I was never drinking again. Ever.
I groaned, rolling up out of my chair to inspect my refection in my vanity. Even with Prada sunglasses on, the light was too bright. The bulbs covering around the frame burned like miniature suns, sending arrows at my eyes. My head felt like sand on the beach, being pounded again and again by relentless waves. At least I still looked ok. I ran a hand through my silky blonde locks and slumped back into the cozy winged armchair.
There was a knock just outside my door. Too loud. I groaned again.
"What do you want?" I said, settling my head into my elbow in attempts to block out the light in the room.
"Er… Kuranosuke?" came a hesitant voice. Shu. Joy.
"What do you want," I said, not bothering to move from my position as Shu opened the door, and shifted awkwardly into the room.
"Well, I just um…. How are you?"
I waved a hand in a general gesture.
"Dandy. What do you want."
"Er… ah… I mean…. Ah never mind..."
"How was your date?" I asked, carelessly, before he had a chance to slip out. I knew whatever he wanted to ask must be something to do with Tsukimi. The only time he only got like this was when he was embarrassed or uncertain, and anything to do with women certainly qualified.
"It was good…" he said, running a hand through his short dark hair. He wore a version of the same thing he wore everyday- a grey suit with a plain white shirt and a red tie. How simply boring. There was truly no way that he and I could be any more different- he was serious where I was playful, he wore glasses and talked business with my father, and I wore the latest heels from Christian Louboutin and didn't give a single flying rat about what my fathers expectations of me were. It was clear in my mind that Shu should be the one to go into politics and carry on the family business of boringness, and that I was destined for more grand adventures in the world of fashion. And yet despite all of this, there was closeness between Shu and I- it was a friendship formed strangely considering our differences in age, interests and backgrounds, and yet I never doubted that it was there. I had never really though of the fact that he hadn't had a girlfriend before- now that I thought about it, I can't remember him ever showing any interest in a women of any kind until now. And now, it just had to be Tsukimi….
"Well, tell me more," I said, shifting in my seat to glare at him pretentiously, but I think the effect was lost due to my sunglasses. "How was it? Did you kiss her?"
"K-kiss?" he said. His face when from cherry blossom pink to tomato to eggplant in a matter of seconds.
"Please don't get a nosebleed. Do you know how hard it is to get blood out of this carpet?"
"No, we didn't k-kiss. But I… I told her I liked her…" He blushed again, pushing at his glasses. I struggled to push away the coolness that had spread over my chest, wrapping an icy chill like an autumn frost around my body.
"That's great. What did she say?" I said, sounding intrigued, feeling hollow. He pushed at his glasses again, looking at me honestly.
"Nothing really… The table got messed up because it was windy- we were sitting outside in the best seat of the house- and she just disappeared to the bathroom, and that was kind of the end of it…" He sighed, sounding like me. "I don't know if it too soon, but…"
"Spit it out, Shu. I have things to do today you know." Like throwing up after this conversation.
He looked strait at me, a new confidence forming in his face. Oh no. I had a sinking feeling.
"I'm going to ask her to marry me." He said, eyes shining.