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12 - Adopting people
She was standing right in front of all the take out food, in the lame excuse of a half decent restaurant section of the supermarket, trying to decided what would be her dinner that night.
Because one thing was for sure, she was not in the mood for cooking!
She had been right. The fat, greasy guy from the car shop was really trying to empty her bank account.
To top it off, her mother had called, yet again, asking a whole bunch of random questions, only to ended up asking the one and only question her mother was waiting an actual answer from. Boys. A steady, serious boyfriend, to be more specific.
And the entire -almost one sided- conversation with her mother had giving her a headache.
So, no, she was not in the mood to cook something.
The only high point in her entire day had been the call she had finally came up with the courage to make.
A phone call she had been dying to make the entire weekend, but was too afraid of actually make. She didn't want to seem pushy or needy. Or desperate.
Which, of course, she was.
The desperate part, at least. She was completely, utterly, bloody desperate to see that tall blonde woman again. She felt like an anxious high school girl all over again!
So that day, at exactly two thirty eight in the afternoon, she had finally gave up to her own need of at the very least hear that blonde's voice again, and made the call. And considering the blonde had answered her call right before the second ring, making her heart jumped up in content, she must of being somewhat anxious as well.
She had apologized to her, saying something along the lines of 'if you're busy I can call you later'. But the blonde had completely dismissed the comment, and Michiru had been more than thrilled about it.
They had talked a little, and then they had both agreed on meeting up wednesday night and go out for dinner. 'And then we'll see', the blonde had said, and she could of swore she could hear her mischievous smile.
She could even picture it, playing on those lips of hers.
And now wednesday wouldn't come soon enough. It was barely monday! She couldn't wait!
"Hi there!" came a female voice from behind her, getting her out of her little reverie.
She turned around, to come face to face with the tall brunette she had met the previous saturday, at that bar she had went to with Ami and Rei.
"Hi!" she greeted back "Makoto, was it, right?"
"Yeah, hi!" she said again, smiling warmly and friendly at her. She then noticed what the aquamarine haired girl had been staring at, and she frowned "You're not gonna eat that, are you?"
Michiru frowned too "Um... yeah, actually" she answered, finding the brunette's face expression quite amusing "Why?"
"That's not good" Makoto said, and then she smiled up to her, taking her by the arm and guiding her away from the take out food.
"I'm feeding you, then" she announced.
"What?" she asked, confused "Oh, no, please! I'm fine, really!"
"Nonsense!" Makoto exclaimed, not really willing to argue about it "I'm already feeding Rei tonight, so it's really not a problem. Besides, I love to cook!" she exclaimed, beaming "You're just giving me a good excuse!"
"Sounds like you don't do it often enough" Michiru commented, smiling too.
"Oh no, I do" she said "But usually it's just Haruka and I, and that blonde's eating habits are... well, boring"
Michiru's attention peeked up at the mention of her new favorite blonde's name.
"Why?" she asked, intrigued.
"Oh, she could eat almost anything and be perfectly fine with it" Makoto explain "But give her a salad, any kind of salad, and she would die a happy woman!" she exclaimed, rolling her eyes, as if pointing out how ridiculous it actually was "I swear, that girl should have roots instead of feet!"
Michiru giggled, and they both made their way to the registers, and then out of the supermarket, into Makoto's car.
The brunette was being really friendly, and funny too, but Michiru couldn't help but feel nervous. She didn't really know how the blonde was going to react upon seeing her in her own house, without notice, to have dinner with them.
And, what worried her the most, she wasn't sure she would be able to control herself and not throw herself into the tall woman's arms...
They finally reached the house, and get out of the car. Makoto guided her inside, and upon entering the living room, they found a tall blonde woman laying on her stomach, sprawled over the floor, bare feet up in the air, waving to the beat of the rock music she was listening to.
There were some notebooks and papers all around her, a seemingly forgotten cup of coffee in one hand, and she was deeply concentrated on the laptop right in front of her green eyes.
"Hi there, missy" Makoto said to the blonde, trying to get her attention, and turning the volume off a little.
"Hey! I'm listening to that!" the blonde complained, looking up at her roommate.
And then she saw the girl standing right next to her, and for a moment, locked eyes with the aquamarine haired girl. They shared a brief, secret smile, before Haruka's eyes flickered back to her roommate.
