Title: Go Figure (1/3)
Rating: PG-13/R (?) Dunno really. ^^;
Pairing: MariHaru
Total words used: 5,065
AN: This was actually supposed to be a drabble. I wanted to try drabbling…but it went long. Too long. ^^; Anyway, I came across the ‘ImageyourOTP’ blog here and read some of them. I found a couple of good things and choose this one. So i ended up writing this during my free time. I know I should write for the other fic, but you know… ^^; Got inspired with the oldie but goodie song Go Figure by Everlife. Plus I turned this into a song fic. I wanted to try something different but at the same time something familiar. lol
Anyway, enjoy this nonsense for now!
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many thanks to yanouchi for the poster
~Just when you learned the game of life
All the rules change overnight
Whoa, whoa go figure~“You nervous?” Yukarin asked the person beside her who was busy playing with the cake in front of her, poking it with her fork as she seemingly try to draw something to it. With her chin resting in her hand, she stopped digging holes on the poor dessert and lazily gave her friend a sidelong glance.
“Should I be nervous?” She asked as her thin, elegant brow arched up in question.
Hearing the usual blasé tone her friend had, Yukarin couldn’t help but sigh. “Well, yeah.” She replied giving the other girl an incredulous look. “If it were me I’d be a wreck. I mean, you could be Prom Queen.”
“And that’s good why again?” She asked, as she turned towards her friend, keeping her chin resting in her hand.
“Prom queen.” Yukarin repeated as if stating the obvious which the other girl clearly didn’t get as she stayed unmoving. Noticing this, Yukarin once again let out an exasperated sigh. “Queen, Mariko. You’d be the queen of the night. Everybody will be looking at you at awe like royalty.”
Mariko blankly stares at her for a moment which ultimately made the other girl uncomfortable. She just didn’t know what was going on in her friend’s head, and with the blank stare she’s receiving, it really doesn’t offer much of a clue. The silence wasn’t helping either. Thankfully for Yukarin, the dreaded blank stare and the eerie silence offered by her friend ended after a moment and she can easily breathe again as the taller girl asked, “Do they call me Queen Mariko when I win?” as she cocked her head to the side.
Yukarin frowned, feeling a bit weirded out of the question. Still, she simply answered, “No.”
“Will people bow down to me if I pass by them?” Another weird inquiry from her tall friend.
Still she answered, “No.”
“Can I be like, the ruler of the whole school?”
“No.” Yukarin deadpanned as she narrowed her eyes.
“Will I receive a cash prize?”
“No.”
Mariko narrowed her eyes, not really liking the lack of benefits she will receive once she become Prom Queen. The word ‘lame’ immediately comes to her mind. Why would anyone like to be Prom Queen when it doesn’t give you anything?
“You will get a crown though.” Yukarin added which seemingly brought Mariko in attention, a grin slowly forms in her pink, glossy lips.
“Is it made up of real gold?” She asked, leaning slightly towards her friend in anticipation.
“No.”
“Is it made up of real pearls?”
“No.”
Mariko’s shoulder sagged at another negative answer, her eyes once again narrowed. With a sigh, she flatly asked despite knowing quite well what her friend’s answer would be. “Can I at least sell it for a couple of bucks?”
“No.” Yukarin exasperatedly replied with a frown. But wait. Maybe Mariko can, that is if she will…
Feeling a bit embarrassed about the idea, Yukarin couldn’t help but look away from the other girl, a blush forming across her cheeks. “W-well…you c-can make some money out of it if you…sell it to me for 1000 yen.” Yukarin timidly suggested, peeking shyly at her friend through the corner of her eye. Internally, she was dreading the fact that her friend would make fun of her for even wanting a silly crown, but then she got a surprise when the other girl simply said, “3000 yen,” stumping Yukarin with that outrageous price.
“What?!” Yukarin turned to look at her aloof friend, giving her an incredulous look. “3000 yen?! Are you insane?!”
“Take it or leave it.” Mariko responded with a nonchalant shrug.
Wanting to have that crown—for whatever reason—with a glare, Yukarin bargained, “1500.”
Keeping her lazy position, Mariko retorted with a grin, “2500”
“2000 along with the sash.” Yukarin negotiated again, her eyes narrowed to slits as she looks cautiously at the other girl who looked mildly amused. The two friends stared at each other for a while until the taller girl’s lips began twitching trying not to laugh at her serious looking friend. Upon seeing that, Yukarin let out a sigh.
