Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any songs

So I decided to write this because I wasn't getting enough fluff so I had to create my own. The Surfs Up Soundtrack just has to be in this because my sister found the movie in her room and I watched it about three times this week. Please enjoy this chapter and review when you finish! And i must thank hanmajo for being hmm... how should I put it... amazing? terrific? WONDERFUL? I just don't think a simple THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EDITING! can express my gratitude.

Walking Tightropes

Chapter 7: Breakfast in Cars

Dear God,

I know I prayed to you many times for the perfect guy after Dai broke my heart, but I never really expected you to come through for me. I guess that really questions my faith in you and I should probably repent on that in the near future, but really—you did too well. Choosing between having Inuyasha as a friend and risking that friendship by trying to date him is a really tough decision and you know how indecisive I can be.

-x-

"And where the hell have you been?"

"Out," I answered Sango when I walked through the back door that led into the kitchen.

"Out? Out? How can you just leave me here, hung over, to wake up in a strange place? Do you have any idea how freaked out I was to wake up on the floor? If it wasn't for your fat cat sitting on my face I would have had a panic attack from not knowing where I was!"

"Buyo isn't fat," I said, dropping my keys and the cup I was carrying on the counter. "He's a very healthy size and those few extra pounds keep him warm in the wintertime."

"Okay," Sango said, rolling her eyes. "But seriously, where were you?"

"I had to meet up with somebody." I was trying to be as evasive as possible because the second Sango finds out I was with Inuyasha I would never hear the end of it. I really wanted to keep the promise I made last night. "Oh, I got you some coffee."

"I would question you further, but I'm still a bit hung over and I need my morning dose of caffeine." I picked the cup up off the counter and set it down in front of Sango and she smiled at me. "Thanks a bunches!"

"I think you're still a bit tipsy." I took my jacket off and dropped it on the back of my chair and sat down across the table from Sango. "I was hoping you would be ready to go when I got back. We're making posters at Kikyo's to put up tomorrow, remember?"

"I do. I was just about to raid your closet when I heard your brother watching SpongeBob and I decided to join him." Sango lifted the cup to her lips about to drink it. "I hate that high school busies me to the point where I can no longer enjoy Sunday morning cartoons."

"Drink your coffee and get dressed."

"Yes ma'am," Sango said with a mock salute before tilting her head back and drinking the coffee. A second later coffee was being sprayed all over the table.

"I'm not cleaning that up."

"Why is it cold?" Sango asked, scrunching her nose up.

"Sorry about that. I meant to tell you to heat it up in the microwave but I forgot." I met Inuyasha at the Bean Café this morning because he works Sunday mornings. Yeah, I ordered the coffee right before our hour long chat, which is the reason why Sango's coffee is cold.

"You can't just put coffee in the microwave Kagome. You either have it freshly brewed or not at all."

"Excuse my lack of knowledge in the coffee department; hurry up and get ready. We'll pick up some breakfast on the way to Kikyo's house."

"Fine," Sango sighed as she got out of the chair. "But next time you decide to have breakfast with Inuyasha, leave my coffee out of it."

"How'd you—"

"Honestly, Kagome?" She picked up the cup and turned it around so I could see Bean Café's logo of a dancing bean. "It doesn't take a genius."

-x-

But I cannot forget
Refuse to regret
So glad I met you and
Take my breath away
Make everyday
Worth all of the pain that I have
Gone through
And mama I've been cryin'
Cause things ain't how they used to be
She said the battles almost won
And we're only several miles from the sun

Except the sun wasn't showing at all right now; it was pouring outside. The rain is being absolutely relentless today and since I got to school so ridiculously early I decided to just sit back and read in my car to the sounds of Maroon 5. It's a good way to begin what's starting to look like a dreary Monday.

I had just hit page 100 of Goth Girl Rising (it came in the mail Saturday and it is amazing. Barry Lyga rocks my world) when there was sudden pounding on the passenger's side window completely ripping a hole through my peace. I screamed and threw my book in the air and almost hit my head on the ceiling from the shock. I turned ready to yell at Sango/Bank/Ayame for scaring the crap out of me, but I was pleasantly surprised to see Inuyasha waving at me through the window, getting soaked by the rain. I quickly unlocked the door and he slid into my car.

