Here's the next chapter, but it is the second day of hell week, it's an omake.
Disclaimer- I don't own KHR
Day 2 - manic Mondays.
Senna rolled over in her bed, it was Monday, 2:12 in the morning, and she couldn't sleep. She sat up and pulled her phone out from under her pillow and dialed Yamamotos' number.
"Hello?"
She smiled in triumph, he didn't sound tired either. "Yamamoto I can't sleep, do you want to go to the convenience store and get some blue monster with me?"
"Ha ha, I can't sleep either, so I'll go!"
"Okay, I'll be at your shop to pick you up in ten minutes."
"Sure, I'll be outside!" and he hung up.
Senna closed her phone and threw her legs over the bed and pulled on her skirt, not bothering to put something on over her tank top she pulled her usual jacket one and grabbed the keys to her brothers van, and closed the front door behind her.
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"Just another manic Monday!" Senna sang loudly from the driver's seat of her brothers van
"OHHH!" Yamamoto sang from the passenger's seat.
"I wish it was Sunday!" she sang.
"Just another!-"he sang
"Just another!-"she sang
"Just another!-"he sang
"Just another, manic Monday!-" Senna finally finished, before the two broke into a fit of laughter as the van pulled into the parking lot. She pulled the key out of the ignition and looked at the male sitting beside her. "Yamamoto you are officially one of my best guy friends ever, you are just so cool!" she exclaimed breathlessly.
"Cool to know, same here!" he smiled as he exited the van.
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They now had their drinks, now they were now just browsing their way back to the check out.
Senna stopped and picked up one of the birthday cards. On the front was a well toned guy in nothing but a cowboy hat and denim jeans he had his hands in his pocket and had a sexy look on his face "I was gonna get you one of these for your birthday." She said in a seductive tone, and then opened the card. "But I didn't know your size…" her eyebrows' rose.
Yamamoto looked over her shoulder. "This is in the family section." He picked up a card. "Right next to the kitty." the card had a picture of an angry looking cat with a party hat on.
She put her card back and held back a snicker with her hand. He looked at her clueless, "What, what did I say?" she shook her head. "Oh Yamamoto you just being yourself makes me smile." And she patted him on the back.
"C'mon I think the store clerks are getting pissed off at our loudness. We better check out and leave."
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The two sat in the car, one of the side doors was open and they sat in the opening of the door. Yamamoto finished his blue amp and threw it in the bag for garbage in the van. "So, Senna, what are new doing today at school?"
Senna threw away her purple amp and paused. "I don't know maybe after school we can go sparing or something."
"Cool!"
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A few minutes later she leaned over and nudged him with her elbow. "So Yamamoto See anyone at school who you fancy?"
He frowned and looked away. "Actually there is… Its Gokudera."
Senna was sure as hell surprised. "Gokudera?" Yamamoto gave no response at first, and rested his elbow on his knees and buried his face in his hands and let out a groan. "There must be something wrong with me. I mean I like girls and all that they come with, but I don't know if I still like like them. I think I'm in love with Gokudera, I mean when I kiss him I feel fantastic, I enjoy being around him and everything."
She rubbed Yamamotos back, "I understand. My brothers are gay, with each other… Have you ever kissed a girl?" he shook his head. "And you don't know if you still like girls, you know kissing them and stuff." He shook his head again and groaned out. "What should I do?"
Senna rested her head on her chin. "Well, you could try kissing a girl and decide if you like kissing girls or Gokudera better. You could go as far with her, as you did with Gokudera, and see witch you prefer."
He sat up and smiled. "Your right!"
She nodded "Of course I am- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"
Yamamoto had grabbed her wrists and pushed her onto the floor of the back of the van. "Can I try kissing you, since you mentioned it and all?" Senna blinked and gave him a blank look. "And you are like my only lady friend?"
"….."
"Just as friends' right?"
"Of course!" he replied
"….."
Senna sighed a looked away, "Just, close the door we don't want anyone peeping." He beamed and nodded and reached back to close the door, while she pulled herself in the back of the van and sat up and reached behind her and closed the curtains to the other door.
Now that she really thought about it. The inside of her brothers van looked like it had been present at Woodstock. There were beads hanging from the ceiling tie-dye curtains and pillows that looked like they should belong to the jimmy Hendrix furniture collection at sears and a bean bag in the corner and don't forget the shag rug.
As if Yamamoto was reading her thoughts he piped up. "Before we start may I say the inside of your van looks like on great big tie dye shirt?" She leaned back into one of the pillows and sweat dropped before closing her eyes. "Ya I know." She shrugged out of her jacket know it would just get in the way.
When she opened her eyes she squeaked as Yamamoto pressed his lips against hers in a semi forceful kiss. The pillow slide out from under her and her head rested against the floor, and her hair pooled out around her.
One of his arms wrapped around her waist and the other around her neck, still keeping his elbows pressed against the floor so he didn't crush her. He pulled her body closer to his, as one of his legs went in between her legs.
That continued for a few more minutes and finally, he pulled away and pulled her head back and began licking and sucking on the front of her neck. Her fingers fisted the shag rug under the two.
"You actually went this far with him?" she breathed out. He nodded and pulled away from her neck for a brief moment. "Ya, but he was squirming a lot more then you are." His knee ground against her nether regions and she let out a gasp.
"Oh my gosh! I hope you didn't rape the poor boy." She felt his chest rumble against her slightly in silent laughter. Yamamoto made his way back up her neck and along her haw line and when his lips locked with her once more, his kiss was least fierce and Hungry and more relaxed and comforting, his tongue coaxing her to participate as well.
One hand untangled its self from her hair and the other, the one holding her up by the lower part of her back unwrapped itself and with the other, pushed her tank top up and roamed up her shirt, and over her stomach and ribs
Senna opened her eyes as they lips pulled away from each other, and they looked into each other's eyes, and they ended it with a smudging their lips together in a lazy kiss. Her pulled away and sat back up and covered his lips with the back of his hand, and she did the same.
He looked away and held out a hand and helped her sit up. "So what do you like better?"
He looked back and opened the side to let her get out. "Ya, I'm sorry but I think I'm in love with Gokudera." Senna looked at him. "Don't get me wrong you're a very attractive woman and a very good kisser but I'm gonna stick with my Hayato."
She climbed out of the van and noticed her skirt was seriously riding up she turned around and scowled at Yamamoto as he scratched the back of his head sheepishly. He climbed out as well and she pulled her skirt back down into place so nothing was showing.
Senna and Yamamoto walked around the side of the van and climbed into the front and she stared the ignition. "Hey Senna?"
She turned to look at the male. "Ya Yamamoto?"
He grinned and stuck out his fist. "Just friends." She smiled back and bumped his fist with her own. "Ya just friends, oh and Yamamoto?"
"Hmm? What?"
"Just another manic Monday!"
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OMG there was nothing to do all day then to type this chapter.
This actually happened to a friend of mine she and a guy friend were chilling at a dollar general in her moms' minivan while her older sister umm 'chatted with her boyfriends.' But the beginning part was from a Shane Dawson video I watched the other day. I just added a little something something here and there. So it would make more sense.