"Ugh…why am I fussing over this?!" I asked no one in particular as I fell on my bed.
I started up at my ceiling and watched a few paper cranes and paper stars that I hung up on the ceiling with some string and tape dangle and move around. I never thought picking out an outfit would be so hard…English is easy compared to this.
"Why do I even care what Ryoma thinks of me?" I asked myself as I started to pace my room. "It's not like he'll care about what I wear…but I do want to make a good impression…but it's only a friendly date. We're best friends…but he is cute and adorable…and how he stands up for me does make him look like one of those knights in shinning armor…wait…THIS IS TOTALLY OF TOPIC!" I screamed as I started to tug on some of my short hair that had grown to just above my shoulders in the past month. "It's just a friendly date. Nothing special or romantic. And since when did I start feeling this way?" I asked as I pulled a white t-shirt over my head. "Iie [it means No incase some of you forgot the meaning]." I said as I took off the shirt and tossed it into the 'Iie' pile. "Knowing Ryoma it won't be anything formal…" I thought as I tossed all my skirts and nice fancy clothes and dresses into the 'Iie' pile. "Maybe…GYA! WHY IS THIS SO HARD!" I shouted as I heard a chuckle.
I turned around to see my amused Okaa-San leaning against the doorframe of my room. She was smiling at me as she walked up to me and engulfed me in a hug.
"My little girl is in love…" Okaa-San sighed as I blushed bright red.
"H-How long have you been there?" I asked as Okaa-San let go of me and chuckled as she made her way to my closet.
"Ever since 'but he is cute and adorable'." she chuckled as she held out a pair of black skinny jeans, a white tank top, and a yellow hoodie with an orange sunset on the bottom. "You picked out this outfit for today last night, remember?"
I blinked before slowly taking the clothes in my hand.
"Oh…I knew that. Arigato Okaa-San." I thanked as she waved her hand in the air and walked to her room saying something about getting her camera.
I quickly put on the clothes and once I did I heard the doorbell ring. I quickly shoved my wallet and cell phone in my pocket as started downstairs. I stopped at the top of the stairs to see Aniki had answered the door and was talking with Ryoma. I walked down the stairs and stood next to Aniki.
"Hi Ryoma." I greeted with a smile as Ryoma blushed a bit and lowered his cap.
"I have a phone call to make." Aniki excused himself as he walked away while Okaa-San came rushing down with a camera.
"One picture!" she shouted as I looked at Ryoma.
He shrugged his shoulder and stood next to me. We both gave a small smile as Okaa-San took the picture.
"Don't forget your curfew!" she shouted as she headed upstairs while cooing over how cute the picture was. I put on my red converse and exited the house with Ryoma. I also remembered to lock the door.
"Gomen." I apologized as he waved it off.
"It's ok." he said as we walked in silence.
It was then that I noticed what Ryoma was wearing. Light blue jeans that had holes around the knees and a red polo shirt with a dark grey and black striped hoodie zipper-up, tennis shoes and of course…his cap.
"Where are we going?" I asked as I looked at Ryoma to see he was smirking.
"That's a surprise." he said as I frowned.
"I'm not too good with surprises…" I answered as he kept that crooked smirk on his face.
Man he looked so cute. I shook my head and looked forward. Soon my eyesight was blocked.
"Hey-"
"Relax." Ryoma said causing me to instantly calm down. "I want it to be a surprise." he whispered in my ear as I cocked an eyebrow.
"Why do you-" I stopped once I heard the sound of a metal fence door swinging open and closing. I could hear the noise of a ball being hit-Oh no.
"Ryoma, please tell me-"
"We're here." Ryoma said as he removed his hand from my eyes revealing myself in a tennis court.
"Bye." I said as I turned around to try and leave only to be held back by Ryoma who had his arm around my waist.
"No. I'm teaching you tennis...Well how to serve." he informed as I frowned.
"You have no racquets or tennis balls." I said as he let go of me.
"Frowns don't suit you. You look cuter when you smile." he said as he went to the benches on the side of the court and pulled out a tennis racquet and a few tennis balls.
He handed me a tennis racquet and showed me how I was suppose to correctly hold it.
"First we'll start with a basic serve." Ryoma started after he taught me how to hold the tennis racquet.
"It's a waist of time to teach me tennis." I said as he ignored me and served an underhand serve.
"How hard can it be to learn tennis? All you do is run around and try to hit a ball. Now. Just drop the ball and then hit it when it's just at the right spot." Ryoma said as he handed me a tennis ball. I tried to do it…I came out successful…well…I mean I hit it…when it reached the other side it was out.
"Well at least you hit it." Ryoma said as he tossed me another ball which I fumbled with. "Now try a normal serve." he said as I tossed the ball up in the air and tried to hit it, only to miss. "Ok you've got it all wrong." he mumbled as he walked up to me.
He stood right behind me and close enough that our bodies touched. He put his head next to mine and he grabbed my hands with his own. He bent his knees causing me to bend mine and tossed the ball in the air. When the ball was just in the right spot he moved my arm so that I actually hit the ball. The ball traveled to the other side of the court and actually landed in the service box!
"Wow…" I murmured as I looked at the ball that rolled up against the fence.
"See your not a lost cause." Ryoma smirked.
"I never said I was a lost cause." I pouted. "Besides you helped me…and I'm good at tennis it's just…my coordination at the sport isn't to well…"
"Heh…well I bet you'll be glad to hear that we're gonna leave the court and go somewhere else." Ryoma said as I instantly smile.
"Really?" I asked as he nodded. "So…where are we going?" I asked as we left the courts.
"Surprise." he said as I pouted.
"A hint at least?" I asked with hope as he shook his head with a 'Iie'.