“You were just trolling, weren’t you?” She asked flatly, her eyes narrowed at the taller girl who finally cracked and began laughing, her shoulders trembling as she does so.
She pointed at her friend as she says in between laughs, “You look so serious.”
“Well excuse me for wanting to win my dream award just once.” Her friend huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. Somehow that stopped Mariko from laughing as she blinked back her surprise. Yukarin’s dream award? Yukarin wants to be…Prom Queen?
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Mariko asked as she sat up, frowning slightly at the other girl. “If I’d known, I would have just backed down from that and offer you my place.” And she would in a heartbeat. She really wasn’t into this whole Prom Queen thing anyway even if almost all of her classmates nominated her for it. It just seemed so…useless to her.
Now that she thinks about it, why did she even agree to this whole thing anyway?
Yukarin let out a snort. “Yeah right, like I’ll win that.” She retorted with a bitter tone as she rolled her eyes. “If you stepped down, then that would leave me to compete with your rival. I’m pretty sure that my popularity standing is nowhere in par with yours and hers.” Yukarin added, stating the obvious and main reason why any girl—other than Mariko of course—would likely win in being Prom Queen. It was because like Mariko, her rival was also the most popular girl in school. And surely, Yukarin can’t compete with THAT.
Hearing that simply stunned Mariko. Now she remembers why she agree to this whole Prom Queen business.
It’s because of…her.
“Well you’ve got that right.” Nonti suddenly said as she came back from the bathroom, sitting back next to Mariko. “Her popularity standing is pretty much imaginary compared to yours.”
“Hey!” Yukarin exclaimed, pointing her manicured finger to Nonti as she gave her a glare. “You talk as if yours is much better than mine! I’ll have you know, there are a few people who come to me asking who the hell you are!”
“Liar!” The other retorted as she slammed her hand on the table, causing Mariko and the things on the table to jump a little from the sudden action. Even the people on the other table couldn’t help but look at the commotion. “Everybody knows me! It’s YOU they have a problem remembering!”
“NO THEY DON’T!”
“YES THEY DO!”
And Mariko couldn’t help but sigh and slide down on her seat as another needless battle among her friends had commenced. Even in prom night, the two still find ways to irritate each other. It’s a wonder to Mariko how her two friends still end up being friends despite the harsh words and criticism they do to each other. As far as Mariko is concerned, these two friends of hers consider the each other as friends and enemies.
Friends and enemies…huh.
“Keep your friends close…and enemies closer.” Mariko mumbled to herself as she downheartedly stared at the messed up cake in front of her. Thoughts of HER just suddenly invaded Mariko’s mind once again.
Her rival.
Her.
“Hey, lookie who decided to finally show up.” Nonti suddenly nudge her shoulder, snapping her out from her reverie. Frowning slightly, she sat up and turned to look at where her friend is pointing at. Somehow, she wasn’t surprised to see that person she kept on thinking about for days now entering the grand ballroom with her usual smile along with an unknown good-looking man who was wearing aviators. Despite how weird that is for Mariko, her gaze just stayed locked at her, especially her arm that was looped together on her date’s arm.
Mariko clenched her jaw tight.
Her rival.
HER.
“Kojima Haruna.” Nonti said in a guttural whisper, her eyes narrowed to slits while she shook her head. “Like always, she looks amazing.”
Upon hearing that, Mariko averted her gaze and looked at her rival’s full appearance. Nonti was right, she does look amazing and glamorous with her light pink, floor length lace up dress that has a strapless, tapered neck line that creates the shape of a heart with fabric around the bust that accentuates her curves perfectly. Her hair that was usually straight was now styled with a few waves which somehow gives off a sexy feel to it. She really looked amazing to Mariko. But then again, much like Nonti said earlier…
…hasn’t she always looked amazing?
“Oh wow, is that…is her date Robin Thicke?!” Yukarin pointed out, her mouth agape in shock as she stared at the aviator wearing man. Robin…
“Who?” Mariko asked as she looked at her gaping friend who just suddenly turned towards her causing her to jerk a little.
“Robin Thicke! You know…” Yukarin said as she leaned extremely close to Mariko, giving her an incredulous look.
Much like anyone who unwantedly invaded her personal space, Mariko leaned back and gave her a forced smile. Or rather a forced smile that looked like a grimace. “Uh, no. I don’t know.”
