Chapter Two:
Low-rise, faded blue jeans? Yep. Black tank with plaid button down open all the way? Definitely. Should I wear tennies or sandals? . . . I'm thinking sandals. And yep, definitely sandals. Bag full of necessaries—swimming trunks, etc.? Yes. I think I'm all set. Now where is Mo—
Rapid knocking on the door startled Kuroko, interrupting his soliloquy. He walked out of his room to the door of his apartment and let in Momoi. She was, of course, stunning, wearing white skinny jeans and a ruffled halter top, strappy gold sandals on her feet, and a large blue flower was keeping some of her hair from falling in her face. Kuroko took all of this in before being enveloped in another of Momoi's tight hugs that lasted a little too long. Gently pushing her back, he smiled at her and then tugged at her arm as he walked out the door.
Why am I here at this party? I could be asleep or even looking through one of my magazines and getting off. Either way, I would be having more fun than I am standing here drinking a cup of warm beer. Aomine took a sip of said beer. Ugh! It's not even good beer. Probably Bud Light or whatever; it tastes light as fuck. Despite his high standards, Aomine chugged down the rest of his drink and went to look for another. If he was going to suffer through this than he would at least get a buzz. Standing next to the speakers, pouring himself another cup of crappy beer from the kegger, he didn't notice when Kuroko walked in.
The worst top 40 was blaring from someone's iPod. The lights were definitely dim. People were grinding up against each other and were steadily getting drunk. This was definitely a party, and Kuroko felt like being noticed by someone. Pulling Momoi out into the middle of the floor, Kuroko began to dance, bumping his hips against hers and twirling her about as she giggled. Hopefully she doesn't get the wrong idea.
Momoi's POV
Huh? Kuroko never would do something like this. I wonder what's up with him… He's not one to "bump and grind," and even though I really really like him I know that it's not because he wants me. Well, if he wants to play it this way, then I'll be the unofficial "Wing-Woman" this evening.
I scan the room surreptitiously and let Kuroko think that I'm oblivious to his desire to be noticed by other people in the room. The person for my Kuroko would have to at least be a 10. At least. Nothing less than gorgeous and perfect would do for my Kuroko.
Too tall.
Too meh.
Too skinny.
Too handsy.
Not enough smiling.
Not enough pout
That one's drunk as fuck!
Etc. etc. etc. . .. Why is nobody here perfect for him? Well, looks like he might be going home alone, which is too bad because if his hips are telling me anything it's that he really hasn't been laid in such a long time.
(End of Momoi's POV)
She continued to let Kuroko grind against her, allowing him to use her as a show case for his considerable talents. Others were beginning to notice the young man with ice blue hair who happened to be throwing his body into the dancing like it was his only passion. Person after person just stared until all of a sudden the table with the iPod was bumped and the device went to shuffle. Kuroko stopped dancing abruptly as "Dark Blue" by Jack's Mannequin funneled through the speakers . . .
Aomine couldn't believe his luck. The guy he'd been staring at this morning was dropping it on the dance floor and seducing the crowd with his body. His eyes grew larger as he watched Kuroko roll his hips into that pink haired girl's ass as he moved his hands on her stomach and hips. Aomine didn't think this could get any hotter. Noticing his cup was, for the ninth or tenth time, devastatingly empty, he regretfully turned around to re-fill his cup. Since he had forgotten that he was leaning against the table with the keg and speakers, he jarred the entire table and had to choose between saving the music and saving the beer. In a split second decision he decided to save the keg and prayed that the speakers wouldn't crash into a million pieces. . .
I have (I have) you breathing down my neck (breathing down my neck)
I don't (don't know) what you could possibly expect under this condition so
Kuroko had heard this song before, and he breathed out a sigh of relief (because dancing was taking a toll on his stamina). He looked at Momoi, and she nodded in understanding; he was done dancing for the night, done pretending to be someone he wasn't. This music suited him better than that pop, club music playing before, and he decided to quit while he was ahead of himself and other people had lost interest. Looking for a place to sit now, he saw a familiar head of dark blue hair across the room.
I'll wait (I'll wait) for the ambulance to come (ambulance to come)
Pick us up off the floor
What did you possibly expect under this condition
Maybe he'll notice me?
And Aomine did look at him. He had felt eyes on him and wasn't disappointed to see large light blue ones appraising him from across the room. Slightly startled, Aomine looked behind him to see if there was, quite possibly, someone else that the light haired boy could be looking at, but there was no one. When he turned back around, the guy was still staring and was moving through the crowd to get to him.
Kuroko couldn't breathe as he moved toward this gorgeous guy staring right back at him. What if he doesn't like me? What if I say something stupid? What if I trip? His nervous thought lasted him all the way to where that dark-haired lifeguard was standing oh so casually, and when he finally stood before him all Kuroko could do was let out a breathy, "Hey." At this point, Aomine wished he wasn't drunk. The slight buzz in the back of his head had turned to a numb feeling, and the small part of his brain that was possibly still rational wished he could actually say something intelligent. However, all he did was open his mouth and say something that maybe resembled his name before he passed out at Kuroko's feet.
I'll wait (I'll wait) for the ambulance to come (ambulance to come)
Pick us up off the floor
What did you possibly expect under this condition . . .
Kuroko only sighed as Aomine crumpled to the floor.
Momoi, noticing this failed first meeting, rolled her eyes and calmly walked over, silently appraising Aomine's crumpled form. Well, at least he's a 10.
The two friends looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders in agreement. Picking up Aomine together, they dragged him outside, called a cab, and took him back to Kuroko's place. Kuroko hadn't wanted the stranger to stay the night at his place, but Momoi had argued that it would be better because Momoi's female and wouldn't be comfortable with a random male in her apartment. (Which was a load of bull, but Kuroko didn't know that.).
So there he stood, looking down at that handsome lifeguard who lay unconscious on his sofa, and he didn't even know said lifegaurd's name. He just thought of the song that had been playing before this guy had fallen in front of him…
Slow down.. this night's a perfect shade of
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning down
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning 'til there's nothing but dark blue..
Just dark blue
…. He really is handsome Kuroko thought to himself as he knelt down and tentatively brushed his fingers through those dark blue locks. The guy mumbled something incoherent and pushed into the fingers running through his hair. Kuroko smiled to himself as he thought: Well, that song was kinda right. There is a lot of dark blue. Nothing but dark blue for me…