So lookie...two story updates in one night? Is it possible!? I may shoot for three, I'm off work tomorrow and there's no rush for me to get to bed. :D Don't forget to review
Musical Dismay
Chapter 2
Haruka looked up from her laptop when the door to the room opened and the same aqua-haired beauty walked in. "Let's get one thing straight. I don't like you, and you don't like me-"
"Maybe I do like you." She smirked, knowing it would only aggravate the other woman.
"I wasn't finished talking. It's very rude to interrupt someone when they're talking." She allowed the door to close behind her. "As I said, I don't like you. So I'd really appreciate it if you just left me alone for the rest of this term. Until I'm able to find another room."
"How can you say you don't like me? You don't even know me."
"I know more than enough to know that I don't like you Ms. Tenou." She reached for the handle to the door. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to gather my things from my car."
Haruka turned back to her computer and mocked the woman. "If you'll excuse me, I have to gather my things from my car. What a jerk…" She loaded her instant messaging program and double-clicked on one of the names listed as online:
Haruka: I hate my roommate
Other person: How can you know that, you only just met her?
Haruka: Trust me Setsuna. I hate her. And it's all because she hates me.
Setsuna: Well, why does she hate you?
Haruka: Because I'm gay.
Setsuna: You're joking right?
Haruka: Nope, not one bit. She's a fucking Christian for Pete's sake.
Setsuna: Well at least your college experience is starting out perfectly…
Haruka: Yea…Now I'm going to be stuck with some girl all term, listening to how disgusting I am and how I'm going to hell. I already know I'm going to hell dammit!
Setsuna: Lol. Just give it time. She's bound to come around. Maybe even grow up a little bit and realize that you can't help who you are.
Haruka: Yea I guess. Thanks for listening, I just needed to vent to somebody that I knew. I have to go and get my books. Classes start tomorrow.
Setsuna: Talk to you later Ruka, try not to kill the poor girl with your sarcasm.
Haruka: Oh, you're such a party pooper. Bye.
Setsuna: Bye.
The blonde closed her laptop and slid on her shoes before walking through the doorway. She stopped a woman in the hallway. "Excuse me miss. Where is the bookstore at?"
The young woman smiled up at her. "I'm heading that way now. Come on, I'll show you." She placed a bag inside of her room, which happened to be across the hall from Haruka's. "You came out of that room…are you a woman?" Her voice sounded almost hopeful.
The blonde blushed slightly. "Yea…are you going to tell me how disgusting I am too?"
She frowned. "Why would I do that? It just nice to see that I'm not alone here. I'm Aoko. What's your name?" She extended her hand to the other woman.
"Haruka…nice to meet you."
"Who's calling you disgusting?"
"My roommate…" Haruka's eyes went to the tiled floor. She shivered slightly when she felt a delicate hand turn her head.
"Well that's not very nice of her. You should just ignore her. She doesn't know what she's talking about." Haruka found herself somehow connected to this woman. Almost as if they had known each other their whole lives. "So where are you from?"
"Just outside of Osaka…how about you?" They walked together out of the building; the blonde's eyes fell upon a familiar mound of aqua hair that was struggling with one too many bags. "Hang on a second. I'll be right back." She made her way to the other woman. "Do you want some help?"
"I don't want your help!" Michiru tossed a heavy bag over her shoulder and struggled to lean down to pick up the red duffel at her feet.
"You don't want it, but it looks like you need it though." She leaned down to pick up the bag for her.
"Don't you touch my things."
Haruka frowned, her eyes looking at the bag's straps that she was gripping. "Fine, have it your way!" She lifted the bag up to her waist, and looked Michiru right in the eyes as she released it. She felt nearly no remorse as a sound of shattering glass resonated from the fabric.
"Was that your roommate?" Aoko hooked her arm in Haruka's when the blonde returned to her side.
Somehow the presence of this woman caused all of the anger to drain from her body. "Yea…That's Michiru Kaiou. She thinks she's so high and mighty." Green eyes met blue ones. She cleared her throat before speaking, her voice crackled softly. "I thought you were going to show me the bookstore."
Aoko pressed herself to the taller blonde. "You're so innocent aren't you? Tell me Haruka, how old are you?"
The pale cheeks of the blonde turned a crimson red before she responded. "18, why? How old are you?"
She giggled and rested her hand on her partner's cheek. "You're still a baby yet. I'm a senior honey. I'm 21."
"So that means you can get me into all the cool parties then?"
"Depends, are you cool?" She slid her arms around the taller woman's neck and leaned up, her lips dangerously close to the other's.
Haruka blushed deeper then she thought possible as she slowly pulled away. "Well I always thought so."