“I know you want it, you’re a good girl…?” Yukarin sang out of tune and still, Mariko was drawing blank. With a frustrated sigh, Yukarin leaned back and held out her hands, still keeping the incredulous look on her face as she added, “Blurred lines…?”
“Your description IS pretty blurry.” Mariko nodded with a slight frown that instantly turned into a confused look as her friend let out a frustrated groan, messing her hair as she does so like a mad woman. It was an interesting sight to see for the taller girl. Yet she can’t help but feel slightly bad that she can’t connect the dots to what Yukarin was talking about. It can’t be helped since…
“You can’t blame Mariko for not knowing who Robin Thicke is since she doesn’t find Western Singers interesting.” Nonti said with a giggle. “Plus she was pretty much busy focusing on her little tennis matches to even listen or watch anything.”
Despite how her friend had the intent of defending her, Mariko couldn’t help but glare at Nonti’s choice of words. “I wouldn’t call the ‘Japan Nationwide Junior High School Championship’ little tennis match.” Mariko growled irritated, crossing her arms over her chest. She really hates it when people belittle something she worked so hard for. And calling it ‘little’ was downright rude for the tall girl.
“So did not mean to disrespect the champion of the Japan Nationwide Junior High School Championship.” Nonti said offering Mariko a playful smile as she held out her hands as if in defense. “Want me to congratulate you again for winning, Ms. Champion?”
Mariko quickly bit her lower lip, trying to restrain the smile that was trying to break free from her scowl. Only did she saw Nonti grin and moved her eyebrows did the threatening smile finally broke free from her lips. She looked away, wearing a smug smile despite the giggles from her friends as she once again easily folded just by hearing someone call her champion. Well she is, and like any normal person who worked hard for something she is passionate about and won through blood and sweat, she can’t help but feel damn proud of it.
So damn proud that she can’t help but gloat about it a little.
“Well, as for an apology, I wouldn’t mind hearing you congratulate me again.” She said coyly, blinking a few times while she kept her eyes away from the two.
“Uekara Mariko!” The two simultaneously exclaimed, bowing with their hands held up in front of Mariko whilst they stay seated on their seats. “We adore your amazing tennis prowess along with your magnificent tan.”
Despite the looks they were receiving, Mariko couldn’t help but grin at the attention her friends were giving her. And yes, with her playing out on the tennis court in the sometimes scorching sun, her skin eventually tanned up a bit. But to Mariko, it doesn’t look magnificent though.
The grin on her face slowly turned into a frown as she looked at her tanned arm. “Does it…really look good? I mean me being all tanned up.” She couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure upon seeing how her skin seemed a bit darker than before.
“Oh c’mon.” Yukarin groaned out before placing both her hands on the taller girl’s shoulder, causing the latter to blink back her surprise. “You have absolutely no idea how much perfect your tan is together with your white dress. You look like a Greek goddess for god’s sakes! It’s perfect.”
And she is. With a front splitting, beading white dress that has a sleeveless one shoulder neckline that accentuates her long neck and thin shoulders; a elegant sweep train hemline that is perfect for her tall figure; along with how her short hair was had little waves on the side and tied in a ponytail; to top it off, her skin had this bronze look to it, Mariko indeed looked like a Greek goddess.
“A Japanese Greek goddess.” Nonti corrected with a smirk as she looked at Mariko who frowned and turned to glance at Nonti. She opened her mouth to retort back when Yukarin suddenly began shaking her, causing her to look back at her crazed friend.
“Don’t you see?! With you looking like that and you winning the prestigious tennis tournament crap—“
Mariko narrowed her eyes at that, still her friend continued her tirade.
“—you’ll sure to be Prom Queen later on! Nike and Adidas are even trying to sign you up for their tennis teen apparels which is a VERY big thing! Haruna is definitely no match for you now especially when they lost the cheering tournament and she knows it! That’s why she probably brought Robin Thicke as her date to somehow reclaim what’s left of her popularity! And remember? You promised me you’d give me the crown together with the sash for free?! Remember?!”
The shaking was getting out of hand along with her friend looking a bit on the loony, deranged side. Using her hands, she dislodge herself from Yukarin’s hold and pushed her lightly away from her with a scowl. “Okay, calm down you crazy. Take a chill pill will you.”
“S-sorry.” Yukarin said with a sigh, her shoulders slumping a bit. “It’s just…first prom jitters and lots of supportive friend energy. Plus I went crazy on the cappuccino earlier.” She added giving her tall friend a sheepish smile which the other responded with a glare while she massaged her right shoulder.
