Soooo this chapter's a bit shorter than the last because I probably won't update for a few days and wanted this up ASAP. Chapters after this will (hopefully) be longer.
September 16th
Honestly speaking, I have no idea what's going on half the time.
Take, for instance, right now. I'm sitting casually at my desk, listening to Meiko drone on about something I a) don't care about and b) will never, ever need to care about.
...
In hindsight, that might be my problem.
But whatever. I mean, I have bigger problems. Like how I'm going to make my escape without being murdered by fangirls at the end of the day.
About the fangirls, let me explain, as I can imagine that you, dear diary, are very confused.
Last year, I managed to make myself known by starring as Charlie in Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory around Christmas time. This lovely role turned out to be my downfall, however, because it earned me a fanclub.
Now, you might be thinking that a club full of girls who chase after you all the time is a good thing, but YOU NEED TO GET THAT IDEA OUT OF YOUR MIND. RIGHT. NOW.
Usually I can rely on Miku or Gakupo or Rin to come rescue me from utter destruction, but Miku and Rin have some sort of shopping to do (I didn't pay much attention) and Gakupo has a kendo club meeting. And there's no way in hell I'm asking Kaito, because that's just going to end up badly for everyone.
Long story short, I'm screwed.
Oh crap, Meiko's coming...
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So it's seventh period now, 'cause it was kinda impossible to write in third period because Ann kept sending vicious glares my way, and I was too busy yelling at my idiotic friends to care to write last period.
Basically, at lunch Miku decided to use her professional detective skills to figure out that I was distressed.
"What's wrong, Lennykins?"
I was admittedly glad that we had risen above the nickname "Shotaboy", but the inner celebration could wait for later.
"You guys are leaving me all alone after school," I whined.
Miku rolled her eyes. "Oh, this again? Come on, Len, man up! Use stealth, force, anything! You can't keep counting on us to get you out of situations."
"Well if these were just situations then I wouldn't bother, but you have to understand that there are like twenty of these girls and I'm a little fourteen-year-old kid."
"So get Kaito to help you," Gakupo suggested. Said ice-cream obsessed idiot nodded in agreement.
"You want me to ask that to help me?" I asked. "No, no, no. That would never work."
"Why not?" Kaito demanded. "I'm plenty reliable."
"For certain things, I would agree," I said. "But this is not one of those things."
"Then solve your own problems, Len," Miku said. It seemed that the conversation was over, so I silently fumed until the end of the period.
And then seventh period started, and here I am abusing the shit out of my poor pencil.
The good(?) thing about this class is that Gumi's sitting next to me, and she's the one person I (think I) can tolerate who hasn't pissed me off today.
Leon-sensei is talking about alliteration and HEY LOOK A NOTE
FROM GUMI
Excuse me for a moment, dear friend.
...
So Gumi has deduced that something is on my mind as well. Kudos to you, Gumi-chan!
Oh, right, the note. It said...
*drum roll*
"What's the matter? You look sad."
And then she drew this little chibi version of her looking all concerned with a question mark over her head.
So I said, "Nothing you should worry about. I'm fine!"
And I drew a banana (quite poorly, I must say) with a smiley face.
Now she's trying not to giggle and writing something...
This probably sounds like a really boring tennis match to you. Sorry, journal, I'll give you the condensed version when all's said and done.
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Gumi: "That was very shota-like of you." Subliminal winking chibi Gumi.
Len: "I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW BANANAS ARE THE MANLIEST FRUITS OUT THERE"
Gumi: "Yes. Bananas are very manly." Chibi Gumi who suggestively raises her eyebrows.
Len: "You're a pervert! And stop drawing cute things!"
Gumi: "Hey, you set yourself up for it."
And so on. I'm sure you get the general idea.
Anyway, turns out Gumi's really fun to talk to. But aside from that, the bell's gonna ring in approximately seven minutes and I haven't devised an escape plan.
Shoot me now.
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Miraculously, I have survived, and it's all thanks to a certain green-haired, goggle-sporting maiden.
That's Gumi, by the way.
When the bell rang, Gumi went off with Akita Neru (famous in my life for dumping me in a trash can in junior high) and I decided to make a quick and painless escape.
When that didn't work, I resorted to stealth.
Now, Rin and I usually walk home from school, since Nee-chan has to work and we don't actually live that far. The only reason we make her drive us in the morning is because neither of us have the willpower to walk that early, no matter how short of a walk it may be.
Regardless, at that moment I would have done anything to have Lily pick me up. But nooooooooooo, I was stuck sneaking around the hallways until every last fangirl was gone.
Unfortunately, Gumi found me before then.
"Hey Len! ...What're you doing?"
I held a finger up to my lips to shush her and pulled her beside me, so she was flat against the wall as well. Before she could protest, I explained.
"You know about the Len Kagamine Fan Club, right?" I whispered.
"That's a real thing?!" she whisper-yelled (don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about). "I thought it was just a gag!"
"Yeah, it started out that way, but then some girls took it seriously and now it's legit. And currently I'm trying to avoid being ripped apart and auctioned off by its members."
Gumi nodded and tapped her chin in thought. "All right, then I'll have to help you out."
Before I had the chance to wonder what the heck she was thinking, she latched herself to my arm and pulled me out into the hallway.
"What are you doing?!" I hissed.
"Play along," she ordered through clenched teeth. Then, out loud and in a very different tone from her normal voice, "Oh, Len-kun, you're so funny! I'm so happy you asked to walk me home!"
Len on the outside (the natural playboy everyone thinks I am): "Well, you are one of the most alluring girls I've ever met."
Len on the inside (the real, spitefully bitter high school student): GUMIYOUIDIOTNOWEVERYONEINTHATGODDAMNFANCLUBISGOING TOBEOUTFORYOURBLOOD
Either way, her plan worked and the few people left in the hallway gave us our space and kept their distance. I caught a glare or two from a few semi-familiar faces, but it seemed I had gotten worked up over nothing. Once we had left the school's property, she detached herself from my arm.
"See? Piece of cake."
I nodded. "Yeah...um, thanks for that."
"No problem!" she flashed a victory sign, then stopped short as her watch beeped. "Ah shit, I gotta go. See ya around, Len-kun!"
And with that, she ran off. And now I'm home, writing on my bed all alone and reflecting on those events.
There was really no need for Gumi to do that. I mean, it's not like she owes me anything. Heck, I hardly know her. I guess that's how friendships start, though, huh?
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I'm talking to a notebook.
~Len