This is my last ditch effort to get some interest in this story before I go back and delete my posts and stop posting. I don't even have ten readers and no one's commenting so I'm just going to kill this story before it starts to suck more.
“Ah, I love this place.” Aibon stretched her arms above her head, knocking her stylish hat off her head and letting her hair flow loosely around her shoulders. Nono watched from under her baseball cap, pushing her baggy sleeves up her arms. Her dark yankee fashion made her look like a boy and Aibon’s tight top and jeans emphasized her feminine curves.
Walking into the restaurant, they looked like a normal couple, but revealing their faces to the manager had scored them a VIP booth, allowing them to be free with their conversation. Nono carefully removed her hat, being sure not to mess up her hair, and set it in the seat next to her.
“I haven’t eaten here in a long time.” Nono looked around nostalgically, remembering the fun times had in this very booth.
“Why not?” Aibon looked over the top of her menu.
“No reason.” Nono didn’t want to say that Aibon was the reason for her not coming to this restaurant anymore, even with the other members.
The waiter came over to take their order, but when he opened his mouth to speak, nothing came out; instead he just stared at the two idols, apparently in shock. Nono and Aibon stared back, “Um, excuse me?” Nono began rudely, “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to ask us what we want?”
Seeming to snap out of his haze, the waiter gave a fakely charming smile and flipped open his notepad, “What can I get for you ladies?” Nono rolled her eyes and gave her order, crossing her arms when Aibon smiled at the man thankfully.
“What?” Aibon shrugged when he’d left, “He’s a waiter, he’s got to deal with punks all days, we should be nice.”
“Yeah, I guess. Let’s leave him a big tip or something.”
The two got to talking like old times, catching up on all the little details that had been left out of their phone conversations. Their food came to give them a break from talking and then they had dessert and after, they stayed at the table a while, just talking about nothing and everything. Before they knew it, it was ten to midnight and the manager was trying politely to get them to leave.
Nono took care of the check and Aibon set out a twenty dollar tip, to the protests of Nono. “Twenty? That’s about ten too much.”
“Please, we’re brats and he was nice to us all night, I think he deserves a little something extra.”
Nono was tempted to say something really mean, but held it in and just nodded, grapping her cap and shoving it low on her head, watching Aibon pile her hair on top of her head and set her own hat on top. Nono followed her girlfriend to the exit, stopping to thank the manager for letting them stay so late. When she turned back around though, she saw Aibon frozen at the door.
“Aibon?” Nono took a step closer, peering over her shoulder and out the door, gasping at the sight. Dozens of reporters stood with cameras at the ready, it was a frightening sight.
“Quick, out the back.” The manager ushered them back into the restaurant, “I’m so sorry about this, it’s seems that someone couldn’t keep their mouths shut about you two being here. They will be taken care of.” Nono nodded, unable to be angry at the man. She saw their waiter standing by one of the tables and knew from his smirk that he was the one who called the press.
Nono glared and as they passed the VIP booths, she snatched the twenty off the table. Jerk! She tugged off her cap to be able to see better and slammed shoulder first into the door, bursting out into the cool air of the clean alley behind the restaurant. There were two ways out, to the left led back to the reporters and to the right, who knew? From the left, the sound of running feet reached Nono’s ears. She decided to go right.
“C’mon!” Holding her hat in one hand, Nono took Aibon’s hand in a gentle grip, dragging her off as fast as her legs could go. The younger girl was much slower, not having the training that Nono had, and her pace slowed both down. Looking behind them, Nono realized that the reporters were quickly gaining. This called for sneakery.
Nono made a sudden left into a small alleyway, finding that the path twisted and turned. As she was running, she pulled her cap back on her head, reaching over with her now free hand and snatching Aibon’s hat from it’s perch, seeing her long hair fall around her shoulders. The two made a final right and found themselves at the other entrance into the alley.
Thinking surprisingly fast, Nono pushed Aibon up against the wall next to a big dumpster, ensuring that nobody outside the alley could see them. One arm she raised next to Aibon’s face, her baggy sweatshirt blocking her face from anything inside the alley. The other arm reached down to grasp and pull Aibon’s leg up to wrap around her hip and pressing their pelvises close together.
Aibon was confused, “What are you doing, they’re almost here!” Nono looked skyward; sending up a quick prayer, then leaned down and captured Aibon’s lips in a fierce kiss.
At first Aibon resisted, this was no time to think about sex after all, but then the reporters charged around the corner and right past what appeared to be a heterosexual couple making-out in a dirty alley. At once, Aibon understood Nono’s plan; it was really smart. That was weird, as Nono wasn’t known for her quick wit.
After the stampede past by, the alleyway was almost deathly silent. Then Nono cried out in pain as her leg collapsed from under her.
----There dammit. Now review.
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