So, this is the end. Again I say thanks to everyone.
OCs: Abbi, of course, is Chibi-tan. Sahara is S, and I am Aikawa. (Although I also kinda use her as herself… If that makes sense…) (Mr. Friction is based on our English teacher Mr. F lol. And yeah, I am using the music they played at our Snowball. Expect the French ones…)
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Takahiro found himself, the night of the dance, trapped in a car with three teenage girls. Some guys might have been jealous. Others, those who knew from experience, would have saluted him.
He loved his girlfriend Abbi-Chan and all, but her friends were defiantly different.
The two sat in the front, Aikawa at the wheel. Their car was blasting their music into the street as well. He wondered if the other cars were also listening to the girls singing along to Addicted by Saving Able.
"Oh, girl, let's take it slow…"
"I wanna take my love, and hate Lou too…" Aikawa started, leaving out a line.
"It's not like Lou/you to turn away," they sang together, "From all the bull shit I can take. It's not like me to walk away."
The chorus had Takahiro really flushing and glancing at Abbi-Chan. She simply rolled her eyes and remarked, "They claim they're going as a couple for the cheap tickets. I know better."
The girls in the front only sang louder, adding Takahiro and Abbi-Chan's names.
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"I can't believe I'm actually coming to this dance," Misaki muttered, staring at his feet.
"It's only the Snowball. After break no one will even remember you were there." Hiroki said, "In fact they'll be soo drunk tonight they won't even remember they were there."
"You'll dance with me, right Hiro-san?" Nowaki asked. Hiroki whacked him over the head. But he didn't refuse.
Misaki looked up as they pulled into the parking lot. Some idiots had their music way too loud. And of all things… They were playing that type of song.
"All the things Abbi does," one girl sang loudly, "When she's going down on him, in between the sheets."
"Sahara!"
"And that sound Takahiro makes, with every breath he takes."
"Aikawa! I swear…"
"It's unlike anything when they're loving me…" the girl suddenly giggled, realizing it made no sense. Misaki watched as a couple of crazy blondes stepped out of a sleek silver Mustang.
Takahiro and Abbi-Chan both got out of the back. Abbi-Chan was raising her fist as if she were going to beat up her best friends. The girls only laughed harder and muttered something about the "powder puff girls" uniting. Abbichibi sighed and let the two group hug her before skipping, not a good choice in their dresses, arm-in-arm to the decorated gym doors.
"Who the hell are they?" Misaki asked, staring at them open mouthed. Those couldn't be her friends…
"Oh, well the short one is Sahara. She's a real flirt, and not just guys. The other one, Aikawa I think, is pretty quiet. But I had to work with her in science once and hell…" Hiroki shook his head.
"Those girls are demons, Misaki. Avoid them at all cost." Akihiko told him.
"I like Sahara, she's funny." Everyone turned to look at Nowaki, who shrugged quickly as he blushed. "No that I'd repeat anything that comes out of her mouth…"
"Because who knows what goes in there," Abbi-Chan remarked as she dragged her boyfriend toward the school.
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Shinobu handed his overpriced dance ticket to the secretary at the table just inside the doors. She smiled before nodding him in. He handed his coat to the school's only English teacher Mr. Friction.
"Hey, Fric," he said. Everyone loved the man, secretly of course.
"Shinobu!" he said, grinning at his old student.
"Well, now that I'm older, I suppose you can't call me a stupid-smelly-seventh grader."
"No you've only moved on. You see, you start out being a stupid-smelly seventh grader. Then you become and even-smellier-ugly-eighth grade; a stuck-up-brat-ninth grader; a churlish-foul-mouthed-tenth grader…"
"That's okay, I don't need the whole list," Shinobu said laughing. Friction would never admit to liking any students at all. Until they asked him why he'd become a teacher. Then he whispered, 'It's because I like kids… or something…' "Anyway, have you seen You Miyagi?"
"He's around somewhere." Mr. Friction said before rushing to hang up the coats of other students.
Shinobu wandered into the darkened gym. The dance-committee had covered the bleachers with giant pieces of what appeared to be wrapping paper. The floor had been polished free of skid makes and the whole place was lit by millions of strung blue and green lights. They'd done a pretty good job of mostly decorating the room. The part that was not mostly, sucked. Majorly.