"I," he said, pulling his hoodie up over his head, "am soaked."

"You are and I really appreciate you wetting up my seats." I picked my book up off the floor and marked my page with my bookmark. I reached behind my seat to grab my book bag, shoving my book inside and tossing it back in the back seat. "Is there a reason you were standing in the rain by my car?"

"Yep." Inuyasha pulled his book bag off his back and unzipped it, searching for something. Everything inside looked fairly dry compared to his clothes; he probably has one of those good quality book bags that don't get your papers ruined in the rain. He unzipped the front part of his book bag and pulled out two bottles of orange juice and a takeout bag from WacDonalds. "Thought we could have breakfast together."

I didn't know what to say. I really wanted to just hug him, but I had the thought that somewhere Sango was standing under an umbrella with Bank, demanding him to snap pictures of us or Hojo was somewhere plotting Inuyasha's demise. Nonetheless, my heart still picked up the pace and a warm feeling exploded in my stomach. I almost sighed, but opted for grinning like an idiot instead.

"And how did you know what I wanted?" I was trying to come off as casual but masking my immense joy was harder than I expected; probably because I wasn't expecting to be this happy.

"I just got what I liked and hoped you'd like it too." Inuyasha pulled out what looked like two wrapped up biscuits and a carton of French toast. "Egg and cheese croissant, egg, cheese, and sausage biscuit, and French toast," Inuyasha said pointing to each of my options. "Take your pick."

I grabbed the egg and cheese croissant and laughed at the way Inuyasha's ears drooped a bit. "If you really wanted it you should have called dibs!"

"I was trying to be a gentleman and give you first pick, buy you took advantage of my chivalry." Inuyasha grabbed the biscuit and started unwrapping it. "Split the French toast?"

"I get three sticks and you get two," I mumbled through a mouthful of food.

"Fatty," Inuyasha mumbled under his breath and I hit him in his arm, causing his biscuit to miss his mouth. "I am trying to eat here."

"You shouldn't call girls fat," I told Inuyasha, turning in my seat to face him and pulling my leg up to tuck my knee under my chin. "It can lead to self consciousness and paranoia about our bodies which could lead to eating disorders." I took another bite of my croissant. "Lucky for you, I'm a person with a strong spirit so you don't have to suffer the guilt of turning another girl anorexic." I reached down for my orange juice that Inuyasha had placed in the cup holder and leaned back on my door. "But I do a good job staying in shape anyway."

"Oh yeah," Inuyasha snorted. "I see the pushups you and Ayame do in Weight Management."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you two might do one set of real pushups then you half-ass the rest and talk the entire time."

"Then maybe you should stop listening to all our lady talk. And don't tell Miroku what you hear either. It's bad enough you have super hearing." I reached over to give his ear a playful tug but I was caught off guard at how soft it was. It was wet too, and felt like the finest silk ever made. "Wow," I mumbled still stroking his ear. "That's really soft."

"I won't move my head if I get three french toast and you get two." I paused for a second. "Really, Kagome? You have to think about it?"

I laughed and pulled my hand back. "I'm really hungry this morning."

"Most girls usually fall for the ears."

"Yeah, well," I took another bite of my croissant, "I'm not like most girls." But I would have definitely kept my hand there if I had more faith in my self control and if I didn't think Sango and Bank were out there standing in the rain.

"No, you definitely aren't." Inuyasha smiled at me and I bit my lip to keep from grinning like an idiot again. He popped the carton of French toast open and started peeling the top of the syrup back. "How about we split this 2.5 and 2.5?"

"And you're going to split the odd one out evenly?"

"To the best of my ability, yeah."

"Wait." I reached back behind my seat to grab my bag again and shuffled through it. "I think I have a ruler in here so we can measure it just to be exact."

Inuyasha's entire face fell. "Are you serious?"

