I'm Hanging By A Thread Ch.18
Previously on Dfectiv 3maj!n8shun: The truth is out. And the world knows...Ok well not the whole world but you get my drift right? Everything's content and well today's the day Ev gets her stitches out. Hopefully nothing goes wrong. To find out you must read on!!
Two weeks passed. Our CD is released. I went to my check up appointment. I had gone by myself just to let you know. Everything is at ease and welp today is the “take the stitches out day!” Yes, my body will be out of any other extra threads! It is an early appointment so I don’t have to worry about the others being worried about me. You know how they are. “Do you want us to take you there?” I refuse. “Are you sure?” I refuse. “Ok come on. I’ll take you there.” I protest. “Let’s go~” I concede. There’s no point in going on. Least I’m glad they don’t pressure me to do things I don’t like in that way.
I got ready and walked out of my room to Teniji’s door.
Knock. Knock.
“Come in,” the not so morning voice came from behind the door. I opened the door and saw him half asleep. I walked over to his bed.
“Can I borrow your car? I’ll be back in a bit,” I said. He’s so cute. His shirt is off showing his nicely toned body, his black hair in total disarray, his blanket wrapped around his body, pillows on the floor, clothes that looked like they were taken off before going to bed at the foot of the bed, typical boy’s room.
“What? Why?” he asked his eyes struggling to open.
“I’m just going to…run some errands,” I said quickly.
“You’re lying,” now his eyes are open but in a suspicious manner.
“I’m not lying,” I protested. I kept a straight face. I’m not! I swear! Taking off these stitches is like an errand to me.
“What kind of errands?” he asked getting up, stabling his upper body with his elbows.
“Hospital,” I simply stated.
“What?! Did something happen to you!? Are you ok?!” he was (nearly) screaming out the words hysterically. He jumped out of bed and instantly lifted my shirt just enough to see my scar.
“Teniji,” I giggled, ”I’m fine. I’m just getting the threads off. Don’t worry.”
“O god. Don’t scare me like that,” he said putting my shirt down and standing up straight. I looked around his room and went searching for his keys.
“I didn’t. You just overreacted,” I said pointing at him while I was looking through the pants that was on the floor.
Jingle. Jingle.
Found it! I grabbed his keys from inside the pocket and walked to the door.
“I’m going with you,” he said walking behind me.
“What?” I turned around in disbelief.
He nods in a parental kind of way.
“Why?” I asked in a whiny voice.
“I don’t trust your driving,” he said grabbing his keys from my hand.
“You know, I’m a good driver. I learned from the best,” I said trying to get the keys back.
“Yeah you did, didn’t you?” he said lifting the keys over his head, smiling cockily.
“Oh shut up,” I said. This guy, he can be so full of himself sometime.
He walked passed me and reached the door.
“You had better put something on,” I stated with a smirk and my arms crossed. He was only wearing a blue Tommy Hilfiger® Boxers. He looks at me confused. I walked passed him and tugged on his boxers and left the room.
“I’m waiting in the car,” I said. He closed the door and did what he, as a sane human, had to do. Luckily for us girls we can walk around in our boxers in public. HAHA! Welp technically, not really. But who cares!!
I waited for him in the car. Oh speaking of cars, Clark had brought Souta’s and Teniji’s car here to California, he also brought his own. Ken drove over here, so yeah that sucks for him but he made it and his car did too.
Kenji and I don’t have cars yet. Come on you have to take to the fact that we were just living alone and had to deal with bills ourselves. Plus a car would be a hassle, meaning more bills, got to have insurance, and such. We do know how to drive just that fact that we don’t own our own rides, but to not have a car is good for my body. Keeps me in shape!
I sat in the leather seat of his ’97 Honda Integra. His parent’s had probably shipped it to him from Japan because there’s no such thing as a Honda Integra® but an Acura Integra®. Psha!! Can you believe what these American car dealers are doing?! They’re making me confused by making smaller companies and not just save money by making one big ass company, like Trump Enterprises®…wait that doesn’t make sense. Never mind that.
Apparently it isn’t a four door black Honda Integra. So use your imagination.
These are the seats.
Black, DB8 (4 door sedan Integra), stick shift, silver rims, and Recaro Suede Racing Seats® interior. Even the car looks plain stock it is a clean, JDM vehicle, a sweet looking car. It’s a fast one to drive.