"Well, we have company, so don't be rude!" Makoto answered her, crossing her arms over her chest "You remember Rei's friend, Michiru, right?" she said.
The blonde nodded her head, smiling at the aquamarine haired girl.
"I'm adopting her for the night" the brunette informed "You don't mind, do you?"
"No, not at all. You adopted Rei too, right?" she said, eyes back on the screen "She called and said she was running late or something"
"What are you doing?" Makoto asked walking up to her, intrigued over the blonde's concentration.
"Checking my e-mail" she answered, not really looking up, but fully aware of the aquamarine haired woman taking a sit on the couch, right next to her "I've been invited to an exclusive beach party" she announced.
"Really?" Makoto asked, excited "Where?"
"Aruba" the blonde answered, in a serious tone of voice "And I also won the national lottery from some country in Africa I've never really heard of. All I have to do is give them my bank account's number" she took a sip of her coffee, frowning.
But then her eyes got wide open, and she looked all excited "Oh, this is my favorite!" she exclaimed "They're giving some free, still on testing phase, medicine to enlarge my penis, increase my libido and improve my sex life"
Michiru giggled, and Makoto just rolled her eyes.
"Possible side effects still under study" Haruka red, and then she smiled up to Makoto "Hey, I think I just found your Mutant's secret!" then she frowned, and tilted her head to the side, deep in thought.
"What mutant?" Michiru asked.
"He's not a mutant!" Makoto exclaimed. She was about to add something, when the phone got their attention.
The white, cordless phone that was resting right next to Haruka's hand.
"You think that's why he's so stupid?" she asked, completely ignoring the phone "Maybe that's one of the side effects..."
"Aren't you gonna answer that?" Makoto asked to her roommate, pointing at the still ringing phone.
"It's for you" the blonde answered, with a somewhat annoyed expression on her face.
"How can you possibly know...?" Makoto started, but Haruka simply lifted her hand to silence her, and then pointed to the answering machine.
"Makoto, bella, is me, Antonio" came the somewhat metallic voice from the answering machine.
Michiru and Makoto both turned to the machine, and then back to look at Haruka, surprised at the blonde's guess, completely ignoring the rest of the message.
"How did you know?" Michiru asked.
"That's message number eight" she answered, and then looked back at her roommate, narrowing her green eyes at her "In less than an hour" she added.
"I guess I should have given him my cell number instead" Makoto mumbled, playing with her ponytail.
"You think?" Haruka asked, obviously annoyed now "Please get rid of him" she begged.
"He sounds charming" Michiru said, smiling to the brunette.
"He's not" Haruka argued "He's a freaking mutant with a really annoying accent, and his harassing tendencies are starting to creep me out!" she exclaimed "Didn't he have a ranch to go back to or something?"
"Vineyard" Makoto corrected her.
"Whatever" the blonde said, rolling her eyes, and sitting up on the floor "Just get rid of him, or at least get him to stop calling every ten freaking minutes, unless you want me to kill the answering machine!" she exclaimed "Again!" she then added.
"Why do you call him a mutant?" Michiru asked, amused. Her blue eyes shinning at the blonde, and they both knew it was not only because of her amusement.
"He's big" Makoto answered for her roommate, smiling proudly "Really big"
"Oh, I see" Michiru frowned, still amused "How exactly do you know he's a mutant?" she asked, looking at Haruka.
"It's kinda hard to miss when your ass is on the floor and he's dancing right in front of you, in all his naked glory" the blonde mumbled, slightly embarrassed as her friend just laughed at her.
"He ran into her when walking out of the bathroom" the brunette explained.
"What kind of half decent man walks around completely naked on someone else's house, runs you over, and then simply stays there, looking down on you, saying 'escuse, escuse', without even covering himself!" Haruka exclaimed, exasperated. She looked at Michiru "And the accent? Really annoying!"
"He's italian!" Makoto exclaimed, as if that was explanation enough "He didn't know I have a roommate, ok? Don't be so hard on him" she said, now making her way to the kitchen, bags in her arms "I'm going to start dinner, would you be nice, for once in your life, and show her around a little?" she said, not really waiting for an answer, before disappearing down the hallway.
Haruka smiled up to Michiru "Sure"