"No!" I laughed, throwing my book bag on the floor by my feet. I glanced at the clock on my dashboard, finishing off my croissant. "We only have about ten minutes before the bell rings."

"That's plenty of time." Inuyasha dipped his French toast in the syrup and pit into it, oblivious to the drop of syrup that landed on his shirt. "Maroon 5," Inuyasha commented as Must Get Out started to play. "Not bad."

"I take pride in my music selection."

"You have any more CDs?"

"Yep." I tapped the armrest where our food was resting on. "If you move the food you can examine it."

Inuyasha started moving the French toast and tossing our wrappers in the bag and he placed it on the dashboard in between us. He lifted the armrest and stared down at my CDs, frowning a bit.

"Kagome, you only have five CDs."

"So?" I reached for another French toast stick and dipped it in the syrup, careful not to spill it on my favorite Dexter's Laboratory t-shirt. "I said I had more CDs not a large variety. Most of my songs are on my iPod and that's at home charging."

"I don't really like iPods," Inuyasha confessed. "They completely take away the thrill of going hunting for an album and the satisfaction you get when looking at the racks of CDs in your room. Now, all you have to do is go online and pick out the few songs you like. You're not really expanding your horizons to the artist's other music if you're just downloading the songs you've heard by them before." Inuyasha dipped his second stick into the syrup. "iPods just completely murder the greatness of having an album in your hand with the band's 'thank you's and thoughts and the lyrics." He bit his French toast. "It's just not the same."

This can't be happening, it really can't. It should be impossible for Inuyasha to be gorgeous, ridiculously talented music-wise, fairly smart (he aced the pop quiz in AP Lit Friday), have a great personality, and be opinionated. It's supposed to be impossible to find the perfect guy. So… why is he sitting next to me!

It's only been a week, I reminded myself to stop my train of thought. There's still time for skeletons to show up in the closet. And he's your friend. And I don't want to lose such a good friend by dating him and screwing it up like I do with all relationships.

"That's a different way of looking at it," I said, sipping my orange juice. "But people find iPods a lot more efficient for travel and working out."

"Oh, I have an iPod for stuff like that," Inuyasha clarified. "But I enjoy my CDs much more."

"Sorry I have such an amateur CD collection." Inuyasha ripped the last stick in half and held them both out to me and I studied them for a second before picking which one I thought looked bigger.

"Your choices are good, except," Inuyasha pulled a case out of my arm rest and shut it, "this. What is this?"

I laughed through my nose as I finished chewing and swallowing the last of my breakfast—second breakfast. I was going to have to actually try in Weight Management today. "It's the soundtrack to Surfs Up."

Inuyasha looked down at the cover and his brows furrowed. "I've never seen it, but it looks like a kiddie movie."

"Well it's the best damn PG movie I've ever seen." I took the CD from him and opened it, stopping to ejecting my Maroon 5 CD and sliding the Surfs Up soundtrack in. "And there are actually some really good songs on this."

"I'm not convinced."

"Well, prepared to be amazed." I looked at the back of the CD to find the song I was looking for. "Okay, this one's good," I told him, skipping to the second song. "And Stand Tall is really good. And I like Big Wave by Pearl Jam."

"Pearl Jam is on this?"

I smirked at Inuyasha. "I told you there were good songs on this." I sat back in my seat and closed my eyes as Drive by Incubus started up. "You should trust me more."

"I'm getting there."

~0~

"Kagome, we have a problem."

"Yeah, I'm still wet and it's already 10:30." I tired waving my jacket around for the hundredth time to try and dry it out. "This is getting ridiculous."

"Might I say again how suspicious it was for both you and Inuyasha came in both soaking wet a second before the final bell, laughing?" Sango said on my right and I just rolled my eyes. She wasn't spying on me, but she was very persistent for details.

"I told you already, we just ate breakfast."

"For the second day in a row and alone in your car."

"Okay, enough talk about Kagome's love life," Kikyo snapped, stepping in front of us and bringing us to a stop. "We have a really big problem pertaining to the paper; the posters aren't working."