“As much as it’s fun to see you two horsing around like idiots…” Nonti received glares for that. Still, she kept the grin on her face as she rests her chin in her hand and pointed out, “…your hair’s a bit messy on the back. You should probably fix that before they crown you.”
Gritting her teeth, Mariko shoots a glare to Yukarin who instantly jerked in fear and blurted out, “Icouldcomewithyouandhelpyouwiththatsinceit’sallmyfault,” without spaces.
Mariko kept her glare.
Yukarin smiled sheepishly.
Nonti frowned at her deformed cake with seemingly acne holes on it.
Seeing this normality, Mariko couldn’t help but crack a smile. Despite them being in a grand ballroom, wearing formal wear and trying to at least eat like proper ladies; despite it being prom night, with the three of them going together at prom, it felt normal to Mariko. And that’s all she ever wanted for this night to be.
Normal.
Mariko’s smile widened earning her confused stares from the two. Ignoring the stares, Mariko grabbed her hand purse on one hand and grabbed Yukarin’s wrist on the other, tugging her to stand up and eventually began dragging her towards the exit.
“Hurry back!” Nonti told them as she looked at their retreating form. “I’ll be right here tending to my…messed up cake with…acne holes.” Nonti cocked her head to the side, looking at her deformed cake weirdly.
After a few ‘maybe later’ which was accompanied with a forced smile to her awaiting patrons who wanted to dance with her; as the two made their way towards the exit, midway towards the exit, Yukarin yanked her hand from Mariko’s hold and groaned out, “You know I have no problem being dragged in our school uniform—”
Mariko turned to look at her glaring friend.
“—but please treat me with respect if we’re dressed this formally, you know.” Yukarin motioned at her light blue prom dress before placing her hands to her waist still glaring at her friend.
Rolling her eyes at her coffee high, drama queen friend, Mariko conceded on Yukarin’s whine and went on treating her with respect by looping her arm to hers much like a couple would and pulled the other girl close to her, their shoulder’s touching.
Yukarin recoiled as she raised her eyebrow at Mariko, feeling weirded out by the sudden closeness they have. “Okay, that’s…that’s too much respect. Too much. Like, let go now before someone thinks we’re together or something.” She said alarmed as she looked around. There were indeed stares being thrown at them, and well it wasn’t surprising really since she was with Mariko but still!
“I’m appalled!” Mariko says dramatically as she tightened her hold on the other girl who was struggling to break free. “Didn’t you ask me to go with you to the prom as my date?!”
“Sh-shut up!” Yukarin exclaimed with a glare, blushing as more people turned to look at them curiously. “I did not! You were the one who asked us to be your date!”
Mariko’s free hand made its way to her chest, giving Yukarin a faux shocked expression. “Is this how you treat your date?! I’m hurt! My girly pride is broken!” She trolled melodramatically, tilting her head upward and placing the back of her free hand on her forehead.
“Mariko!” Yukarin chided in a loud whisper. “Cut it out! Stop saying that we’re on a date! You want me to get killed here?”
Mariko couldn’t help but roll her eyes noticing that Yukarin was indeed getting glares from guys and even some of the girls who were seemingly listening to their conversation despite most of them having quite a distance from where they are. It was like, everyone who was glaring at Yukarin hated the fact that Mariko was holding her friend. Or maybe it’s because some of them were just eating bitter candy since she just easily declined some of their invitation into going to the prom together with them by saying something tactless like she’d rather go out with her friends than with a date without so much as letting them finish their question.
Could be the latter, but in her defense she was getting annoyed at being constantly asked. She liked the attention, sure. But if the attention was like every turn she makes in the hallway someone would ask her to go to the prom with her? Then no. She didn’t want THAT kind of attention or rather exaggeration. Sure she did feel a bit bad despite the annoyance, still she prefers to go to the prom with her friends.
“Geez, obviously you’re not the only one who needs to take a chill pill.” Mariko mumbled with a frown, keeping her arms locked on Yukarin as she tugs her to walk again towards the exit.
“With you being dressed like that, I think maybe they forgot you’re Troll-sama.”
Mariko turned to look at her while they walk arm in arm. “Still, it doesn’t give them the right to glare at you and be all jealous. I mean you’re just my—whoa!” Mariko suddenly let out a yelp as her companion placed her free hand on her arm and abruptly pulled her back to stop, saving her from the embarrassment of bumping into someone as she was obviously not looking at where she was going. Turning to look at the person she almost collided to, she found herself looking at… HER.
