Chapter Four: Date!?

I have to admit, dates take a lot of planning. I find that strange, since nothing I plan goes right. I don't know if that happens to anyone else other than me, but that's what I've found. Especially when it came to my first 'official' date with Atobe Keigo.

After I called Atobe, arranging that we go shopping tomorrow, he said something- and I'm sure it was on purpose.
"It's a date." He hung up the phone after that, successfully having the last words. I looked at the maids, who were sniggering, as they had heard the entire conversation. I sighed, but smiled at them.

"Hikari-chan, you need to get ready." One of them told me.
I don't remember who, since- as you may already know, I have trouble remembering names- unless I see them every day, find them interesting, hate their guts, or laugh at them.

From that point, till the next day, I spent that time planning for a 'date,' since apparently a first date is a big deal.

I hate something that is a big deal.

Me and the maids decided that it'd be best if I wasn't the one who planned things. Why? Because I thought it was suitable to wear a hoody and tracksuit bottoms to a date. I know, there is no hope for me. On the other hands, I successfully decided that we would go WcDonalds. I thought that since they aren't too expensive, I wouldn't be too amazed at Atobe's wealth. Also, I thought that it'd be fun to send Atobe to a place where people him don't usually go.

It took forever- or an hour, depends on your sense of time. We figured out everything. It was going to be an inset day, so we'd have the whole day to ourselves. Great…

That was the first time my study was used for something other than storage or a hide and seek hiding spot.

Once I decided where we would go, I left the maids to finish tidying the study, and then they would chose out an outfit for me. I may have forced them to clean- but they offered to choose the outfit, because my sense of fashion is a hoody and track suit bottoms.

I left the study, going to Haru's room.
It may seem weird to you- but when we were little we'd tell each other scary stories, then be extremely scared and fall asleep in the same room.

Haru's room isn't what you'd expect from a scion. It's what I considered, and still consider a dump. There were books everywhere, stacked in piles. Bits of paper with a variety of pen colours were scattered around on the floor. Haru and I are quite alike, we both hate having maids, and are quite stubborn.

However, Haru is worse than me. The maids never went into his room, so it was left a mess, and he- just like most teenagers I have seen, hated cleaning. He still hates it, and I can't really blame him.
He sat at a desk that was in the corner, a laptop in front of him.

Honestly, he could've used the study instead of turning his room into a pig's sty. Even when looking back on it, I still can't help but laugh at Haru.

Haru was grinning, looking extremely happy. "Hikari-chan, what did Atobe say?" Haru tilted his head to one side, purposely looking stupid.
I knew that Atobe would've have contacted one another, since they secretly must've wanted to make my life hell.
"He said 'It's a date.' Anyway- come downstairs with me?"
"Why? What on earth did you do now?"
"Nothing- yet. I was hoping to get my allowance early, that's all."

The rest of that day is a blur. The only thing I remember after that conversation is that I didn't get my allowance early- my request was firmly rejected.

Once I woke up the next day, my maid stood next to my bed, holding up what would be my outfit for the day. It was a ruffled white blouse and a pair of black leggings. I love the fact my maids know me so well. I hate dresses and skirts- and the majority of things a girl- like me is supposed to wear. I have- and always will love wearing comfortable things, such as trousers, track suit bottoms and hoodies.
I only wear a skirt to school because I was forced to.

I stared at the outfit, smiling- even though I was still quite tired. Sleep doesn't come easily when thoughts of potential problems flood your mind.

The maid- whose name was Maya, left me to get changed.
Once I did, I looked in the mirror. My face looked the same as normal, the same pale skin as usual. I'm glad I didn't have a humungous pus filled hell on my forehead- otherwise known as a pimple.
Maya came back inside, holding a box of magic with her.
Fine- it was a makeup kit, not a box of magic, but I think 'box of magic' is a much better name for it.

I looked like another person. With a bit of concealer, foundation and eyeliner I looked a bit like a doll. Even though, I admit- I was amazed by the effects makeup can have, I still don't like it very much.

"I'm done, Hikari-chan. Are you eating breakfast with your family today?" Maya asked, her hands shaking. I smiled, but shook my head.
"I think that they'll understand that I don't want to see them for today. Although, please tell Haru-kun 'Good luck, I know you'll be lost without me!'" I laughed as Maya laughed too.

I opened my phone, seeing a text saying 'I'm here.' After that, I left- my first date with the kind of Hyotei beginning!

God- even now, I'm blushing remembering it.