"What do you mean the posters aren't working, we just put them up?" I demanded to know, smoothing my hair down with my hand. My hair decided to get frizzy today after running through the downpour this morning with Inuyasha.

"Upon close observation, people don't take the time to read over all the information. Meaning, it's an advertisement failure."

"Okay, so what do you suppose we do?"

Kikyo exchanged a look with Sango and I quickly turned to my best friend but she refused to look me in the eye. "We might have to…"

"Oh God…" My stomach dropped and I could feel the color drain from my face. "Don't say it."

"Kagome, the student body actually watches The Morning Ribbet." Kikyo said, not beating around the bush and confirming my worst fears. "I hate them too, but the paper really needs this money so…"

"So I have to ask them for a segment on the show." I finished for Kikyo. "This is just so wrong."

"Don't think of it as being a sellout," Sango advised as we started walking again towards History. "Think of it as keeping the paper in business so we can have a legendary comeback that completely crushes them in the future. The near future."

"This is so wrong," I said again. "It's making me feel sick."

"Okay, you know what Higurashi?" Kikyo started in her superior voice. "You wanted to be editor of the paper and take on all its responsibilities; so, you're going to have to get on your hands and knees like a good little bitch and beg for the damn segment."

"You're being very encouraging," I spat sarcastically.

Kikyo flipped her hair over her shoulder and glided through the threshold into Mr. Kahn's class. "I try."

I stopped short before entering the class. "She's being pretty bitchy today."

"Naraku blew her off this morning to film some stupid thing," Sango explained as she slid past me into the class and I soon followed in suit. "Don't worry about her."

"Okay."

"But seriously Kagome," Sango looked me in the eyes as she took her seat, "You need to get that segment."

"My pride is going to be seriously wounded."

"But you're going to save the paper!" Sango enthused as I moved towards my seat that was three rows over, in front of Kikyo (assigned seats). "You should think optimistically."

That is very hard when I am so highly aware of the fact that I am betraying my passion to hate The Morning Ribbet.

~0~

If I had to choose between having all my eyebrows plucked one by one and asking the main anchorwomen, Yura, for a segment on the morning announcements I would definitely chose having my eyebrows plucked without a doubt. I wouldn't even hesitate.

"Can I help you Higurashi?" Yura asked again, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at me from her seat behind the front desk at the library. Unfortunately Yura was the easiest—and the bitchiest—person from The Morning Ribbet to get a hold of since she had Literary Science (fancy name for working in the library as a class) when I had lunch.

"Uh, yeah, it's… It's about…" I scratched the back of my head. "You heard about the financial state of the paper I'm guessing."

"Oh yes." Yura nodded her head in fake sympathy. "We are all feeling for you in Video Productions." The class you take to be a part of The Morning Ribbet. "It's just so… pathetic," she said, smiling like a snake and I had to remind myself of how much I loved the paper and the staff to keep from hitting her.

"We think of it as just a mountain we're going to climb and overcome." Just being in the presence of Yura screws with my creativity; I just referenced a Miley Cyrus song as a comeback. "So, I came to you to… t-to ask for…" This is going to kill me. "To, uh… we kind of need some help. A segment to be exact."

Yura's eyes widened in surprise and I thought she might actually have a heart and accept this plea for help as some sort of truce but she crushed the thought by laughing in my face.

"Are you serious?" She threw her head back and my hands formed fists at my sides. "You've got to be kidding me. I mean you're seriously…" She cracked up again, clutching her stomach. "God, where is a camera when you need one?"

I was getting slightly ticked off. "Okay, so—"

"Shikon Times is finally accepting defeat and crawling to us for help! I need this on tape, I need to be able to watch you be pathetic and beg us to help you because there's no way in hell we're just going to just let you guys off the hook so easily." She sat back in her seat grinning. "It would be a humorous segment, that's for sure. I could have Hiten and Manten do some editing and have something pop up when you're speaking like… I don't know, but it has to fit you."

"It would be great if you just had The Shikon Times pop up on the screen," I said, forcing myself to overlook all the crap she said earlier.

