Ha-ha… I'm such a goof… This is beyond late… anyway, DON'T KILL ME! (*dodges the many pens, pencils and whatnot bladed items thrown at my head*)
Looking back at it, I blushed.
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"What's the matter, Dark?" Naa taunted from next to me and I looked up from where I was laying under one of the rare Sakura-blossom trees on the school yard. Link and I haven't been able to make eye contact… yet. Every time we've tried, we both blush like crazy and look away.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I reply with a lazy yawn.
"You're red in the face"—true, I'm so pale that my blushes make me look red—"And you aren't eating."
"I'm not hungry."
"You're never hungry, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't eat." She scolded.
"I don't have the strength in my stomach right now." I answered and staggered to my feet. "There's a place I need to go, later." I added towards them with a back-handed wave as I walked off the grounds, ignoring the many relieved sighs that followed my departure—sure, I may be different and all that crap, but because I have a bad sense of touch (can you guess why?) I have heightened hearing… Yeah, it doesn't make much sense to me, either. I suddenly realized that I had left my book bag with Link and Naa and shrugged. "They'll take care of it, and even if they don't, I don't want it."
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"Hey, Dark Link!" I moved my emotionless gaze over to where I heard the familiar voice and gave a wave of my hand. She moved closer and I saw the red stripes on her candy striper uniform glint in the light of the overhead lights, reflecting off her orange hair and blue-tinted skin.
My one friend, excluding Link and Naa—they're from school, after all. She dropped out years ago and is in the middle of being a Candy Striper at the hospital just a few buildings down.
"What's up, Midna?" I reply.
"N.M., you?"
"Must you talk in text-talk?" I retorted and rolled my eyes—she's annoying as hell, but she's still my best girl-bud outside of school.
"Yep! U?"
"No, I don't." I answered and leaned against the door frame. "What brings you here?"
"I was walking past, towards the hospital, when I thought 'hey, I'm an hour early anyways, why not stop by?' and then you walked in."
"Looks like I'm right on time then." I rolled my eyes.
"You still looking for a job?"
"Yea, bein' a waiter just ain't workin' out for me."
"I know, you say that every time I bring it up."
I chuckled slightly and stood up straight as we started walking away, towards the 'jobs' area—devoted right to getting people jobs.
"Why are you looking for a job again?" She remarked and rolled her eyes.
"You know damn well why." I snapped and pulled a resume out of my pocket, giving it to one of the receptionists for her to find me something that, hopefully, works out.
"Yeah, but I still love hearing you say it."
I groaned and rolled my eyes, leaning on my elbow to look at her. "You know, you're going to tire out some lucky guy when you get married."
"Let's hope that guy ain't you."
"Ditto." I answered and looked at the list the receptionist had just handed to me. "Look, I've got candy striper—auto no."
"It's because of me, isn't it!" Midna rejected.
I laughed and shook my head—then realized I laughed and covered it up with a cough. "Yes, it is."
"Good, I thought it was because of Charlie."
"Her too."
"Him."
"I know."
"But-?"
"Exactly."
She rolled her eyes. "So, what're you going to try out?"
"Hey, this looks interesting… Just opened up, too."
"What?"
"Look." I answered and pointed to it on the list.
"Fun!"
I chuckled and rolled my eyes. "I'm going to go check it out, see you tomorrow?"
"You could stop by the hospital…?" She said in her most seductive voice she could muster.
Didn't work.
"Not no, but hell no."
"Worth a try."
"Just go to the damn hospital, I'm going to go check out this job opportunity, later."
"See ya, honey."
"Not your honey."
"Don't deny it."
"I'll deny it all I want." I stated, flatly, and walked out across the street to the police station where the job was supposed to be held.
Looky there, I got it.
Thank the goddesses.