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Love on the Catwalk : Chapter 03

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Reason to Change #3 : Pretty and Fun go hand-in-hand

"Sorry I couldn't make it yesterday, Lita. I was stuck at the office."

"And I was so looking forward to seeing you," Lita pouted over the phone. "I haven't seen you in forever. You're always working! You need to get a life, girl."

I laughed. "I'll call you the second I do."

"Whatever… Serena, I have to go. Alan's taking me out for a whole day of dating bliss. You should try it some time."

"I wish." Insert eye roll. "Have fun and be good."

"Yes, mother." She laughed before hanging up.

"Oh, Luna," I said as I poured Luna some water. "Do I really not have a life?"

She simply cocked her head to the side and stared with her unblinking almond eyes. "Mew."

I shook my head and inwardly laughed. "And this is coming from a full-grown woman who only has a cat as company on her only day off from work." I set down her cat bowls and left her to eat.

"Let's see what's on TV."

I sauntered over to my couch and plopped myself down. Normally I spent my Sundays with Seiya on our weekly outings—but since I'm avoiding him right now, that's definitely out.

So here I am … sitting quietly at home … with a remote at hand … and Luna eating in the background ….

Oh God, I am a loser.

What would I do if I didn't have work everyday?

I shuddered. 'Let's not even begin to think about it.'

So, I turned on the TV and guess who's on? Yeap, that's right. Mina Aino, the answer to practically everything. She had recently broken into the movie business and was guest starring on some day show advertising it. On the Other Side, a romantic comedy about a rich girl gone poor.

'It's going to fail,' I thought. 'All romantic comedies fail these days.'

And as sick as I was of seeing the perfect blonde everywhere, I proceeded to watch the whole one-hour show.

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It was only 1 and I felt like killing myself out of sheer boredom.

Luna had ditched me and my excessive attention and opted to just play on her own and I literally had no one else to turn to.

'Stupid Seiya.'

After the day show had been over, I had played with Luna, fixed up the apartment a bit, thrown out the garbage, and picked up the dry cleaning.

Including the jacket from Mystery Man.

From my position in bed I flipped over onto my stomach and peered over at the jacket.

'More of a blazer…' I inwardly corrected, adopted fashion sense ebbing out onto me. 'And an expensive one at that.'

I had actually gotten it expressly dry-cleaned with all my other suits and went to pick them up an hour back. There it hung on my closet knob, looking all pretty in its plastic and paper envelope.

'Theory 'Proper' Blazer, $625.00.' I had googled it up last night.

Who in their right mind just randomly donates their $625 blazers to depressed women sitting all drippingly on diner stools?

'He's either filthy rich or just all-out crazy.' I decided.

"… Leave a message after the beep. Beep. It's me again. I'm not giving up until you talk to me. Call me back."

Oh yes, and who can forget Seiya's hourly messages?

I rolled over and looked at the ceiling. "I think I'm gonna go for a walk."

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Outside, everything was still all fresh and earthy smelling from last night's rain. I breathed in deeply and exhaled in a nice, long, content sigh. Oh how I love that smell.

I had changed out of my sweat pants and t-shirt (yes, I walked to the dry-cleaners in my PJs) and into a pair of loose jeans and a tank-top with a sweater over (it was pretty chilly for spring). Book in hand, I was now walking down the block to the nearest park.

'I should do this more often,' I thought to myself.

I really should. I feel all rejuvenated already.

"Miss Piggy?"

I stopped short. 'Please tell me that isn't who I think it is…'

"It's you isn't it? Hey, it's Andrew. Remember me?—from The Crown."

I slowly turned around and gave an awkward smile.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Oh God, he looked like some blonde Adonis, standing in all his glory before me. Seriously; the sun was literally shining down on him and leaving him in a halo of perfectly styled golden hair.

"Walking," I squeaked. I could feel myself turning red already. Darn me and my cursed bashfulness!

"Can I walk with you for a while?" He asked.

'No, get away from me as quickly as possible!' my inner voice shouted.

"Okay," I nodded and proceeded to walk towards the park.

"Whoa, hold on there." He jogged up to me. "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

I muttered something unintelligible and he just laughed.

"I'm on my way to the diner," he informed. "How about we go there and I get us some lunch?"

"It's okay." Please just read my awkward body language and just go away!

"Come on, Miss Piggy," he ushered. "Free lunch."

My stomach decided then to give off a monstrous growl. He laughed and I stood there, red and mortified.

"I'll take that as a yes." With that, he took my arm and proceeded to drag me over to The Crown.

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I knew it was too good to be true. Why in the world would a model like Andrew walk up to a dork like me?

When I got to The Crown, Andrew had left me at a booth, claiming that he "had some issues to resolve" back in the kitchen. And guess who joins me a few minutes later? No, not Mina Aino. Yes, Seiya Kou himself.

"I should have just gone to the park," I said as I gathered myself up.

"Sit down, Serenity," he ordered in his no-nonsense voice.