"Oh no, Kagome, you want something that represents the entire staff so the student body will remember you," Yura advised, resting her elbows on the counter and leaning forward. "It has to reflect you perfectly."

I just want to get this over with. "How about—"

"I got it!" Yura announced, snapping her fingers. "The Pathetic Losers Groveling for Help. A War Finally Ended." She smiled into the distance before looking back at me with a smug smile. "The Morning Ribbet being the obvious victors."

"You know what, Yura," I started, smiling sweetly. "Fuck you. Fuck you and your stupid morning announcements filled with nothing but a bunch of airheads! The Shikon Times is filled with a bunch of individuals who think for themselves. Associating ourselves with you would just be a disgrace. So you can take your microphone, your fancy camera, and stupid editing team and shove them up your fat ass." I took a step back and smiled again. "Have a nice day."

~0~

"Kagome Higurashi!"

Shit. I tried running around the corner before Sango could get to me, but she was too fast and held onto the back of book bag, bringing my get away to a quick halt.

"Did you really tell Yura to shove her microphone, camera, and stupid editing team up her fat ass?"

"You did what?" asked Inuyasha as he came up behind me, but I ignored him.

"Uh, yeah." Sango's eyes widened but not in shock. It looked more like she wanted to wring my neck. "O-okay, now before you try to squeeze the life out of me I have a great back up plan for this."

"Well please share because our back-up for the posters failing was to suck it up and get a segment on the announcements and we don't have another back-up."

"Which is why I have this great idea." Sango tapped her foot impatiently. "We are not sellouts so we're going to do this very simple; I'm going to get a megaphone from the gym teacher and we'll advertise on the front steps." The rain had stopped sometime around lunch so it was wet out, but we could manage. "And we'll tape flyers on the back of the bathroom stalls and hand them out for a week and tape them on people lockers. I'm telling you, persistence is the key to success."

"And you really think this is going to work?"

It better. "I have no doubts. Just grab a few staff members and tell them to meet on the front steps right after school. Right after school."

"Okay, but I swear Kagome, if this doesn't work…"

"I know, I know, you're going to kill me."

"Just as long as we're clear." Sango turned on her heel and headed down the hall and I rested against the lockers in relief. I amaze myself with the things I can come up with while I'm thinking off the top of my head.

"You just made that up, didn't you?" Inuyasha asked standing in front of me, chewing his gum.

"I thought I did a good job of coming off as confident."

"Oh, I was sold until you leaned against the lockers. And if you really had a plan already figured out you wouldn't have tried running away from Sango."

"You saw that?" I sighed and then rolled my shoulders back, trying to regain my confidence because I needed to look like a leader when I went to the gym, begging on my knees for Coach T to lend me his megaphone. The man had an odd attachment to that thing. "Well, now I just have to get this all together and I only have one period to do it."

"Need any help?"

"N—yes, actually. Do you think you could be on the front steps after school too?"

"I can fit that in."

"Good." I smiled up at him and Inuyasha just smirk. He took a step forward and my heart rate skyrocketed and my breathing was uneven. "Okay, I gotta go," I squeaked out as I slipped between the small space between Inuyasha and the wall I was leaning against. "I'll see you after school."

Inuyasha slid his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders as if nothing happened and maybe nothing did and I was just overreacting. "I guess."

"Good."

~0~

"How the hell do you work this thing?" I mumbled hitting a few buttons on the megaphone as I tried to get it to work for me. Coach T finally handed it over after I promised to help grade health papers tomorrow afternoon so now the only problem was getting it to work. I hit a button and held down the trigger on the handle causing a loud screech to filter through the air. I quickly released my hold on the trigger.

"Oh my god, Kagome," Kikyo hissed. "Everybody is going to be gone by the time you learn how to work that thing."

"I'm trying." I hit another button and a siren went off. "This looks so easy in movies."

"Kagome!" Sango shouted with a hint of urgency in her voice. "The crowd is dwindling."

"Okay, okay, just—crap!" I shut off the loud buzz that went off when I hit another button. "There are only three more buttons left."

