By aZn dReAmEr xD
A/N: I like to refrain from using swears. So, there occasionally may be swears but I'll use "x"s here and there. So don't tell me I spelled this wrong, and whatnot.
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And yeah I know this chapter is hideously short. At least you get a chapter. :P Unfortunately, I'm not like LiKe.YAYnStUFF (and yeah thats her pen name) and I don't beta my chapters. So I'm posting with what I have. Excuse me for mistakes.. AND GO READ LiKe.YAYnStUFF's stories! Hehe she rocks.
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Yumi lay in her room, staring at the ceiling.
No frustrating tears she would have cried in junior high if this had happened to her.
Oh no, sometimes, feelings are beyond tears. Crying doesn't help. And besides, crying took away from her thinking time.
She wondered what he was doing. The instant she stormed away from Ulrich, she had grabbed her mother and paid for her mother quickly then left. Yumi rushed to the car, and drove home, leaving Ulrich there.
Yumi could feel tears forming in her eyes. She blinked them back. Fine, let Ulrich fxck that girl. She wouldn't care at all. No, she would let them both live on the streets as a hobo family and she would see them on TV and she would just laugh at them as the most successful international superstar ever.
… A girl can dream and laugh, can't she?
She sighed, and drew her knees toward her chest. Ulrich would just have to find a way to get back to her house. If she didn't see him in a week THEN she would start getting worried.
Was she kidding herself?
After a day she would go insane and call a huge Japan-wide search party.
She was pathetic. Absolutely. Pathetic.
But she wasn't going to go get him. That was for sure.
She just shook her head, and closed her eyes.
He would have to use his brains and get home himself.
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Ulrich stared at the place where Yumi was just at.
What the FREAK had just happened here.
"So, umm, we still on tonight?" the girl asked, in her most seductive tone. If this guy knew Yumi Ishiyama, she could get big bucks from him. Hmm..
Ulrich glared at her in disbelief, then stormed away.
"It was worth a try, wasn't it?" She muttered to herself, shrugging. "I NEED ANOTHER MASSAGER!"
Ulrich shook his head in disgust. Then it zapped him.
How the HECK was he supposed to get back to Yumi's house?
Sh!t.
He looked frantically around, running throughout the entire spa, asking questions and such.
She had disappeared off the face of the spa.
Okay. Double sh!t.
He ran out of the spa and searched for her car.
It was also gone.
Okay. He was done with the sh!t thing, but if it wasn't done, it would be triple sh!t.
No, quadruple sh!t because he had to get home. Man.
The boy stood dumbfounded in the fairly crowded parking lot. He heard foreign voices all around him which only added to his confusion. He needed to sit down, too much was happening at once. He stumped across the parking lot and plopped down onto the closest street bench.
He leaned back and whacked his head on a brick wall. Ouch. That's just what he needed right now. A headache.
He rubbed his head and recapped the days events. Made out with Yumi, got shoved into a giant throw up bag, impersonated a massager person, flirted with the wrong girl, made Yumi mad, and last but not least, whacked his head on a stupid brick wall.
… How nice.
He sighed. Better start trying to head home.
He stood up from the rusty bench, and began walking down the sidewalk.
Then he stopped in his tracks. He had to figure out how to get home first.
He smacked his head, causing another headache, and returned to the rusty bench. This would take awhile.
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Kristen grinned as she stepped out of the airplane.
"I can't believe we're finally here," she yawned. After sixteen hours of no sleeping, it was hard not to yawn even if you were excited.
"Yes, it's been awhile, hasn't it?" her mother nodded.
They went through the checking of passports and everything, then went out into the airport, looking for their family.
They found a man that looked very familiar.
"Daddy!" Kristen gasped, smiling widely. She ran past the doorway and into the crowd, quickly hugging her father. He wore a leather jacket, and black pants. His hair was combed neatly, and his face had a big smile on it.
"You've grown," he said affectionately.
"That's what you always say," Kristen groaned.
But she smiled. She knew that this trip would hold many surprises ahead
She could just feel it.
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A/N: The ending thing with Kristen was short, I know, but I'm anxious to get the chapter up already. Agh, for those who know me, and know who Kristen is based on, yes. It's a connection kind of thing. It keeps me… I don't know. Imagining what would happen if things were still the same.
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