I automatically obeyed his order. The last time he used that tone, someone was sent to the hospital.

"I'm getting pretty fed up with you," he rambled. "It's a simple yes or no question; no need to get all AWOL over it."

"I miss you." He turned his eyes in my face and reached out to cup his hand over mine. "If this is what it takes to get you to be a model, then I'd rather just drop it all now."

"But I just want you to know you're beautiful and I want other people to appreciate it. I hate seeing how much you hide it," he confessed. "No more people taking advantage of you at Mode, no more boring days with nothing to do…"

"And plus, you'd be with me all the time," he feebly joked.

Oh goodness, he was a mess. He was still very kempt and trendy, but I could see the weariness in his eyes and hear the loss of spunk in his voice.

And then, I was struck by a spell of crazy.

'… Would this really work?'

Possibilities started to rush through my head, like all the unconscious thinking I had been doing for the past two days had all poured out from where they were being contained. Maybe, just maybe, I really am beautiful. And maybe, just maybe, all this really could happen.

"So … how'd you get Andrew to bring me here?" I gave him a small smile. "Bribe him?"

"No, I knew you wouldn't be to resist his—wait." His eyes shot up at me. "Does this mean…?"

"Yes."

With that, he whipped me out from the booth and gave me a tight hug and a quick kiss on the corner of my lips—not really on 'em but around the area.

"You're gonna love it, Usa," he gushed as he pushed his upper body away from me, feet still entangled in my own.

"I'd better," I laughed and flashed the first all-out-genuine-eye-reaching smile in years.

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After the whole escapade at The Crown, we had paraded all around Manhattan in celebration. Seiya had wanted to give me a complete makeover then and there but I had opted to wait a bit.

"You're right," he had replied. "You'll be getting clothes thrown at you for free pretty soon. They'll be begging you to advertise their stuff."

"Plus," he added. "Why buy clothes when you can wear mine?"

But he did manage to get some work done on me. We went to a random eyewear shop and got me a years worth of contacts and ordered trendier glasses.

"We can stick with the pink if you want, but it has to be a darker shade."

We ended up picking a very dark pink frame that "complemented my face", whatever that means.

And who can forget the sunglasses?

"But it's not summer!" I had protested.

"Who cares?" He retorted and proceeded to pick out movie star sunglasses for us, which we donned upon purchase.

Next we went to cut my hair. I had gotten a bit emotional, seeing as how I hadn't cut my hair in … forever; but the guy only trimmed off a few inches—now it only goes down to the mid-butt area.

But I didn't let Seiya have his way after that.

I pulled my hair up into its usual bun and switched from sunglasses to regular hideous glasses.

"Party pooper," he had pouted.

And so, here we are, lounging around on his living room floor—blankets pulled out and a plate of nigiri, soy sauce, and a giant glass of water between us.

We always played this game when there was a sleepover. It's like truth or dare with a twist. We buy a huge platter of nigiri and each pick one out of the bunch, not showing it to the other person. Then we put in a whopping blanket of wasabi between the fish and rice before mixing it back into the bunch as we load them all onto a big plate.

Then we take turns eating. Whoever gets a "clean" nigiri has to tell either a secret or answer the other person's question. Whoever gets the spicy or "dirty" nigiri does the most horrendous dare that the other person can think of.

Last time, Seiya had lost both trials and he had to go to work with lipstick on the next day and for the second loss he had to kiss a total stranger and take a picture as proof.

How did he lose twice when he was the one to pick one of them? There is a billion of the same kind of nigiri on one plate; it's not that hard to end up eating the one that was tagged.

"Clean," Seiya said as he chewed on his octopus.

"Do you currently have a boyfriend/boy toy?" I asked. He usually liked to keep his personal life to himself.

"Yes," he confessed. "You might have heard of him—Kunzite."

"Oh my God, he's gay!" I exclaimed. That pimp of an actor constantly had slutty girls hanging off of him!

"Not out of the closet yet," he explained demurely. "Anyways, we only do it for the se—."

"Shut up!" I whacked him. "BMI! BMI!"

"You're the one who asked!" He laughed at my naivety. "Now, hurry up and eat."

"Hm… aoyagi!" I shouted and picked up the red clam nigiri. "Clean."

"How do you feel about becoming a model?"

"Uh… a bit excited but totally dreading it at the same time."

"Don't be," he commanded. "Oh yeah! You're going to have to quit your job at Mode and come hang around with me. We'll have to go on a few interviews…."

"Wait, what?" What interviews!

"Well, duh." He gave me the eyebrows. "You can't really expect to have your job over at Mode and be a model at the same—."

"I'm talking about the interviews, moron." Honestly, I'm not that dense.

"Oh…," he trailed off. "Well, you're the "Mystery Woman"; you have to reveal yourself to the public sooner or later. They think I'm taken with you! I'm a pretty hot item, ya know."

"Pft," I snorted. "I'm sure you are… but still. Interviews?"

"Usa. Now that you've said yes, you can't turn back now. You have to do these things. Please."

