Me: Chapter three already!
Karson27: Congratulations. You survived this long.
Me: I know! Amazing right? I think everyone will get a kick out of this chapter.
Karson27: Don't ruin it.
Me: I'm not gonna! I'm saying that they'll think it's funny when you and I go to –
Karson27: For once, shut up child. I'm gonna start the story this time.
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I still had no idea what happened at the Ball with Kyoya and Tailyr but neither of them acted like anything had been said. They were still friends and he didn't act any different, for the most part, around me. I just pushed the thought out of my head and forgot about it, besides, life was happening to quick to dwell on the past.
"Hey, Karsyn-sempai, Tailyr-semapi," Haruhi said coming up to the table we were hosting at. None of us had any guests, which was unusual. Kyoya had been right when he predicted that there would be a flood of customers for Tailyr and I to whoo.
"Hey Haruhi," I said. "What's up?"
"Are you guys doing anything this weekend?" she asked.
"No," Tailyr answered. "Why?"
She sighed, like the long suffering saint she was. "Well, see, my dad wants to meet you guys and have you over so, you think you could spend the night at my house tomorrow night?" she asked.
"That sounds fun!" my best friend said happily.
"It's not going to be like where you've been staying though. I'm not rich, so no maids or cooks."
"Thank god," I sighed and Tailyr nodded in feverish agreement. "We're so sick of being waited on hand and foot. You can't frigging do anything without someone asking if they can do it for you. It's more work than just doing it by ourselves."
"Amen."
"There's something else that I have to tell you," she said, fidgeting with her fingers nervously. "My dad's a … cross dresser. Like he wears womens' clothing and he works at a tranny bar."
For a moment, Tailyr and I stared, unsure of what to say. Finally, Tailyr – in her true oblivious to all differences fashion – broke the ice. "So, it's like having a mom and a dad all in one?" she asked.
I gave her a you-can't-be-serious look and then Haruhi and I burst out laughing. Tailyr apparently didn't get the joke. "Sure, Tailyr," I said patting the top of her head. "That's exactly it. Sure, Haruhi. We're up for it. We'll bring our clothes and go home with you after school."
"Sounds like a plan," she smiled walking away as she now had customers.
"I still don't get what's so funny," Tailyr said, shaking her head.
I just laughed a little more.
-Tailyr-
"Are you two just the cutest things?" a woman, no wait, that was Haruhi's dad, cooed, squishing Karsyn and I in a big hug. The tranny thing wasn't a big deal but Haruhi could've warned us that her dad acted just like Tamaki. "Now, which is which?"
"I'm Karsyn Campbell and this is Tailyr Mitchell," Karsyn said formally.
"And you girls can call me Ranka, that's my stage name," he said.
Why was this guy a prettier girl than most women I knew? I guess cross dressing ran in the family. "Oh, so you're like Ozzy Osborne?" I asked, not thinking that Ranka probably didn't know who Ozzy Osborne was. I was right he didn't, I could tell by the look on his face but Haruhi interjected.
"Dad, we need to change from our uniforms now," she said. "We'll be right back."
Karsyn and I followed her through the pleasantly simple apartment. It wasn't as grand as the mansion but that was the beauty of it. I didn't think that I'd ever get used to the rich life style and Haruhi's house was beautiful relief from it. The three of us fit easily and comfortably into her room.
"You're so lucky that you don't have to wear these dumb dresses, Haruhi," I said as we all began changing. I still despised that horrendous yellow monstrosity the headmaster called a stylish dress. I pulled on a Panic! At the Disco shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.
"I agree," she said smiling. She wore a pair of plaid shorts and a white tee shirt that said 'Eternal' on it in navy blue to match the shorts, with a twisting design on the background. "Those are kind of horrible. That's why I didn't buy one in the first place."
"That and they cost an arm and a leg," Karsyn said, turning to face us. She had on jean shorts and a Mayday Parade shirt on. I was pretty sure that the only shirts we owned were either band shirts that we'd – or friends – had bought us from concerts or Hot Topic shirts. I practically owned everything in the store – except the jeans. Not that I didn't want a pair because I wanted one of every style – I just didn't have money for a sixty dollar pair of pants. No matter how cool.
Haruhi laughed. "That too.'
We went back into the kitchen.
"Hey ladies," Ranka cooed. "So, what do you wanna do?"
"We're going to go to the supermarket to get something for dinner," Haruhi said. "We'll be back."
She led us away, down the streets. She lived in a nice neighborhood, like sixth street back in our hometown. I lived in slightly ratty area, full of old people living on disability and social security. Karsyn lived the next town which was full of mostly drug attics and rundown buildings. Nothing was really standing and functioning. It was usually one or the other.
"Is there a lot of crime around here?" Karsyn asked as we walked.
