Author: dearestmelody PM
My best friend Aya begged me to go to the rave. I agreed. She said to lie to my parents. I obliged. She made me wear those 'slutty' clothes. I complied. She told me not to hang out with him anymore. That I disagreed.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 5,133 - Reviews: 58 - Favs: 18 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 07-24-06 - Published: 08-06-05 - id: 1979762
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AN: I AM SO SORRY!!!! That is all I have to say. I hope that many of my readers are still reading this. I am SO SO SO SO sorry!!
Disclaimer: Jesse McCartney and Orlando Bloom are not mine. Though it would be absolutely delightful if Jesse McCartney was.
I was shifted from being dead to being a half dead, cranky person when the sunlight blasted through the curtains at 9 am.
I groaned as I pushed myself up and looked around the room, eyes squinted.
Pink curtains, pink wallpaper with little white flowers on it, pink phone, pink laptop cover, white, childish furniture with pink flowers printed on them, stuffed animals, an open closet with various pink clothes and hats, and goodness! Pink bed covers.
I jumped out of the bed and sprinted out the door, only stopping when I got to the kitchen. Suddenly, my head started hurting and I leaned against the wall until my mind started clearing up.
I groaned and looked at the two gaping- excuse me, one gaping, the other is snickering quietly to herself- people in the room.
"Well, isn't this a site to see at breakfast. My little sister's best friend standing in our kitchen in a very revealing nightgown. Really, you spoil me, Risa." The male in the room, Hiroshi, Aya's older brother, commented as he sipped the milk from his cereal.
"A pink one at that." My so-called best friend piped up.
I looked at them in confusion, then looked down to see that what they were saying were indeed true.
I blushed to the roots of my hair and desperately tried to cover myself up. I grabbed the closest thing next to me and put it on. Which happened to be Hiroshi's shirt.
I pulled it off him as fast I could without spilling his cereal.
"If you wanted me to get naked, then you could have told me, you know." Hiroshi said, winking at me.
"Hiroshi, I've known you since I was 3 years old. I've seen you naked enough already." I commented as I put on the black tee. It reached all the way to my knees, effectively covering the entire nightgown.
He merely looked surprised. "When?"
I put a finger up. "One, when we were swimming in the pool when I was 7 years old and you were 9. Your swimming trunks fell off." I put up another finger. "Two, when I was 14 and you were 16. You were drinking and thought it would be a good idea to run around the neighborhood naked, singing very loudly, 'I'm A Little Teapot!'" I held up a third finger. "Three, when I was 15 and you were 17. I was going to get something from your room because Aya told me to, and you were had nothing on except for your boxers. And there was a girl who had nothing on except for her undergarments right next to you." Another finger. "Four, when I was 17 and you were 19. I was at school going to the art studio to drop things off to the teacher and there, you were, posing naked for an artist."
Hiroshi looked at me, eyes wide and his mouth gaping open. "What the-! You have to have the greatest memory in the world in order to remember all that!!"
I shrugged. "Nah, that just scarred me for life. That's how I remember it. Oh! I almost forgot." I held up my hand, all fingers outstretched. "Five, when I was 18 and you were 20. It was my birthday and my so-called best friend forced me to go a rave. I opened a door to get some rest. I saw some very unpleasant things in the room. You shouted at me, 'Get the blank out of here!' Of course you didn't say blank…"
"Shit, that was you?!"
I replied dryly. "Apparently."
By this time Aya was laughing like a maniac. "Y-you-! Hahahahahaha!!! Risa!! Y-you s-saw H-Hiroshi s-screwing s-someone!!!!"
Both Hiroshi and I glared at her. "Shut up."
"I didn't think so either. I mean, I wasn't supposed to, because my parents would die if they knew. And believe me, that is gonna be the last drunk episode of mine." I also licked my strawberry flavored ice cream.
We were walking in the park, my hangover gone after I took some aspirin. As a so-called "treat" of my first drunk episode, we got ice cream. I rolled my eyes as she said that.
"But it was sort of funny, you dancing in front of all those people like you were some kind of stripper or something..." Giggles burst from her at the thought. "And all those catcalls! What were they, um… 'Baby, where've you been all my life? Come here and KISS me!' and like, 'You're fuckin' on fire!!" She cracked up.
I gave her a sullen look. "Whatever."
When she finally calmed down, she spoke again. "But there were sort of jealous outbursts too. Like, 'You slut! You took all the attention away from me!!' I was laughing so badly!" And she proceeded to laugh…again.
People who passed by looked at the girl who I don't know that is right next to me like she was crazy. Finally, Aya calmed down and licked her already melted ice cream.
"Anyway. How could you get drunk off of half a cup of beer?"
"I have no idea. I guess it was because it was my first time drinking?" I left off in a questioning voice.
"Nah. That didn't happen to me when I first got drunk. It took me, like, 4 cups."
"That's bad for your liver, you know." I said.
"Gosh, you sound like such a nerd."
Talking in a nasal voice, I replied. "Well, I am a nerd." We both laughed.
After that, we talked about various things, like school, boys, her boyfriend (Ten minutes were spent with Aya squealing like a pig about how hot he was), books, celebrities (Also was a time when we argued who was hotter American, Jesse McCartney or Orlando Bloom. I said Jesse McCartney, of course), and all those other things.
"Speaking of hot guys…" Aya said slyly.
"We were speaking about hot guys?" I played dumb. Something sneaky was on her mind.
"Uh…Orlando Bloom and Jesse McCartney, duh!"
"Anyway, I couldn't imagine that you would actually go for a bad boy!" She jumped up and down in excitement and squealed.
"…Huh?" I had no idea what she was talking about. "What are you talking about?"
"Don't play dumb! You know very well who I am talking about!"
"No I don't. Whom are you talking about?"
"Are you kidding me? I am talking about Saki Morishima!!!!" She practically shouted.
"What about him?" I bit my ice cream cone.
"He's the one who carried you down from the stage!!!!" This time she did scream.
"So?" Then my mind registered what she said. "Wait…WHAT? Saki Morishima?"
"THE Saki Morishima?!"
I dropped my cone. "THE Saki Morishima that went to jail for doing illegal drugs yet the girls still love him?!?!?!?!?!"
I will not say that I did not pass out after screaming out a word that I was not supposed to.
And I will also not say that after I came to and remembered what had transpired 5 seconds or so I screamed out every curse word imaginable.
I am officially doomed.
I very much hope that I update sooner. I already got a head start on the next chapter…so I hope.
Was this chapter good? I had writer's block , but I hope it's gone now.
Sorry it's it so short.