Stubborn
Two people were walking down the hallway that beautiful afternoon; a young man and a young woman. They held hands and spoke to each other regularly, and, at a first glance, everything looked normal. Then the blonde-haired woman tore her hand from the male's angrily. She walked briskly over to a nearby bench and sat, refusing to look at anything but the store in front of her. The man kept walking.
Risa Harada felt herself heat up. That was awkward.
She silently watched the young man walk into the store behind her. She waited by the entrance, praying for her sister to hurry with shopping. She never thought that she'd be doing such a thing. After all, she was the one that was obsessed with shopping. But the mall was so cold when you stood still long enough. It was chilly and quiet and boring music was playing over the loudspeakers. She didn't like waiting this long. Well, karma did it's trick; now she knew how Riku felt all those years.
Well, it didn't matter what Risa thought about to try and occupy her mind. The blonde was still sitting on the bench, wiping at her eyes every now and then.
Risa flipped open her cell phone and tried calling Riku for the umpteenth time. Still no response. Annoyed, she flipped the phone back down and slid it into her jean pocket.
Ten minutes slowly passed by, and the young man finally came out of the store. He walked over to his "girlfriend" and sat down with her. They were bobbing their heads, the man explaining something, and for a split second, Risa feared that they wouldn't make up. At last the two stood, the girl running her hands across her face, the boy's arm slung around her shoulder so her could hold onto her. They walked the opposite way they came, their backs to Risa, a happy ending, it seemed, to their little malfunction.
She sighed, somewhat relieved for the two complete strangers.
Her friend stirred the slightest bit and lifted his head from her shoulder. He stretched his neck, a few bones cracking, and exhaled. He looked at her, smiling not with his face, but with his eyes. "It's good that they got back together."
"You were watching??"
"Yes. I wasn't actually asleep on your shoulder."
"No, of course not," Risa said with a smile. "You're much too suave for that."
Satoshi Hiwatari said nothing, but switched his position so he was standing on her other side, and rested his head once again on her other shoulder. "If you want to put it that way."
"I'm a bit jealous," Risa admitted. "Happy, but jealous."
"That's because it took us nearly a month to get over our first fight," Satoshi murmured. He let out a thoughtful 'hm'. "We're both too stubborn for our own good."
She could only grin as she kissed the top of her boyfriend's head. "That we are, Satoshi-kun." She felt him quietly slip his hand into her jacket pocket, where her own resided, and he interlaced their fingers.
The two continued to wait.
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A/N: So this did happen to me, and I was in Risa's POV, and I was sitting with my sister, and she had no clue (she was facing the other way). So I would just kind of look around, wondering where the hell the boy was, and then he finally came back out, and (for a split second) I didn't think they'd make up. But they did, and they walked away, arms draped around each other in relief and security. I was like "lucky bastards". :-P kidding, kidding.