Kojima Haruna.
“Shinoda Mariko.” Haruna greeted with a nod, giving Mariko her usual fake smile.
Mariko internally cursed herself before she greeted the other in the same manner. “Kojima Haruna.”
The two stared at each other for a while with their fake smiles plastered across their lips.
Their eyes held a different story though.
“I heard you won the tournament. Congratulations.” Haruna said, her voice devoid of emotions.
Mariko’s eyebrow twitched. “Yeah, I did. Thanks.” She awkwardly said wondering if she just imagined the girl gave her a genuine smile whilst she congratulated her. It was only a fleeting second so the taller girl doesn’t know if she indeed see it or not. Now she’s wondering if she should return the imaginary smile she just saw or what.
Shaking those thoughts away, she decided to at least play nice for the other girl as she says, “I heard about how your squad didn’t win. Sorry about that,” in a blasé tone. Yes, she opted to play nice with a little touch of apathy on the side. It was usually how they were anyway since that little moment happened a month ago.
Haruna noticed it and somehow eased the fake smile she has as she shrugs nonchalantly. “We tried our best, but luck wasn’t on our side at that time.”
“I guess you can say that.” Mariko let out a soft chuckle before giving Haruna a slight grin, somewhat finding her reply funny. They were just…civil with each other, just talking casually. Even though this whole change happened a month ago, she still can’t get used to it. It’s weirdly amusing for the tall tennis player. And despite the swirling emotions and warning signs going on inside Mariko that confuses her, she still can’t help but grin and be amused by this interaction they have.
The person beside her, Yukarin, was far from being amused though as she darts her eyes between Mariko and Haruna, frowning slightly as it seemed like the two were trapped in their own world. She was intrigued by the two, but then that intrigue just completely shattered when she glanced at Haruna’s date who was smiling quite handsomely at her. Well, she’s not entirely sure if Robin Thicke was looking at her what with him wearing aviator sunglasses, still, she decided to give the man a lovesick smile, batting her long eyelashes in an attempt to sway the man.
Unfortunately for Yukarin, Robin Thicke had his eyes on the tall, tanned tennis player.
The western singer licked his lips sensually before nudging his date lightly on her shoulder causing the other to snap out from her musings and look at her date confusedly.
“Dōnyū…namae.” Robin says to Haruna in a thick accent as he motioned towards him and Mariko.
Instantly understanding what her date was trying to say, Haruna nodded her head then turned to look at the confused Mariko. “Right. Uh, Shinoda-san, this is my date, Mr. Robin Thicke.” She introduced Mariko to the smug looking man who began fixing his tie. Ignoring how the look the western singer threw at Mariko bothered her a bit, she motioned Robin to Mariko saying, “Robin-san…namae Shinoda Mariko.”
“Tomodachi?” Robin asked innocently, pointing at the weirded out Mariko who raised her eyebrow at Haruna, interested to know what her answer would be.
She watches as Haruna seemed to be surprised by her date’s question, but upon glancing at Mariko’s curious gaze on her for a second, she frowned a little, pursed her lips for a second then stammered hesitantly, “H-hai…” to her date with her face flaring up a bit.
Mariko blinked back her surprise. She and Haruna were…?
“He only knows a few Japanese words. Friend is obviously one of them.” Haruna quickly whipped her head towards her rival and explained to the perplexed Mariko, who again raised her eyebrow.
“I didn’t say anything.” She grumbled, defending herself.
Haruna gave her a glare, opening her mouth to retort when her date suddenly intervene what he thought was a friendly chat between the two ‘tomodachi(s).’
“Dozo yoroshiku.” The western singer said as he held out his hand for Mariko to shake.
Mariko looked at the offered hand then at its owner, her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she looked at the confident smile the singer was giving her. Truthfully, she REALLY doesn’t like over confident guys that thinks he could sack any woman he wants just because he’s supposed to be famous or something. It was actually a major turn off for Mariko and seeing that the singer seemed to be exactly that, she was torn between brushing him off and taking his hand for niceness sakes. Yukarin seems to think that she should do the latter as she nudged Mariko and gave her a look as she motioned her to take the man’s hand.