Haruhi shook her head. "No. I mean, it's not perfect but nothing really happens often. It's an every once in a while kind of thing."
"That's a good thing. I wouldn't raise children in a rough neighborhood like some parents," I agreed.
"Well, with you here, chances are the crime rate is going to more than double," Karsyn mumbled.
I gave her a level look. "And what are you insinuating when you say-" WHAM! I hit something or something hit me. I wasn't really sure but it knocked me onto my back.
-Karsyn-
Tailyr and I should really pay attention to where we walk. Tailyr especially, who had an extensive track record of injuring herself because she didn't pay attention to what she was doing. I would trip and maybe skin my knee, Tailyr would trip and have to go to the hospital for fifteen stitches.
"Tailyr-sempai!" Haruhi cried.
She'd slammed into some a pole and there was now blood coming from her bead. She was always a bleeder, her paper cuts gushing blood for thirty minutes and this time wasn't any different. There was blood everywhere.
"That hurt," she groaned, putting a hand over the wound. She had her eyes closed and her head was rocking from side to side.
"Hold still," I scolded her. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. "Haruhi, call an ambulance and then call Mori-sempai to have him meet us at the hospital." She did as I told her.
"Karsyn?" Tailyr groaned.
I pulled her into a sitting posistion. People were circling around and staring now, mumbling things. I didn't have a jacket or anything to press onto the wound to make it stop bleeding, or at least quell it. Blood was all over her face, dripping onto her shirt, getting in her eye.
"Only you," I sighed. "Could walk with the intensity to where if you hit a pole, you'll bleed out from the brain."
She only offered a weak chuckle. Head injuries were serious, even with Tailyr's thick skull and I'd seen her get a concussion once so bad that she was out instantly. This one probably wasn't as serious but I knew she had one.
"Do you know where you're at, Tailyr?" she asked.
She kind of looked around, a child like innocence in her eyes. "Sixth street?"
"No. What year is it?"
"2010."
"No. Who'd the president?"
"... Bush?"
She didn't answer a single question right and I knew she wasn't joking. That ambulance needed to hurry up before she started throwing up or passed out. The only thing I could do was keep her conscious.
Finally, the ambulance came and Haruhi and I got to ride with Tailyr. Eight stitches and a concussion – only Tailyr.
"Don't let her fall asleep for a while," the doctor said after we'd been there for like, four hours. "If she starts getting sick or dizzy, bring her back."
"I know the drill. This is only her third concussion. Anymore and her brain's going to melt out of her ears."
"Really?" Tailyr asked.
I sighed.
They released us and Mori met us in the waiting room. He looked pretty worried about Tailyr, though she was going to be fine, once the headache went away in a couple of days. Until then, she wasn't going to be in a good mood and the stitches came out in a week.
"Don't give me that look," Tailyr said, slightly scolding, slight irritated, and slightly tired. "I didn't get in a fight. I ran into a pole because I'm an idiot."
It was amazing that she could read his mind. She would have to since the boy hardly ever spoke a word, though I guess around Tailyr and Honey he spoke a bit more. I didn't know if it was because he was shy or his Bushido.
"C'mon Haruhi," I said grabbing her by the arm. "We're intruding. Have her back at Haruhi's house before eleven thirty, Mori-sempai."
He nodded and I drug Haruhi away.
-Tailyr-
My head freaking hurt and everyone talking made it worse but then again, Takeshi's lack of vocals is the thing that I loved most about him. He didn't find it necessary to fill every waking second with useless noise.
We walked around the park for a while, to keep me awake. Finally, we stopped in a mostly secluded spot, since neither of us were really people people. He held my hand and stared at me sorrowfully. I couldn't begin to imagine how he was rationalizing that it was all his fault or something like that. He felt the absolute need to protect everyone around him – which was cute but completely impossible with me. He did put up a good fight though.
"Don't look at me like that," I told him again, making a face. "I'm going to be fine. I've had a million stitches. Crap happens – and usually to me so no worries."
He sighed and kissed the bandages on my head. I turned super red from the contact because any kind of emotion embarrassed me. I figured he liked the fact that he was about the only person in the world who could make me act human – ish.
"Be more careful next time," he requested. "You're going to give me a heart attack."
I smiled at him, chuckling a little. I slid my arms around his waist and hugged him. "A little CPR might do you some good Takeshi," I told him. "I'm not making any promises on the results but I'll try on the careful thing as long as you try not to beat yourself up when I fail miserably."
Takeshi smiled down at me slyly, which he could be pretty sly when he wanted to be. "Deal."
"Seal it with a kiss?"
He smiled even bigger and sealed the deal.
I feel like such a skeez for not posting sooner but life and writers block caught up with me. I apologize. This was a fun kind of mostly cheese ballie chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed it! I promise to work a little more! Please REVIEW!