"Can't you do anything right?"

"I got us this back-up plan, didn't I?" I snapped at Kikyo. "Just because your boyfriend thought some film was more important than you doesn't give you the right to lash out on everyone."

"What did you—"

"Give it to me." I looked up and Inuyasha was on the step behind me, holding his hand out. "Come on, Kagome, you're going to make my ears bleed if you keep hitting random buttons."

"Here," I said handing the megaphone over to Inuyasha, "but it's not as easy as people make it—"

Inuyasha hit a button and held it down on the handle, a single beep sounded and he held it to his lips, "Testing, testing." A few people looked our way and Inuyasha handed it back over to me. "There you go."

"Thanks," I sighed in relief. I cleared my throat once and then held the button down on the handle and brought the megaphone to my mouth. "Shikon High students, may I please have your attention!" A good amount of people turned around to look at me and though a few were laughing, at least I had their attention. "I am Kagome Higurashi, editor of the—"

"Slut!"

"—Shikon Times," I continued, pretending to be unfazed by the comment. "The paper is running a little low on funding so we have decided to throw an Odd-Ball Olympics after school in two weeks. This is where each member of the paper will participate in some sort of even like…" I looked at Kikyo and Sango and the few people they managed to drag with them for help.

"Mud wrestling!" Aki shouted and before I could deny it a group of guys started hooting so I decided to let it slide for now.

"So we'll be participating in all sorts of events like that for an hour and a half after school for a week. You can watch the events for free; we're making money by you placing bets on who you think is going to win a certain event. The prizes are a kiss on the cheek from Ms. Kido for all male winners and for female winners—" I had to wait a minute as the male part of the crowd calmed down after hearing their prize. "And female winners will win a kiss from our new transfer student Inuyasha!" I shouted, gesturing to Inuyasha and he gave a small wave to the crowd. "So you—"

"Cheek or lips?" A girl shouted out from the crowd and I assumed she was referring to Inuyasha. It's not like Ms. Kido could give anyone a real kiss without getting fired anyway.

"Cheek," I answered with no hesitation. A good amount of girls immediately lost interest and Kikyo elbowed me in the side and Sango gave me the same scary wide-eyed look. "Haha, got you!" I said into the megaphone. I looked at Inuyasha from the corner of my eye and he stared at me in disbelief. "Lips! He will kiss you on the lips and for three seconds!" There was a satisfying cheering and I looked over at Inuyasha who was just gaping at me.

"I can't believe you."

"I'm sorry," I apologized, biting my lip. "I didn't want to do it, but the paper is—"

"And starting in two weeks, Shikon High's most original event will take place after school." I looked over and on the other side of the steps was Yura talking into the cameraman's, Juromaru's, small camera. She looked down a piece of paper in her hand. "The events will range from relay races in the pool to riding miniature tricycles around the school track."

"What the hell?" Kikyo asked, staring at Yura. "How the hell is she going to report on our event?"

"To make us look like sellouts," Sango answered. "How does she know all of this anyways?"

"She probably cornered a freshman member and forced it out of them," Kikyo bit out. "She's stealing our audience!"

"This is what you get for telling her off, Kagome," Aki sang and I shot him death glare. "Okay, okay, I'm shutting up."

"And the prize for the female betters will be a three second kiss from the transfer student, Inuyasha Takahashi. What better way to make a new kid feel welcomed than letting him kiss a few girls?" Yura continued, giving the camera a wink.

"That's my line!" Sango shouted. "I decided to use that as our slogan! That bitch just came and stole it as if—"

"Give me that." Kikyo snatched the megaphone from my hand and brought it to her mouth. "And to end the big shebang," she shouted loudly, demanding attention. A good thing about Kikyo being popular is that she easily attracts attention. "There will be a carnival event on Saturday with games, live music, food, and…"

"A dunking booth!" Sango shouted, snatching the megaphone from Kikyo. "Where our own editor Kagome Higurashi will be sitting on the plank all day! So don't miss out on the biggest event of the year."

"Bigger than prom!" Aki shouted out, finally saying something useful.

