V. was attached to the ceiling. It was very
similar to the ones in school. However, this one was so much cooler.
The beam in which the T.V. was attached to from the ceiling was
extendable, meaning that if Kristen pushed the button on the remote,
the beam would extend. Things like this
amazed her. Especially when
the T.V. was inches away from her face.
Kristen handed the remote to Skye. "You do the honors," she suggested. "It's only good, yah? I'll be able to do this constantly. It's so much better to do it when Ashley and Yumi are here anyway. It's only fun when they're here to get annoyed."
Skye's eyes widened, as she dramatically clutched her heart. "I get to actually touch Yumi's REMOTE!" she pretended to be stunned.
"Well you've already touched her MANSION," Deana rolled her eyes. "A remote is nothing."
"Eh," Skye shrugged. "Whatever."
The blonde girl pushed the black button in slow motion just to get Kristen and Ashley annoyed. Yes, they were so close now; they were up to the stage where they each had the privilege to get on each other's nerves. It was the BEST (pfft.) stage of friendship.
"OH MY GAWD!" Skye squealed, as the beam extended and went up close to her face.
Her fast breaths slowed to a steady inhale and exhale. "That was... awesome,"
"Everything in Yumi's house IS awesome and modern, you know. Basically everything. You have the bling bling, you have it all." Deana replied.
Skye moved back a few feet away from the TV until she was a comfortable distance away. She pressed the "POWER" button.
"I wish I had bling bling." Skye said wistfully. "I'm kind of broke."
"Gimme the remote." Kristen ordered Skye. The blonde handed it to her.
The Chinese girl flipped through channels, but stopped at Jimmy Neutron.
"Oh my god, Jimmy is being taken underwater!" she gasped dramatically.
"You retard!" Deana growled, grabbing the remote from her friend.
She channel surfed for awhile, her cousin almost falling asleep.
"OVER HERE!" Kristen's loud voice instantly made Deana stop pressing buttons.
"AH! It's the demented people again!" Kristen squealed.
"This time," the newswoman announced, "these two mental people, their gender is still not quite identified, has helped another mental person escape from the mental asylum."
You could tell that because she kept using the word, "mental" she didn't want to insult them and say demented.
"It's assumed these people are hungry by the way each of them shout out a type of food. Cheese and crackers, chicken nuggets, and onion rings," she laughed slightly. "What a very… strange choice of foods."
"ONION RINGS!" Kristen grinned broadly. "I like that name."
"Shut UP!" Deana glared at her, and glued her eyes back on the TV.
"Apparently, Onion Rings and Chicken Nuggets are scaring away an Asian girl, around the age of eleven. She is in a red Northface jacket, and being chased. No one is able to catch these two lunatics. The girl was almost bitten, and was robbed of her package of onion rings. She had just lost her voice recently from screaming so loudly and for so long."
"Ouch." Skye winced.
"Cheese-and-crackers-mon is a completely different story. She went into a monkey cage, and stole all the bananas, refusing to give them back. She started to violently throw rocks at the monkeys, causing these animals to suffer from injuries to the arms, legs, and the head. A baby monkey has actually almost died from a severe blow to the back of the head. Cheese-and-crackers-mon then retreated to the food stand to take all of the package of onion rings and chips, leaving the counter person on the ground, scared to death."
Then they interviewed the guy, Marty. His face was pale-white.
"He'd be kind of cute if he didn't look like another life form." Skye thought aloud.
"Didn't you say you had a boyfriend?" Deana asked.
"Kind of. It doesn't mean that I have to stop commenting about boys…" Skye retorted.
"Sure, okay," Kristen rolled her eyes and returned back to the T.V.
"I was scared. Frightened. That… GIRL. She just POUNCED ON ME." He shuddered, showing a few bloody nail marks on his arm. "She clawed at my face for those freaking onion rings," he pointed towards an empty section behind the counter.
The camera turned back to the newswoman. "If you see these three… people, please call 1-888-MENTAL-ON-THE-LOOSE. PLEASE."
Skye turned the T.V. off after this. "Whatever. We're not gonna see them anytime soon."
Shrieks and screams were heard, as a loud piercing wail cut through the air.
"Freak!" Kristen sprang up. "I bet it's Onion Rings."
"Yeah, right." Deana rolled her eyes.
"Don't you remember last time? Ash threw a tissue box at Chicken Nuggets?"
"So?"
"I WANNA THROW SOMETHING AT ONION RINGS," Kristen squealed.
"That's great," Skye giggled. I might want to throw something at Chicken Nuggets. It looks fun."
"It is," Kristen assured her.
"Freaks," Deana sighed, as Onion Rings could be seen a distance away from Yumi's mansion as Skye and Kristen rushed through to the solitary small window. There was only one, considering how the paparazzi could take pictures if there was an entire line of windows on the wall. So there was only one, and besides, it was pretty small, so the photographer wouldn't really be able to get anything good from a small window footage.
Looks like another throwing frenzy was right around the corner.
---
A/N: Whooo! I'm doneee. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Please review and tell me what you think!
True, it's not one of my best chapters. Kind of like one of the worst, dragging on ones. But whatever, it's this or nothing…
Also, the minor characters will be appearing soon. Hopefully, don't worry, you will be there. And also, for the songs that you have given me to post- there'll be a concert somewhere in here. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but it may not be a professional concert thing.
One more thing. I might not update for awhile. I really don't feel like
it. So I'll probably update in a month after this or something.
REVIEWWWW! Please.
Thank you!
--jENN