Wondering Whisperer: JDM stands for Japanese Domestic Marketing.
This guy is lucky. His parents are pretty rich in Japan. He and his family had decided to move to America when he just started elementary school. He received this car before high school started and after high school he moved into his own apartment. His parents went back to Japan after his graduation. Hmmm that was like 3 or 4 years ago. Wow time flies fast.
I was so deep in my thought I hadn’t notice Teniji driving us out onto the road. I gave the directions to him for the way to the hospital.
“Alright, you can just wait here until the beeper buzzes,” the clerk/nurse said as she handed me the beeper.
I walked over to the chair next to a dozing off Teniji.
“If you want, you can wait in the car,” I whispered into his ear.
He jumped a bit and shook his head. He leaned his head on mine. Sigh.
Teniji’s Point of View
Her hair smells like coconut, shiny, soft, and beautiful. I kissed the top of her head as she looked through some magazines. She looked up at me and smiled. Those sweet smile of her makes my world heat and melt.
I wonder if she has even thought of her birthday? It’s coming up soon, in a month. Jeeze that means summer’s almost over. She’s so young. She’s finally legal for me but it won’t do me any good. She has Bri and I don’t want to break them apart. I mean I would be lying and say that but…. Ugh I DON’T KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!!! I just want her.
Bzzzz……Bzzzzz
I lifted my head from her shoulders and got up, stretching. She got up also. Just a few inches shorter than me. Her height was above average for an Asian girl. I mean us Asians don’t really stand tall in height but I guess she got that from her dad as did I.
“You sure you don’t want to wait in the car?” she asked worriedly.
“Yeah. I’m sure,” I said and walked towards the nurse? Or is it doctor?
“You know you can stay here and wait,” she said behind me.
“No. I’m fine,” I said stretching a bit more to keep my body circulating.
“Alright,” she shrugged.
“Hello Evellyn. Who’s this?” a female doctor asked as we walked to her room.
“I’m Teniji,” I said.
“I’m Catherine Nodalh,” she simply said. But something in her words of asking who I was lingered. I let the thought slide as we entered the room. It was bland nothing special about it except for the fact of personal certificates and pictures. I sat down next to the desk as Ev sat on the medical bed.
“Alright, now this won’t hurt. Okay?” she reassured Ev. That didn’t assure me. I got up and walked over to Ev. I was standing next to her on her right side. I took Ev’s hand in mind and squeezed it. I looked at her face, beautiful, more beautiful than the Mona Lisa. Though I don’t see how the Mona Lisa is beautiful. It’s just an opinion, please don’t make much deal of it.
She wasn’t afraid of this. She was calm while me? No I was in complete horror. I’m a wussy to pain. Yeah I admit it. I can take a couple of beatings you know the bar fights and mosh pits but anything medical I can’t deal.
Dr. Nodalh had her gloves on and lifted Ev’s shirt. Ev held it for her as she started cutting the thread slowly and slipping it out of the small hole like she was knitting. I felt a shook from my hand.
“Teniji, It’s ok. It doesn’t feel as bad as it looks,” she tried reassuring me. It calmed me a bit and the look on her face got me distracted to finish the knitting show.
“Alright. All done. See that wasn’t so bad now was it?” she asked the last question towards me with a smile. I smiled a small smile.
“Thank you,” Ev said as she got off the medical bed.
We’re on our way to eat breakfast before we go home. My hand was automatically shifting gears, as did my feet with the pedals. I felt warmth and looked at my hand on the stick. Her hand was over mind. I looked at her and she smiled.
“You seem really out of it. You’re ok right? See I told you, you should have waited,” she said rubbing her thumb on my hand. She didn’t really mean it. She was just joking around. It was like a code that only we shared. I lifted my hand from under hers and tickled under her chin. She purred. I know it’s odd, sick even but I don’t give a shit. She’s cute in that way.
We finally reached IHOP. We stayed there till afternoon and bought some to-go for the rest of the gang.
She carried the food in as I got out of the car.
“Hey where did you guys go?” Ken asked as we walked into the house.
“Breakfast,” I answered as Ev lifted up the bag. We got our shoes off and went upstairs to set the food down. I got into my room and took my shower. That day we told them about the morning and so the news meant we can go back to our wild ways!!
