A/N:
I 'm an avid photographer. But what I mean by avid is, I ain't a very good photographer, but I do own an SLR camera, and I love taking random shots. The first photograph that I really loved is a polaroid taken when I was about 3 years old, and I was wearing a red and white polka dotted baby doll dress. :P
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Polaroid Shots to Remember
He tried to cover his ears when someone blared a horn at him. Shooting that someone with a death glare, he plunged into the crowd to look for his friend, Toru Ishikawa. Honestly, why the heck was he is so eager to attend this Jazz Music festival just to please a girl in his class?
"Oh! Miyamura."
Izumi turned to his left and held his breath. Kyoko Hori ran up to him, wearing jeans and a light pink shirt, her brown hair tied up in a neat high ponytail, the ends of it were skimming her shoulder blades.
"I didn't even know you like jazz. I thought guys like you prefer rock and punk?" She said, peering around his shoulder. "Where's your friend?"
He shrugged, unable to say much, too mesmerized with drinking on her presence. "Somewhere. I like a bit of jazz, too."
"That's great!" she beamed at him, holding out a Polaroid camera. "Listen, I'm in charge of taking souvenir photos, but for you, I'm giving you a free one. Smile!"
She stepped closer to him, positioning the camera with her hand and extending it slightly above them. Izumi can smell the green apple scent of shampoo.
Snap!
"Here you go. It's on me." She handed him a small square film print. "It's still a bit wet, but it will dry in a minute or two."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome. Enjoy today's events. See you!" she gave him a big smile, blinding him with it, and she gave a small wave before turning to the group of freshmen who wanted to take a group shot.
Izumi felt slow smile forming on his mouth. Kyoko Hori's oblivious smile and the look of bliss on his face is forever immortalized on the thick glossy piece of paper he now held on between his fingers.
A/N: Let me know what you think.