The next day…
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If you think I've been acting funny lately, just be aware that I usually have a reputation to keep.
I am supposed to be the life of the party. I am the loud one, the joker, the biggest presence in the room. That's much of the reason I've let my hair grow to biblical proportions – you think I like sitting in the shower for a solid hour? Or buying shampoo by the freaking gallon?
All in all, I've gotten pretty good at the whole look-at-me-ain't-I-a-big-shot routine. So much so that if anyone other than my sis saw me acting the way I was in the theater that day, they would think I was a strange, alien clone.
Oh, almost forgot. I'm Yang. Yang Xiao Long. I know that sounds Chinese and everything, but just call me Yang. Like the yin-yang thing. And no, I don't have a twin brother called Yin… although that would be awesome.
Instead I have a little sister called Ruby (she's a freshman, btw). And depending on how this whole search-the-theater-for-a-mystery-beauty thing went, I might NOT have a sister by the end of the night. That little butt-sniffer might just… disappear.
Because this whole thing is kinda her fault.
Allow me to explain. Last night I sent a selfie to this chick called Blake… at least, I thought I did. I'd just met her that morning at the library (not a normal hangout spot for me, I was getting a few books for homework), and she gave me her number. Strange thing is, I was sure I put it in my phone right… Unless she gave me the wrong number …intentionally? She didn't seem like the scheming type…
But I'm getting distracted. Point is, Blake is not the one who answered. Instead I get a pic of this… this… absolutely perfect girl. I honestly thought Blake was hot, but this one… wow. That's all I can say. Just, …wow.
Back to Ruby. Once I apologized for the wrong number snafu, I stupidly walked away to double-check the number Blake gave me. Leaving my phone unguarded. With Ruby in the room. And she knew what was going on (because I was not quiet when I saw that girl's photo, hot damn).
By the time I came back, she'd sent a rather… saucy reply.
Needless to say, she's still stuffed under the couch cushions. I felt her wiggling this morning. Twerp.
And there was no taking it back, either. Once the conversation started, all I could do was try and keep up. When she presented that challenge, I was ready to toss my phone away and forget the whole thing.
Yet something in the tone of that challenge lit a fire in me. I couldn't just walk away from something like that and keep my dignity. So yeah, I accepted.
No one challenges the mighty Yang Xiao Long.
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Once at the theater, however, I quickly regretted my words.
With next to nothing to work with, my first idea was to arrive early. Just in case she was going for a matinee showing. All I had was her picture, so I knew her hair would give her away (it almost looked white in her pic). Unless she decided to wear a hat and hide it…
Lo and behold, it was a cold day today. Freaking everyone wore a hat but me.
Dammit! Ten minutes in and I'd already lost my edge.
If this girl was really as scheming as she seemed so far, it wouldn't have surprised me to find that she expected me to show up early and just watch everybody for seven to eight hours before giving up.
Well… she was soon to learn who she was dealing with. No one slips past Yang.
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Eight hours later, I was ready to change my tune. I was exhausted.
Why did so many people in this damn town have to go to the theater at the same time?!
Hungry again, I went up to the snack counter and got another thing of popcorn. Nora, one of my friends from school, was working the counter and had been keeping me fed for the day so far. Still, this was becoming an expensive day.
"Still a no-show, huh?" the hyperactive girl chirped as she handed me my third small bag of the day.
"Nope," I replied simply. My brain was worn out from people-watching, so simple replies were all I could muster.
"Well don't sweat it… most of the people arrive for later shows. If she's coming, that's the prime time to search. Unless she's already been here and gone…"
"Better not…" I muttered as I stuffed the junk food into my face.
Thinking back to Blake, I remembered how that booty swayed as she walked. Almost like it was …calling me. The girl seemed like some sort of sex demon… a suckyou… succu-… whatever those things are called. Suck-your-bus? I dunno…
Point is, she was hot.
The girl in that picture, though… she was beautiful.
And yes, there is a difference.
I wanted to run my fingers through that hair, gaze into those heavenly eyes, and do various other, not-safe-for-work things to those lovely pink lips. I knew right away I had it bad for this chick. Ruby knew it, too. That kid is far too smart for her own good when it comes to things like this.
I made a mental note to kick her butt one more time when I got home. For good measure.