©Copyright 2005-2007 3maj1n_dfectiv (LiveJournal ID: 7939218) All rights reserved.
©Copyright 2005-2007 o0PhiliaHaima0o (Quizilla ID: 1977972) All rights reserved.
©Copyright 2005-2007 Xenos-N-Virulent (MediaMiner ID: 133008) All rights reserved. This story is copyrighted. Any copying or distributing is prohibited by law. All ideas, characters, personalities, events, and names belong to Ni KuVa and are not to be copied, stolen, or used out of context without the writer's consent.
Two weeks passed. Our CD is released. I went to my check up appointment. I had gone by myself just to let you know. Everything is at ease and welp today is the “take the stitches out day!” Yes, my body will be out of any other extra threads! It is an early appointment so I don’t have to worry about the others being worried about me. You know how they are. “Do you want us to take you there?” I refuse. “Are you sure?” I refuse. “Ok come on. I’ll take you there.” I protest. “Let’s go~” I concede. There’s no point in going on. Least I’m glad they don’t pressure me to do things I don’t like in that way.
I got ready and walked out of my room to Teniji’s door.
Knock. Knock.
“Come in,” the not so morning voice came from behind the door. I opened the door and saw him half asleep. I walked over to his bed.
“Can I borrow your car? I’ll be back in a bit,” I said. He’s so cute. His shirt is off showing his nicely toned body, his black hair in total disarray, his blanket wrapped around his body, pillows on the floor, clothes that looked like they were taken off before going to bed at the foot of the bed, typical boy’s room.
“What? Why?” he asked his eyes struggling to open.
“I’m just going to…run some errands,” I said quickly.
“You’re lying,” now his eyes are open but in a suspicious manner.
“I’m not lying,” I protested. I kept a straight face. I’m not! I swear! Taking off these stitches is like an errand to me.
“What kind of errands?” he asked getting up, stabling his upper body with his elbows.
“Hospital,” I simply stated.
“What?! Did something happen to you!? Are you ok?!” he was (nearly) screaming out the words hysterically. He jumped out of bed and instantly lifted my shirt just enough to see my scar.
“Teniji,” I giggled, ”I’m fine. I’m just getting the threads off. Don’t worry.”
“O god. Don’t scare me like that,” he said putting my shirt down and standing up straight. I looked around his room and went searching for his keys.
“I didn’t. You just overreacted,” I said pointing at him while I was looking through the pants that was on the floor.
Jingle. Jingle.
Found it! I grabbed his keys from inside the pocket and walked to the door.
“I’m going with you,” he said walking behind me.
“What?” I turned around in disbelief.
He nods in a parental kind of way.
“Why?” I asked in a whiny voice.
“I don’t trust your driving,” he said grabbing his keys from my hand.
“You know, I’m a good driver. I learned from the best,” I said trying to get the keys back.
“Yeah you did, didn’t you?” he said lifting the keys over his head, smiling cockily.
“Oh shut up,” I said. This guy, he can be so full of himself sometime.
He walked passed me and reached the door.
“You had better put something on,” I stated with a smirk and my arms crossed. He was only wearing a blue Tommy Hilfiger® Boxers. He looks at me confused. I walked passed him and tugged on his boxers and left the room.
“I’m waiting in the car,” I said. He closed the door and did what he, as a sane human, had to do. Luckily for us girls we can walk around in our boxers in public. HAHA! Welp technically, not really. But who cares!!
I waited for him in the car. Oh speaking of cars, Clark had brought Souta’s and Teniji’s car here to California, he also brought his own. Ken drove over here, so yeah that sucks for him but he made it and his car did too.
Kenji and I don’t have cars yet. Come on you have to take to the fact that we were just living alone and had to deal with bills ourselves. Plus a car would be a hassle, meaning more bills, got to have insurance, and such. We do know how to drive just that fact that we don’t own our own rides, but to not have a car is good for my body. Keeps me in shape!
I sat in the leather seat of his ’97 Honda Integra. His parent’s had probably shipped it to him from Japan because there’s no such thing as a Honda Integra® but an Acura Integra®. Psha!! Can you believe what these American car dealers are doing?! They’re making me confused by making smaller companies and not just save money by making one big ass company, like Trump Enterprises®…wait that doesn’t make sense. Never mind that.