I gave a small pout as he smirked at me. I sighed and looked up at the sky while mindlessly following him. A few minutes of walking he stopped suddenly causing me to bump into him. I apologized before looking up at the shop's name.
"A ramen stand?" I questioned before I grinned. "I like ramen." I stated as I swore Ryoma looked a bit relieved.
"Good. Well come on." he said as he walked into the stand and sat down on one of the stools while I sat down next to him. "What kind do you like?" he asked as I looked at the menu.
"I like beef. You?" I asked as he also looked at the menu.
"Beef." he answered as he ordered two bowls of beef ramen.
We mainly chatted as we waited for our ramen to be done.
"Oh so sorry! We ran out of beef ramen! But you two can share." the chief exclaimed as he held out one steaming bowl of beef ramen.
"I don't mind." I shrugged as Ryoma shrugged too and broke his chopsticks.
"BUUUUUUUUUUURNING!!!" I heard someone from inside the kitchen shout.
"OI PUT THAT DOWN! WHO GAVE HIM THE DAMN RACKET?! [hey how do you spell racket? Like tennis racket. Is it racket or racquet?]" A female voice screeched as the chief nervously rubbed his head as he muttered a 'be back' before he ran into the kitchen.
"Did you notice he wore a fake moustache?" I asked Ryoma as I slurp some noodles while he nodded his head.
"90% They'll know we're here." a voice said over the commotion as Ryoma and I merely ignored it and continued to eat.
"90%? How can they not know we're here?" a voice snapped as someone cleared their throat.
"They're both-" that's all I heard before a loud crash was heard.
Ryoma and I where too busy trying to figure out what was going back there that we didn't notice we where both slurping on the same piece of noodle while our faces got closer [cliché! Yes I know]. Soon our lips lightly touched and our we where facing each other.
"EEP!" A few female voices squealed.
"Ah young love! Makes me wish I was young again." a voice in front of us sang as I bit into the noodle in my mouth and quickly turned my head.
"Your only a year older than them Mo-OW! Nya~." a voice from the back said as it was followed by a loud crash.
Ryoma also turned the other way as a tint of scarlet brushed across our cheeks…great just great. I lost my first kiss. But it was sorta nice…STOP! Bad thoughts…Ryoma's a friend…just a friend…the rest of the time was quiet and the chief kept going from the kitchen to where we where. It was weird. When we were about to pay and leave the chief, whose moustache was crooked and hanging on his lip, said the ramen was free so we just left and started to walk around. It was quiet and the silence was sorta bugging me.
"The chief sorta looked like Momo-Senpai with a fake moustache." I commented as Ryoma nodded his head in agreement.
"The kitchen was very loud." he said as we walked into the park.
"Hey do you hear that?" I asked as I swore I heard a bush rustle and a few voices whispering.
"Yeah…probably the wind." he said as he shrugged it off.
[WARNING!!! MAJOR RYOMA OOC!!]
We mainly walked around the park and we played on the playground a bit. The tense and uncomfortable atmosphere between us left when we started swinging. It was a first but…when we went on that spinney thing I burst out into giggles as I threw my head back and watched the night sky spin around Ryoma actually joined me and started to laugh with me. We went on the slide as swung on the monkey bars. We raced around the playground and acted like 4 year olds who where enjoying their lives. We even went on the seesaw. It was only 7:30pm so we went to go get some ice cream before we headed home.
"Oh did you see Tomo's face when Shiki spilt water on her shoes?" I asked as I licked my vanilla soft serve.
"Yeah. Looked like she was going to kill her." Ryoma agreed as I glanced at him.
"But she wouldn't. I mean she wouldn't lay a finger on her." I clarified as he sent me a questioning look.
"Oh? And why is that?" he asked as we sat on a park bench.
"She's in you fan club. One rule is you never hurt a fellow Ryoma Fan Girl Club Member." I answered as he gave me a scared look causing me to chuckle. "Don't worry I'm not in the fan club. I get teased and bullied remember?" I asked as I gestured to my hair.
Ryoma looked a bit sad at that statement. He looked at the ground and just held his ice cream in his hand.
"Gomen…" he apologized as I looked at him with a shocked expression. "It's my fault you're being bullied."
"Why are you apologizing?" I inquired as I raised an eyebrow. "Aren't I the one who says 'Gomen…' and you start saying how I shouldn't be saying gomen?" I teased as I gave him a small smile before looking up at the sky. "Besides you can't help that your good looking and irresistible and I've got you to protect me…my Knight in Shining Armor…even though you tend to get me in more trouble…" I mumbled the last part to myself as Ryoma smirked at me.
"Knight in Shining Armor?" he repeated, obviously amused at my reference to him.
"Yeah…what? Would you rather me refer to you as…my own Samurai?" I asked as he chuckled a bit.
"I like Knight in Shining Armor better." he said as I smiled at him. "So…you think I'm good looking and irresistible?" he asked with a smirk as I blushed.
"H-Hey don't use my words against me…" I muttered as I looked at his ice cream cone. "It's melting." I stated as he looked at it.
"It is…" he said as the ice cream dripped down his finger.
He started to lick his ice cream as I too licked my ice cream. We just sat there for the rest of the night. Talking, finishing our ice cream, and a few times Ryoma would tease me causing me to blush slightly. When It was time to go home Ryoma was nice enough to walk me to the front steps. I bid him a farewell and entered the house. I headed upstairs and took a quick shower before getting ready to go to sleep. And the good thing...I DIDN'T GET HIT WITH A TENNIS BALL!
"Owie!" I shouted as I fell back on the floor with a thud as the neon green fuzzy ball rolled infront of me.
"GOMEN!" I heard two childish voices shout as I sat up and rubbed my head.
Tennis isn't my thing.