The crowd was now making enough commotion to show they were interested enough that we could stop yelling into a megaphone. I snatched the megaphone back from Sango and set it on the ground at my feet.

"What the hell were you two thinking!" I shouted at them. "How the hell are we going to fund a carnival if we can't even fund the paper? We're trying to raise money not burn a whole in our pockets!"

"Okay, relax Kagome," Sango started, placing her hands on my shoulders. "Kikyo's dad owns a restaurant chain so we won't have problem getting the food, Midnight Blues can be the live performance, we can use the little bit of money we have left for the dunking booth and for the games we'll…"

"We'll do what?" I asked, "Really, Sango we don't have the money to just throw a carnival and—"

"I'll get the games together," Inuyasha cut me off.

"No, that's way too much money," I declined. I was already feeling guilty about making him kiss all those girls and I didn't want to pressure him anymore. He's not even a part of the newspaper staff and he's doing more than some people who are a part of the paper.

"Don't worry about it, I… I know somebody," Inuyasha insisted. "I'll get it done."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I mean—"

"Okay, stop trying to talk him out of it," Kikyo cut in, pulling her purse up on her shoulder. "We've got it all settled out so stop trying to screw it up. He says he wants to do it so just let him help." Kikyo flipped her hair over her shoulder and headed up the steps. "Now I have somewhere to be so I'll see you brats tomorrow."

"Yeah, I got to go too." Sango picked her books up off the step and smiled at me. "If I'm late for work one more time I'm going to be fired." She started jogging up the steps. "Bye!"

I looked after her for a second before turning back to Inuyasha, offering a small smile. "Thanks."

"No problem." He reached down and handed me my book bag and I took it, sliding it on my back and picking up my book. "So now that I'm being forced to kiss a bunch of girls for three seconds and I'm getting the games for the carnival I think you owe me something."

"Okay, now I get it; you were just taking in all these favors to use to your advantage later, huh?"

"That was my plan from the beginning," Inuyasha shrugged.

"I can't believe you!" I hit his arm and then jogged ahead of him up the steps and into the school. The student parking lot was in the back of the school and it's easiest to just walk through the school to get there. "So what is it you want?"

"Breakfast again tomorrow, but in my car." Inuyasha smirked at me. "I'm going to show you what a real CD collection is."

"Breakfast in cars?" I looked over at him as we walked down the hall. "Is that going to be our thing or something?"

"I don't know," Inuyasha shrugged. "Do you want to have a thing with me?"

Something told me that he didn't just mean eating breakfast in a car with him. I don't know how to answer the underlying question. If I screwed up with dating Inuyasha—and I'm the biggest screw up when it comes to dating—it wouldn't be something I could just brush off my shoulder like I do with most guys. In just a week, Inuyasha had become… different; different from every other guy who walked in and out of my life. It's the safest way to describe him.

"I'd love to have breakfast with you," I told him, answering the question without answering the question he was probably really asking.

-x-

Really, you couldn't give him a crooked nose, bad breath, a mean side? Is it too much to ask for a guy who isn't perfect?

-0-0-0-0-0-

And there you have it, chapter 7. I really wasn't supposed to update this story until later, because I have quite a few stories that need attention, but I found inspiration and I wasn't going to let it pass me by. I am still taking suggestions for ODD-BALL OLYMPICS so review and give me your ideas. I started a collection of drabbles, I Have a Confession to Make, featuring canon couples so you can look at that if you'd like. There are only 2 so far but I got another idea when I was on the bus today. And another idea was inspired last week when I missed my bus two days in a row and had to walk home because I forgot my bus number (too much testing). So, yeah, you can look forward to that. And it is official, I WILL write Thrown. If you don't know what that is you should check my profile. Psychology homework is calling my name and I'm trying to get out of the habit of pushing it off until the morning, so I'm going to stop typing now. REVIEW! I promise I will give you a cookie.

~Kimiko888~

hanmajoerin had some funny and witty comment to put here but, she lost her train of thought when she realized she had to finish writing a three paragraph analysis on some story in English class.