As I emptied the bag into my mouth, I suddenly felt… like I was being watched. Like someone was staring at me. It was a feeling I knew well, having a figure that most grown women envied… but I couldn't tell where it was coming from. I didn't see anyone locking eyes on me.
The feeling faded as I searched. Whoever it was must have given up.
Overall I never mind it when someone stares… as long as it's not a guy. Yuck.
In case you haven't figured it out by now, I'm about as gay as they come. And I've never tried to hide it, either. I know the technical term is 'lesbian' but I prefer gay. It's shorter. Also easier to insert into jokes.
Most of the girls at my school know me quite well. I know most of them, too. There's Nora, of course… but there's also Ilia, Coco, Velvet and May. A few others are trying to get my attention, but those five are my closest friends. As you might guess, Coco has a chocolatey aftertaste.
And yes, you know what I mean.
Oh look… distracted again.
Anyway, almost two hours go by after feeling someone's eyes on me when Ruby shoots me a text:
Ruby: 'Any luck yet?'
Me: 'No'
Ruby: 'She probably went home already. Did you try and text her?'
Me: 'Thats not how this works. I search until I win.'
Ruby: 'Or lose.'
Me: 'If I lose… … … YOU LOSE.'
Ruby: :(
Ten minutes later, she sent another text:
Ruby: 'Were there any other clues in her pic you could use? She DID say "the clues you have" right?'
I hadn't thought of that. Quickly shifting apps on my phone, I brought up the photo I had saved (because of course I saved it) and looked harder.
Just behind that girl's head was a movie poster. I don't know how I didn't notice it before (yeah right).
Moving fast, I found the movie times in the lobby. That same movie was still playing, but the last showing was… already over?!
No… it was just getting out. About three minutes ago.
That means… shit!
Now in full-panic mode, I darted over to the exit doors and looked as hard as I've ever looked. I was ready to summon some form of x-ray vision to find her. I just knew she was ready to walk out…
A flash of silvery-white hair. There!
The gods were feeling generous, as suddenly I had a clear path to the door. And I used it. I don't think I've ever run that fast before. Coach Oobleck would have been proud of my time if I had done that on the track.
I reached the doors mere seconds before she did, blocking them with my body. Breathing hard, I examined my quarry.
That pretty white hair was left loose, but a light blue knit cap covered most of it. There was no hiding those lovely blue gemstones she called eyes, though.
"It seems you found me… and just in time," she mused. Her voice was just as lovely as I imagined. Was she some kind of singer?
She had promised to answer any question I had if I found her.
Now that we were here, my brain exploded with questions. None of them could fit out my mouth before another one drug it back in and started beating the tar out of it. My mind was having a mini-rebellion.
Still breathing hard, I managed to wheeze out one word: "…Name?"
The mystery girl giggled, and all of heaven laughed along with her. The lights from the parking lot glittering through the windows took on an ethereal shine. I could have sworn I saw fairies dancing around.
"Weiss," she said.
To say that I was ready to tattoo that name across my freaking forehead would not have been an exaggeration.
"Yang," I barely managed to reply.
I'll wrap up this part of the story by simply saying that the two of us went out to my car (I'm old enough to drive, thank you very much) and…
Let's just say we …tested the suspension. A lot.
The windows also got rather fogged up. I don't know why…
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That's not all that happened, though. I should probably add in what we found once we got home.
After me and Weiss finally pried ourselves apart (and replaced our clothes), I brought her home with me. For reasons.
Okay, it's because we weren't finished. There, I said it. Happy?
Once we got into the house, however…
"Eep! Yang…! You're… you're back!" Ruby suddenly squawked from behind the couch, her face a deep red. I should add that it was almost 3:00 AM when we walked in. And she was in her underwear.
I was ready to reply when another voice came from the same space, this one low and purring, "Took you guys long enough…"
Blake sat up from underneath Ruby, without underwear. Or blush. The only red on the brunette was from the numerous hickeys on her face and neck.
I slowly turned to Weiss, who had a look of shock on her face. I was sure my own face was the same.
Blake grinned, slowly licked her lips and said in a heavy voice, "…Care to join us?"
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Author's Note: Wow… I guess everybody's a pervert in this one. While fun, I didn't plan on continuing with this story. I only meant it to be a fun little sexy romp. And a bit more practice with the first-person POV. Let me know what you think with a review, if you're so inclined.
=OwO=