Oh, damn those puppy eyes of his!

"I hate you," I replied and glowered half-jokingly.

"I love you too," he retorted cheekily before biting into a toro nigiri. "Oh, dirty, bleh!"

"YES!" I got up and pumped my fist. "That's what you get!"

"Ha ha," he laughed mockingly. "Hurry up and get on with it."

I giggled and sat back down. "Your punishment is … hmm… you know what? I think I'll just save it for later."

"Have it your way."

"I will. And now… I pick… hamachi!" I picked up the yellowtail and directed it towards the soy sauce.

"Are you sure?" Seiya taunted.

"…Yes," I replied. I'm not going to fall for his tricks.

"If you're sure," he shrugged nonchalantly, peering at me out of the corners of his eyes.

The moment I placed the yellowtail in my mouth, a burning sensation enflamed my tongue. Seiya twinkled triumphantly down at me.

"Dirty, blech!" I spat.

"Now that's just karma," Seiya laughed and doubled over as my face got red from the spiciness. I grabbed the glass of water and glared as I gulped half of it down.

"Ah," he wiped away a tear. "Well, I know my dare already."

"What is it?" Damn wasabi.

"After your makeover, the first thing I want you to do is…," he stalled.

"What is it?" Oh gosh, I was actually dreading his next words. Seiya and his vampy lipstick were not a pretty sight.

"Kiss Andrew Bradshaw," he started. My eyes turned huge. "Right on the lips!"

"WHAT!" I shouted. "I c-can't p-possibly—!"

"Oh come on you prude," he teased and nudged my arm. "Kissing isn't that big of a deal."

"Yes it is!" I squeaked.

"I'm sure you've had plenty of kisses in your life."

I turned brick red.

Seiya eyed me with incredulity. "Jesus Christ! When was the last time you kissed someone? Please don't tell me it's—."

"Four years," I blurted before stuffing my face into a pillow.

"How is that possible!" Seiya exclaimed.

"I never had a boyfriend after you," I reminded him from my pillow standpoint.

"I know but—come on!" Now this was just turning all out sad.

"Didn't you—I don't know—randomly have some drunken frat boy kiss you at some party or something?"

"I didn't go to parties," I informed. "Especially parties with alcohol lying around."

Seiya sat there shell-shocked from this revelation.

"Are you a virgin?" He spat out the word like it was vermin on the subway tracks.

"Of course!" I bonked him with the pillow. "How can you have sex without even kissing?"

Then he got a perverted look on his face.

"Ew!" I bonked him again.

"I was so sure that you and that—what's his name?—Melvin kid had hooked up—," he started.

"Ew, no!" Melvin and me? Me and Melvin! BMI! BMI!

"…I don't know what to say," he confessed and massaged his forehead. "You're so … innocent that it's blinding me now."

"Shut up."

"And we never even made out or anything." He turned his gaze towards me. "We didn't even brush lips that often. How many times did we even kiss?"

"… Ten? Twenty?" I answered dismissively. And yet deep down I knew that the exact number was fourteen.

"Twenty times in two years," he said dazedly. "That's crazy."

"Shut up." Can we move on already?

"Well, if it's your first kiss in four years it might as well be with Andrew," Seiya said offhandedly, eyes smiling.

"I can't even talk to him, how am I going to kiss him?"

"Just, ya know. 'Hey Andrew. What's up?' 'Nothing really—.' Mwah. That's all it takes."

"Oh God." I stuffed my face in the pillow once again.

"I have to be there for it." He was having way too much fun with this. "I'm gonna have a freakin' camera and everything."

"No!" I blushed. "You suck!"

"That I do very well, my dear." Perverted smile.

"Ew, shut up! You're raping my mind!"

"HA HA! Good one."

"Well I dare you to cut your ponytail off!" The look on his face was priceless.

"Don't even joke about things like that, Usagi."

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

"Do you know how long it took me to grow this?"

"Not as long as it took me to grow mine," I retorted.

"Oh please, you cut off like what—two inches? We're talking about feet here, feet!"

"I … don't … care."

'Ha! That'll show you!'

"…Fine," he huffed before smirking. "The kiss is totally worth it."

"AGHH." I screamed into the pillow once more.

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It's night now… or very early morning, take your pick. We're both snuggled under the covers and half-asleep.

"Seiya," I called softly.

"Yeah, Usa," he murmured.

"I'm scared."

"Don't be, everything'll be fine."

"But what if—?"

He reached over and pulled me up against his body.

"Sleep," he grunted and rested his hand on my stomach. It tickled a bit and I had to wiggle around a little to get into a more comfy position.

"Stop moving before you make something happy."

I blushed and halted immediately. "Pervert."

"Thanks." I elbowed him and bit and he simply snorted.

"…Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Usagi."

And then, we promptly went to sleep.

end Love on the Catwalk : Chapter 03

AN : Haha, don't worry, things will speed up next chapter and the jacket owner will be revealed (I think). Stick around and reviews would be much appreciated!