She rolled her eyes at her friend before she turned to look at Haruna’s date and took hold of his hand. “Nice to meet you.” She replied flatly giving the over confident, aviator wearing man a forced smile. She didn’t bother to hide the disinterest in her appearance as the two shook hands. She didn’t even hide the glare that came after as the western singer offered her a crooked smile, his thumb began caressing the back of her hand while their hand stayed locked for a little bit longer much to the tall tennis player’s displeasure.
“
You have powerful and lovely hands. I like that.” Robin said in english which caused the other girl to tilt her head slightly to the side, confused as she didn’t fully understand it. All she understood was the words ‘you’ and ‘hands.’ There was something about full? Or was it fool?
She has fool hands??
Before Mariko could further decipher what the foreign man said to her, Haruna took hold of her date’s arm and began lightly tugging it. “
Yes, yes…nice hands.” Haruna said with a nod, giving the other a forced smile. Obviously, much like her date when it comes to Japanese, Haruna knows little English words as well. She often watch western shows so she can understand it a little. What Robin told Mariko, she understood it well…
…and she didn’t like it. Not one bit.
The moment Robin finally released her hand—with the help of Haruna of course, who looked a bit upset—Mariko glanced at Yukarin and gave her a confused look, silently asking her what the man said to her. Unfortunately, much like Mariko when it comes to English, Yukarin and English doesn’t mix too well which prompted her to give her friend a shrug as a response.
“So…” Haruna says before she cleared her throat, causing the two friends to turn their attention back to her. “Where are your dates?” She asked with a blasé tone as she frowned at the two. She was curious though since she heard that tons of guys asked Mariko out to the prom and one of them is her ex-boyfriend. Correction; cheating, asshole, ex-boyfriend. She wanted to know if Mariko took the invitation. And if she did, all hell will break loose. But then, she wondered if hell will break loose to Mariko for being with her ex or to her ex-boyfriend for being with Mariko.
Somehow she had a feeling it will be the latter…
Haruna clenched her jaw tight at the thought.
Not knowing the inner turmoil going on inside the other girl, Mariko tightened her hold on Yukarin—who let out a soft groan of annoyance—and gave the girl in front of her a smug smile. “Isn’t it obvious who my date is?”
Haruna didn’t get it at first. It was obvious as she frowned and tilted her head to the side, giving the tennis player a confused look. Only when she heard Yukarin groaned out Mariko’s name and began struggling to move away from the other girl’s grasp did she put two and two together.
“Y-yo-you…and…?” Haruna gaped, pointing at Mariko then at Yukarin. Mariko’s date is…?
“Yukarin, yes, we’re together.” Mariko replied in mild annoyance as she pulled her struggling friend to her. Despite the annoyance, she kept her smug smile to the surprised looking girl. When she noticed that Haruna’s gaze turned to their locked arms, Mariko quickly shoot a glare to Yukarin who glared back not really liking this whole thing a bit. Robin Thicke might think she likes girls even though he has no idea who she is since Haruna obviously forgot to introduce her, but still!
“You came with a…girl…” Was Haruna’s soft whisper.
“Yes, and is that a bad……..thing…?” Mariko’s playful tone slowly turns into a whisper the moment she turned to look back at the other girl. Mariko’s eyebrow furrowed slightly upon noticing the crestfallen look Haruna has on their locked arms. Despite feeling confused at the sudden change of behavior from Haruna, Mariko couldn’t help but feel bad for trolling her. Yes, she was merely trolling her and Yukarin as she just wanted a normal interaction. She imagined Yukarin being annoyed at what she was implying—which of course happened—and Haruna shooting her a look upon knowing that she went with a friend. She even imagined the other girl calling her a loser for being with a friend on prom night and gloating that she has a western singer as a date. That’s how Mariko imagined it, really. Haruna not bothering to hide the hurt and pain she feels as she looks at her?
No. Mariko didn’t imagined that.
Ignoring the little cogs that were turning inside her head, Yukarin noticed the troubled look of her friend and decided to intervene to help her. “Well, this is fun. But you know what’s more fun? Peeing.” Yukarin says before she began tugging her friend who looked at her weirdly. Letting out a sigh, she added, “Yes, Mariko. Bathroom. Peeing. Needed. Now,” as she began to push the bewildered girl.
Near the exit, Yukarin glanced behind her noting the dejected look Haruna still has as she looked at the floor. Seeing that, the cog inside her head finished its full turn causing a light bulb to shine.
“Well I’ll be…” She muttered with a smile.
~It seems so wrong to even try
But taking a chance never felt so right
Whoa, whoa go figure~
TBC