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AN: Hey, I finally updated this! I sort of had writer’s block on this story, but inspiration had just came to me! I hope this is a good chapter…
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Chapter 3
After I got my legs untangled, I sleepily walked to the bathroom, only to find out that my annoying, good-for-nothing, older sister was taking a shower. So, still sleepy, I began pounding, albeit a bit weakly, but pounding no less, on the door, wishing that my dear sister would just disappear, leaving the bathroom door open.
But alas, she replied with a “Go use the downstairs bathroom, you little brat!”
I sighed, and then I slowly walked down the stairs, sluggishly taking a step to the downstairs bathroom, hoping for a nice, hot shower to wake me up. Unfortunately, the water was a little too hot and I almost jumped out of my skin. Figures…that always happens to me. Hmm…I wonder why I’m not used to the water temperature yet. After all, that was the third time this week.
When I got out of the dreaded, mismatched temperature shower, I found out that I forgot to bring any clothes into the bathroom. So I wrapped a towel around myself, and then walked out the door, leaving the fan on.
I was now wide awake, and humming a lively tune, I prepared to walk up the stairs when I glimpsed a messy mob of dark brown hair in the living room couch. I blinked. Nobody in my family has dark brown hair, well except my sister who I can almost swear is the devil’s wife. But Mai never keeps her that messy, her hair is three inches past shoulder length, and her hair also has blonde in it. Not to mention she was in the shower when I last saw her, so her hair has to be wet.
That messy mob of hair is not wet.
I gulped and slowly turned around, silently praying that it was not a boy.
Apparently my prayers weren’t answered.
In fact, they never answer any of my prayers!
Why am I saying that, you ask?
Because the person with the messy mob of dark brown hair was a boy. And that boy with the messy mob of dark brown hair was the one who ruined my date with the cute senior I had a crush on for like, forever that was also the very first date I ever had.
Aw man, why do things never go my way today?
Ugh, gotta wake up. Have to impress the people who I have live with for the next few months. Or else they might back out. But…so sleepy…maybe I shouldn’t have stayed up until 4 last night watching horror movies. Only got 2 hours of sleep. But damn, I look hot even when I’m sleep deprived. Yukio thought as he slowly trudged up the front steps of his soon to be temporary home.
He straightened himself up when he was at the top of the steps. He blinked to get his eyes to focus, looked down at his clothes to see if they are presentable, and plastered on a smile.
If someone were to pass by, then they would think that the boy was wide awake and most definitely a morning person. But of course, they are wrong. Yukio was definitely not a morning person.
He rang the doorbell and waited patiently for someone to open the door. After a minute of no one coming to the door, he pushed the doorbell again, his smile wearing off. After about two minutes, he rang the doorbell again, this time three times. Nobody answered.
“Damn it.” Yukio cursed under his breath before ringing the bell continuously.
After twenty seconds of ringing the damn bell, the door opened revealing a woman of thirty-nine. She had dirty blonde hair that was now in a messy bun and crystal blue eyes. She was out of breath. “S-sorry about that, I was in my office and I just thought that it was my youngest daughter’s alarm clock.” She regained her breath and smiled warmly. “You must be the Yukio Sasaki.”
He just nodded. Shit…she has a daughter? No…she said youngest daughter. So she must have more than one…maybe two. But what if they are young…as in little young? Ah, oh well.
“Please come in.” He stepped in and she closed the door behind him.
Yukio followed her to the living room and sat down on the sofa.
“I think I would be best if my kids thought that you were a student who was renting the guest room upstairs. Mai would absolutely freak and tell everybody she knew if she found out that there was a superstar living in her house. It’s just like her.” Mrs. Kiromoni said, shuffling through the papers on the table.
“Who’s Mai?”
“My oldest daughter. She turned 19 last week. So do you agree?”
Damn…too old. Oh well, lots of fish in the sea. “Sure. Why not? I’m not really pleased with the idea of me being crushed by fans…”
Mrs. Kiromoni chuckled. “Of course. Well, it says here that your name will be Akira Suzuki. Your parents have died in a car accident when you were thirteen and have lived with your aunt since. Now you are living here and going to Montgomery High School. Is that correct?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“Ok then, your room is on the second floor, down to the right of the hallway. It is the last door.” She got up. “I would show you myself, but I’m afraid that I have to go to work. One of my daughters will show you, I guess.” She picked up her briefcase. “Oh, and Kita, my youngest daughter, goes to the school you will be going to. She’ll probably show you around.”