He scanned the gym for Miyagi as the music was cranked up and more people crowded his vision.
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"No way," Misaki said. There was no way he was dancing with Akihiko. And he defiantly wasn't dancing to Shake it by Metro Station.
"This was part of the bet." Usami told him, taking one of Misaki's hands in his own cold one.
"They didn't say it had to be this song," he protested.
"The last one, at least." Akihiko said, his other hand tilting Misaki's face up.
"O-o-okay," Misaki said, not quite able to break eye contact with him.
Usami smiled and let him go. He watched as Nowaki and Hiroki had a similar argument. The main difference? Hiroki was playing hard to get.
Or so it seemed until he whacked Nowaki upside the head.
"Wait until everyone's drunk!" He said a little loudly, before ditching them for the cafeteria that had tons of snacks. Usually they would have avoided this place, but they knew the lunch-ladies hadn't made the refreshments. Plus there was always the ceremonial spiking-of-the-punch to witness.
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"Akihiko!" someone sang. Misaki and he both turned to see Aikawa rushing up to them. She grinned shyly at Misaki before looking up at Akihiko and saying, "I believe you owe me something,"
"I don't owe you anything." He protested.
"Really?" an eyebrow rose, "Then why does it look like you've copied my Fanfiction work again?"
"You requested a lemon, so I borrowed one."
She punched him playfully, "You cheater."
"Well, you borrow my pick-up lines. I'd say this is fair."
Misaki was slightly shocked. Akihiko wasn't comfortable around most people. So why was he all buddy-buddy with Aikawa?
"Dance with me," she said, pulling him by the sleeve toward the dance floor.
"You have a date, leave me with mine."
"I'm not dancing with Sahara! She'll talk me into dirty dancing with her, and I don't do that with chicks. I'm sure your boyfriend won't mind," she spun to face Misaki, "You wouldn't mind, right?"
"Ah… No, I guess not." He said, blushing at the word 'boyfriend.'
He watched her lead him toward the center of the room. He almost felt… jealous? How close were Akihiko and Aikawa? He'd told Misaki before not to talk to her but now… Yeah, he was 'technically' grinding back at her.
Misaki looked away quickly before joining Nowaki at one of the tables. Misaki and Nowaki chatted for awhile, mainly about whoever Nowaki was living with now. Neither was very interested in the topic but they kept it going anyway to fill time.
"You look bored," Haruhiko commented, sitting down beside them. Sumi followed him quietly.
"Not really," Misaki lied.
"Where's your boyfriend?" he asked smirking.
"Dancing,"
"Interesting… And when exactly do you plan on joining him?"
Misaki shrugged.
"Come on, Misaki. You should hang out with us." Sumi said nodding at Haruhiko's group of friends on the other side of the gym floor.
Misaki glanced at Isaka and Asahina who were waiting with Haruhiko's group for them. His group did seem to be having fun. And Nowaki looked like he waited to find Hiroki so Misaki followed them willingly.
Akihiko's group was just as exciting as it looked. The other girl Abbi-Chan was apparently friends with was with them. And damn was she good!
Almost everyone was dancing, and laughing. Sahara made it her duty to put anyone and everyone back in their place when it came to dirty dancing. She made even Shinobu look bad, which was saying something.
Shinobu himself looked rather distant and Misaki caught him looking around, as if he were expecting someone.
Eventually someone, a very drunk someone that looked over eighteen, had the idea to mix everyone up so they'd have to dance with someone other than who they'd come with. Everyone was okay with this, seeing as many have already switched up anyway. Sahara ran off to get her date Aikawa, supposedly they'd only wanted the cheap tickets, who she hadn't even dance with.
Misaki somehow ended up dancing with Haruhiko. He was surprised that it didn't seem as awkward as it did when he thought about Akihiko. But then again he had been drinking those cups of punch Asahina gave him. And they really hadn't tasted like Cool-Aid.
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"Come on, Hiroki," Nowaki begged, "You said it yourself; no one will remember anything that happened tomorrow morning."
Hiroki took a long sip of his drink, that was somehow blue. He finished it within a couple of seconds and followed Nowaki back to the gym. Normally he would have fought back a little more. But he was getting to spend time with Nowaki, and he knew they wouldn't get to see each other too much.
