A/N: Sorry for the short chapter! And sorry for the wait! In fact, just sorry! I suck. I probably could have written out the actual date in this chapter too, but I was honestly just too scared I'd get really picky and not upload it ever and I feel like this is better than nothing! I hope! Anyways, it shouldn't be too hard to write the rest of the date, so if you guys want me to continue writing this stuff out, please review! I fucking love reviews. They're like crack; it's just crazy. Please, I need my fix. Please? Ahem, anyways, story commence!
"Sorry again for intruding. I hope you feel better!"
"Don't be sorry – hell, I'm the one that should be sorry. I was acting really weird, and I fainted in front of you – made you worry...yeah, sorry about all that. I'm just a really weird person period!" I laughed, trying to lighten the dreary mood. Man, I really did not lie there though – I'm super fucking weird. This girl is nothing like the one in my dreams – besides their names, and well, gender, there's nothing else similar. I think. Well, she is pretty cute – but off of that train of thought!
"So, I'll see ya later?" Cracking what I hoped looked like an amiable smile, I nodded and waved goodbye – and as an afterthought, bowed as well to show my gratefulness. Like a well-bred lady, she did the same.
After closing the door, I slumped against the wooden frame and sighed deeply. This Haruko thing is really getting to me – and what's up with the girl next door having the same name? What kind of retarded coincidence is that? Not saying that I believe in fate or anything, but seriously, that's pretty ridiculous. Anyways, I've gotta get this whole thing out of my head; focus on something new, productive – like job hunting.
Nah, screw that. Really glad they reduced the drinking age limit to 18 here, because I seriously need a cold one. Or maybe a hard one. Yeah, the hard stuff would really hit the spot right now. Did I stock any drinks in my freezer? Pushing myself off the frame, I headed towards the kitchen and opened the freezer door – which was filled with ice cubes, a single frozen pizza, and a distinct lack of liquor. This needed rectifying.
I checked my phone for the weather – chilly balls cold. Grabbing a coat, gloves, and a fur hat to cover my ears, I headed out the door and straight into Haruko.
"Oh!" Shrieked said girl, clearly shocked at my sudden presence – and perhaps a little unnerved at the full-on contact considering I walked straight into her.
"Shit, sorry, you alright?" I stepped back to give her space, but not after (ashamedly) lingering a little bit – she felt so soft and, and nice alright? Man, am I deprived.
"Uh huh – I mean, yeah, I'm okay, thanks." She offered me a shy smile, blushing heavily. Seems like maybe she's got a bit of a crush on me. I mean, why else was she waiting so closely outside my door? Nah, I shouldn't jump to conclusions – she was probably just concerned for my health, and wanted to make sure I wasn't gonna faint again or have a heart attack or something. What a nice girl.
"Thanks for keeping guard, but I'm healthy and safe now – promise. You can head home with your earnings." I smiled back, waiting for her to walk off. After a couple minutes of waiting with a smile and watching her look down and wiggle her toes, I figured something was up.
"Err...did you want something else? Was there not enough money?" I prodded, trying to get her to talk. It was getting seriously awkward, and for once it wasn't as a result of my social incompetency. I don't think.
"Are—are you going out?" She enquired timidly, though I'd figured the answer was obvious.
"How could you tell?" I smirked, then slapped myself on the forehead. Don't be a douche Naota, she's just shy. You were the same way when you were young. Wait, how old is this girl? Or is it woman? Maybe she's over 20! I shouldn't be so assuming; after all, it makes an ass out of me and you. God, what a dumb proverb.
Now she looks visibly shaken, like she's on the verge of tears – oh god, I'm not gonna make her cry, am I? No!
"Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to sound, err, mean. Yeah, I'm going out! Gonna have a fun adventure!" I said, laughing.
And now she's sniffling.
"I-I'm not being sarcastic! Wanna come with?" Anything to make her not cry. Making girls cry is just the worst.
"O-okay! Lemme just get my coat, be right back!" She brightened considerably after my invitation – almost like she planned this out. Conniving little-don't think ill of her now, at least not until she's far enough away – she might pick up on the bad vibes and start bawling.
"Alright! I'll wait here. You better run!" I let out a booming laugh, like I'm jolly saint nick or something, as she picked up her pace and ran off. God damn seductress, using the universally dreaded waterworks against me. Oh well, it might be nice to have company for a change. Maybe I'll take her to a bar? Oh right, gotta find out her age – hopefully she's old enough to drink. I seriously need a drink. Alcohol, the gateway to forgetfulness – just what the doctor ordered! Or would have ordered, if he was competent.
After waiting for around five years according to my internal clock, she showed up with a heavy jacket and a coating of freshly applied makeup. Yep, looks like this is a date – at least according to her.
"Ready?" I asked, mentally preparing myself for what might be the most awkward date of my life – though I haven't had too many dates period, so I guess that's not saying much.
"Yup!" She looked up at me and smiled widely, prettily – wow, such beautiful sapphire eyes. And those dimples, god, she's just so genuinely happy. I felt my face warming a little bit, surely matching her blushing cheeks, as I began to walk towards the apartment exit with a very short, cute girl by my side.
"So, sorry to just ask this outright but – how old are you exactly?" Please be legal please be legal please be legal-
"Just turned 18 last week!" She beamed, and added a little more bounce to her step.
Yes!
"How do you feel about getting drunk?"