“Alright, thanks. Good bye!” Yukio called out cheerfully as she walked out the door.
He heard the muffled good bye before a car driving out. He immediately dropped the I-am-very-much-a-morning-person act.
Hmm…the girl goes to my school? So she has to at least be 15…nice…I wonder if she’s hot. Probably. I mean, she does have an attractive mother. Ah…if only she was 12 years younger…
“Go use the downstairs bathroom, you little brat!” He snapped out of his thoughts and his eyes traveled to the stairs.
He saw a girl about seventeen slowly walking down the steps muttering. “Stupid good for nothing sister who always hogs the bathroom…It’s supposed to be mine too…”
Yukio blinked. Ah, so this was the little daughter named Kita. He suddenly grinned. Well, apparently this little girl isn’t fifteen…nor a morning person. He winced as she almost tripped down the stairs.
“Stupid stairs…it always hated me, I knew it…”
He raised an eyebrow at the muttering, but kept quiet. Hmm…not bad. Not bad at all…hey, she’s hot. She was now at the bottom of the stairs and was walking towards a door.
Black hair…never been with a girl who had black hair…unless you count the one who dyed her hair…but doesn’t look that attractive when your hair is sticking out in all directions…actually it looks kinda cute…Come on, lift your head! I wanna see your eyes, dammit!
She went into the bathroom without so much of a glance.
…damn…wait…she didn’t know I was here? Man, she must definitely not be a morning person…even more than me.
About 10 minutes later, a girl of nineteen came bounding down the stairs. Her dirty blonde hair was swept up in a pony tail and she was wearing a white tank top with low rise jeans. She took one look at me and said, “Oh, you must be the one mom told us about. You know, the one who is using the extra room upstairs?”
“Yeah.”
She walked closer and stuck out her hand. “I’m Mai Kiromoni. Nice to meet you.”
“Akira Suzuki. Pleasure.” He shook the hand.
She withdrew her hand and looked at me. “You know…you look like Yukio Sasaki. You know, the superstar?”
“I’ve heard that often.” I have heard that often because I am him!
“Oh, well, I have to go to a friend’s house now, so ask Kita to show you around. You are going to Montgomery High, right?”
“Yes.”
“Yeah, she’ll show you around school too, I guess. Well, see you later.” With that she walked out the door.
Yukio blinked to get his mind to catch up and took a magazine off the coffee table.
The name of the magazine, you ask?
Seventeen.
He flipped through the pages and stopped at a random one. He read the subtitle.
‘Are You Gay? Take this quiz to find out!’
He shuddered at the thought of him being gay. If I was, then lots of girls would be disappointed and my career would drop like a stick on fire. He flipped the page.
He found a big picture of an eyelash curler. ‘Find out how to use an eyelash curler! Special Tips!’
That’s an eyelash curler? As in, you put that NEAR the eye? Note to self: Never go near a 10 foot radius of a girl who has an eyelash curler in her possession.
He flipped another few pages before reading. ‘Hottest New Summer Shoes, Right Here!’
He looked at the pictures of the shoes. Um…the shoes are pointy. And…sharp. Warning: Never upset a girl who is wearing pointy shoes. Or pointy heels.
He turned pages until he stopped at one.
‘Are You Ready-’
He was NOT going to finish reading that. He promptly closed the magazine (also known as a guy’s worst nightmare…) and set it back on the table.
That was when the door to the bathroom opened and Kita stepped out…
In nothing but a towel.
You have got to be kidding me…
She hummed a tune and was about to go up the stairs with out noticing him, but then she turned stock still with her back turned. Then slowly she turned around…and looked at him with wide green eyes.
“Y-y-you!” She stuttered.
Hey, it’s that girl I met yesterday! At the mall, you one who I successfully ruined her date! Man, she’s hotter today…and look at that ass…
“What are you doing here?! Are you some kind of stalker?!?!”
“You have a nice ass.” Yukio commented.
He never saw the slap that was coming.
Longest chapter in this story, I hope you like Kita.
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Disclaimer: I do not own the magazine Seventeen.
Note: The titles belong to me. The characters, the plot, etc. also belong to me. So you cannot use it unless you have permission from me! (Sticks tongue out)
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