The music was mainly rap and hip-hop. Neither of which Hiroki was very familiar with. He didn't listen to much music, he preferred reading. But Nowaki, who listened to just about anything, knew a few of them. He even knew a couple foreign songs like Alors on danse and Apprends-moi that were French. Why were they playing French music at a Japanese High-School's Snowball was beyond Hiroki. Maybe the writer was a big enough nerd to actually pay attention to the music videos they watched in French Class?
There were also those songs that everyone knew like Poker-Face and Gives you Hell. Everything was pretty up-beat and fun. Until they started running out of time. They always played the slow songs before the dance ended. Quickly everyone began pairing up and separating from the gangs of friends to be with the one they'd really come to see.
Hiroki and Nowaki stopped as they began the slower songs. Hiroki could tell Nowaki wanted to dance with him to these but he wasn't comfortable with it. These seemed more like the songs guys should dance with their girlfriends to. And it wasn't like he didn't love Nowaki; it just didn't seem the same.
He stepped back, and offered him a weak smile.
"You wanna leave?" Nowaki asked, grinning in a playful way that excited him way too much.
"Yeah," Hiroki breathed as they stepped out of the gym.
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"What the hell are you doing?" Akihiko asked stepping between Misaki and Haruhiko.
"Nothing," Misaki said, a little tipsy, "Just dancing."
Usami looked at him strangely, before punching his brother in the face. "You got him drunk on purpose!"
"I did not," Haruhiko said, one hand holding his bleeding nose.
Misaki muttered something about not being drunk but was ignored.
"Haruhiko, I've always stood back and let you do whatever you want. But I'm not going to watch you take Misaki."
"Excuse me, but I'm not your property." Misaki said, though they continued to ignore him.
"I don't want him," Haruhiko lied, and jumped back as Akihiko tried to punch him.
"Good, because he's mine." Akihiko said, kissing Misaki in front of everyone.
A few of their friends gasped. Sahara and Aikawa quickly got out their cameras and began snapping pictures. Haruhiko and Sumi looked at each before walking away.
"That's right, you better run,"
"Let me go!" Misaki complained as he was dragged to the other side of the gym.
"Stay away from him," Akihiko told him.
"Usami, stop thinking weird. Not everyone's an insane pervert like you,"
Akihiko looked down at him, his eyes serious. "You want to be with him?"
"No!" Misaki said quickly, finally shaking him off.
They looked at each other for awhile.
"That did not count as a confession." Misaki pointed out.
"Of course not," he replied as the DJ announced that they were about to play the last song. He smiled at Misaki, "Last chance for me to win the bet."
"I am not going to dance with you! Haven't you embarrassed me enough tonight?"
"Sorry, Misaki, I'd hate to force you but I can't lose." Akihiko said pulling him back to the dance floor.
Misaki rolled his eyes, thinking, 'Oh, so he hates forcing me?' Though he protested the whole time, he was secretly very excited. Usami could tell he was and soon enough they found themselves alone in the school parking lot.
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Shinobu turned when someone taped him on the back. Miyagi stood behind, looking bored out of his mind. In fact he was more than bored out of his mind. Being stuck at a high school dance where they didn't even play Japanese music, although they were in Japan, was its own special torture.
"Where were you?" Shinobu asked, looking a little pissed off.
"I was in the cafeteria. They tell us to watch but somehow those damn kids still figure out how to sneak alcohol into anything."
Shinobu nodded and sighed, "I knew I should have looked there."
Miyagi responded by grapping his arm and pulling him out into the hallway. They got a couple of stares but no one said anything.
"What are you…"
"So, you thought you could get away with smoking in the bathrooms?" Miyagi asked loudly as they passed one of his fellow teachers. "Wait until your dad finds out!"
Shinobu muttered something and played along as he was dragged toward the offices. Of course, they stopped when they got to Miyagi's room. He unlocked the door and closed it without turning on the lights. Shinobu smiled, realizing why Miyagi had brought him there.
"Maybe this stupid dance wasn't such a bad idea,"
"No it was," Miyagi replied, "But luckily I still get you all week."
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Okay, not the best ending… Whatever, I'm considering a bonus about Prom…
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