"Aya-san, what are you doing?"
Hatori was referring to the fact that his best friend was bouncing off the walls, literally.
"I have a date!" the silver-haired boy exclaimed.
Shigure and Hatori glanced at each other. "A date?"
"With who?" Hatori asked.
"With a girl!!!!!" Ayame said smugly.
"Wow, really?" Shigure laughed.
"Oh, shut up!"
"He has a point you know..."
"YOU TOO, HARI!!!!!!"
Hatori allowed himself a small smile. "Well, Aya... what does she look like?"
"I don't know. I'm meeting her here tonight."
They were sitting in Hatori's bedroom.
"Why did you give her my address?"
"Why not?"
Shigure sighed dreamily. "Ah, love. This would be a great moment for a poem of some sort..."
"I wouldn't if I were you." Hatori warned. "You have a loud voice, and you don't want my father kicking you out."
"Too true..." Shigure agreed, nodding vigorously. "But still... perhaps when we get outside?"
"You can't... I locked all the windows and doors." Aya said cheerfully.
Hatori's face steadily turned purple. "Why?"
"So you'd have to let me and Junko-san have dinner here."
Hatori lunged forward and grabbed Ayame by the lapels. "You idiot! What are we going to tell my father?"
Aya giggled. "Oh. I never thought of that."
Shigure sighed again, and the doorbell rang.
"Ah! That must be her!!!" Ayame dashed down the stairs, pulled a key out of his pocket, and unlocked the door, flinging it open.
On the front stoop stood a little old woman, about a foot shorter than Aya.
"Hello!! I'm looking for Ayame Sohma."
"That's me!" Aya grinned. "Are you Junko-san's mother?"
The woman gave him a weird look. "No. I'm Junko-san."
There was a long moment of silence, which was broken by the sounds of Shigure's infernal howling and Hatori's small, near-silent chuckles.
Ayame slammed the door shut and hid under Hari's bed for the next few days.