"Forget about him Usagi, You deserve better then him" Usagi sat at the counter, her fingers curled tightly around her soda straw whilst a plump journalist jabbered on "You know, Mamoru said the other day that if he wanted you, he could easily have you"
Usagi visibly shook as she slowly turned towards the man besides her, the straw dropping from her lips.
"Excuse me?" She choked out
"Yeah, He was boasting about it to Omi the other day" The man besides her, Mathieu, claimed to be a friend of Mamoru. He was from france with a heavy accent, dark brown hair and freckles.
"I.. Er... I..." She couldn't think of what to say
"Really?"
"Yeah, totally"
Motoki strode up seconds later and flashed a killer watt smile towards Usagi before nodding at Mathieu "Hiya Usagi, Matt"
"Ah 'Toki. Nice to see you again. It's been awhile Ni?"
"Hai"
"Motoki, Can I ask you something about Mamoru?"
"Hai, I'll answer as best I can"
"Did he um.. ever say that he'd be able to get in easy with me or anything like that?"
"Not around me, Usagi"
"Ah, Ok, Arigatou"
"Gomen I couldn't tell you more"
"It's ok, Motoki, it really is" She pulled out her cell phone and sighed whilst typing a message into it and sending it to Mamoru. Something in the back of her mind told her not to do it, urged her to resist but as usual she went against it.
Mathieu rose and left, nodding good bye whilst Usagi's phone went began to vibrate on the counter. She quickly snatched it up and checked the new message
''
'Like I said, Go to hell' Was her reply
She got a reply a few minutes later and gasped before showing it to Motoki who read it aloud in a hushed voice "Fine if you trust him over me,screw you then"
She gulped back tears and replied
'Apparently you can anytime you like'
'Need more detail than that Odango, I'm surprised your listening to that Idiot to be honest'
She buried her head in her arms leaving the phone on the table, the message displayed for a few moments before it dawned on her. This was their first real fight. In all the years they'd been friends they'd never argued so much that they were swearing at each other. He only swore when he was extremely angry or very shocked and this must have been serious.. although he had called her Odango
He couldn't be that mad...
could he?
Motoki tapped her shoulder and handed her the receiver for the Arcade phone. She dialled his number and it was picked up on the second ring.
"Moshi Moshi?"
"Mamoru?"
"Hai"
"It's Usagi, Gomen domo Mathieu said that you said if you wanted to get with me you could get with me at anytime you want like I'm some kind of puppy"
"And You believed what Mathieu said?"
"I.. Well.. I.."
"I'm disappointed that you believed him over me.."
"Gomen, Gomen Nasai!" She stepped in quickly
"Domo, I forgive you"
"Gomen"
"Just promise me you won't take his word over mine again.. I mean you said it yourself yesterday. We've been friends for years and as a friend, you rank higher, much higher then he does"
"Gomen.." She squeaked again
"Stop saying that"
"Ok" She heard him chuckle down the phone as he began to gabble on about getting a hair cut and something about his sideburns reaching his eyes. The two chattered on for a while till he mentioned making an errand for a neighbour.
"I'll ring you back later, and no talking to Mathieu while I'm gone"
"Aye, Aye, Captain"
"Silly Odango" He chuckled again.
"Jaa"
"Jaa nee"
She replaced the phone after saying their good byes and sat back on her stool with a sigh. A small smile fell onto her lips as she sighed with relief. It was over. Their first real fight was over and he'd forgiven her quickly and easily and they'd pulled through. She hated getting into fights with friends and he was one of her dearest.
Motoki turned his back on her and smiled also, knowing the two were close.
Author's notes
What a bad 48 hours I've had.. I sent baka a sappy email in which I confessed that I do actually like him.. He showed his best friend and he in a way teased me over it going on about me being a great friend, trying to yank off my trainers (pets precious converse sneakers), flicking my ponytail, blowing on my shoulders because I was wearing a spaghetti string top and he poked me.. darn him
So we're still on best friend terms thus leaving me annoyed at him for flirting as usual
His friend then told me over MSN that he was saying if he wanted me, he could have me easily and that I could do better then Baka.. So I sent a harsh txt to Baka and that started the conversation shown above, both text and speaking.. Turns out he didn't say that... he simply said that he didn't see me as anything other then Megan, his best friend when someone told him he had to "do" me by the end of the week.
So we've both berated his friend and we've patched things up although I still feel uber guilty and we've made a pact that next year, if we're in the same history class that we're going to take our old friends and make new friends to try and get Matthew to be isolated like he deserves
Poor Corky is probably wishing I never got her email address, I've been sending her one a day except she's had like three or four today.. It's been eventful, what can I say. I think I passed my R.E. exam and ha-ha I got Rafe(sp?) Carter's son( Carter being a famous Hull City football player), A.K.A. My baka of a citizenship teacher to sign my leaving book.. He's an idiot.. He put "I used to like Durham but now I don't. Good luck. You've got the brains" and I got "To the sensible one, Missing you already, Luv GLi" from my maths teacher bwhahaha.. He said I'm the most sensible person he's ever taught and my friend Leigh snorted, GLi being the shortened version of his name... G. Lyciss all the teachers at school use the first letter of their first name and the first two of their surname unless it's already taken then they do a constantan from the surname