Apparently it isn’t a four door black Honda Integra. So use your imagination.
These are the seats.
Black, DB8 (4 door sedan Integra), stick shift, silver rims, and Recaro Suede Racing Seats® interior. Even the car looks plain stock it is a clean, JDM vehicle, a sweet looking car. It’s a fast one to drive.
Wondering Whisperer: JDM stands for Japanese Domestic Marketing.
This guy is lucky. His parents are pretty rich in Japan. He and his family had decided to move to America when he just started elementary school. He received this car before high school started and after high school he moved into his own apartment. His parents went back to Japan after his graduation. Hmmm that was like 3 or 4 years ago. Wow time flies fast.
I was so deep in my thought I hadn’t notice Teniji driving us out onto the road. I gave the directions to him for the way to the hospital.
“Alright, you can just wait here until the beeper buzzes,” the clerk/nurse said as she handed me the beeper.
I walked over to the chair next to a dozing off Teniji.
“If you want, you can wait in the car,” I whispered into his ear.
He jumped a bit and shook his head. He leaned his head on mine. Sigh.
Teniji’s Point of View
Her hair smells like coconut, shiny, soft, and beautiful. I kissed the top of her head as she looked through some magazines. She looked up at me and smiled. Those sweet smile of her makes my world heat and melt.
I wonder if she has even thought of her birthday? It’s coming up soon, in a month. Jeeze that means summer’s almost over. She’s so young. She’s finally legal for me but it won’t do me any good. She has Bri and I don’t want to break them apart. I mean I would be lying and say that but…. Ugh I DON’T KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!!! I just want her.
Bzzzz……Bzzzzz
I lifted my head from her shoulders and got up, stretching. She got up also. Just a few inches shorter than me. Her height was above average for an Asian girl. I mean us Asians don’t really stand tall in height but I guess she got that from her dad as did I.
“You sure you don’t want to wait in the car?” she asked worriedly.
“Yeah. I’m sure,” I said and walked towards the nurse? Or is it doctor?
“You know you can stay here and wait,” she said behind me.
“No. I’m fine,” I said stretching a bit more to keep my body circulating.
“Alright,” she shrugged.
“Hello Evellyn. Who’s this?” a female doctor asked as we walked to her room.
“I’m Teniji,” I said.
“I’m Catherine Nodalh,” she simply said. But something in her words of asking who I was lingered. I let the thought slide as we entered the room. It was bland nothing special about it except for the fact of personal certificates and pictures. I sat down next to the desk as Ev sat on the medical bed.
“Alright, now this won’t hurt. Okay?” she reassured Ev. That didn’t assure me. I got up and walked over to Ev. I was standing next to her on her right side. I took Ev’s hand in mind and squeezed it. I looked at her face, beautiful, more beautiful than the Mona Lisa. Though I don’t see how the Mona Lisa is beautiful. It’s just an opinion, please don’t make much deal of it.
She wasn’t afraid of this. She was calm while me? No I was in complete horror. I’m a wussy to pain. Yeah I admit it. I can take a couple of beatings you know the bar fights and mosh pits but anything medical I can’t deal.
Dr. Nodalh had her gloves on and lifted Ev’s shirt. Ev held it for her as she started cutting the thread slowly and slipping it out of the small hole like she was knitting. I felt a shook from my hand.
“Teniji, It’s ok. It doesn’t feel as bad as it looks,” she tried reassuring me. It calmed me a bit and the look on her face got me distracted to finish the knitting show.
“Alright. All done. See that wasn’t so bad now was it?” she asked the last question towards me with a smile. I smiled a small smile.
“Thank you,” Ev said as she got off the medical bed.
We’re on our way to eat breakfast before we go home. My hand was automatically shifting gears, as did my feet with the pedals. I felt warmth and looked at my hand on the stick. Her hand was over mind. I looked at her and she smiled.
“You seem really out of it. You’re ok right? See I told you, you should have waited,” she said rubbing her thumb on my hand. She didn’t really mean it. She was just joking around. It was like a code that only we shared. I lifted my hand from under hers and tickled under her chin. She purred. I know it’s odd, sick even but I don’t give a shit. She’s cute in that way.
We finally reached IHOP. We stayed there till afternoon and bought some to-go for the rest of the gang.
She carried the food in as I got out of the car.
“Hey where did you guys go?” Ken asked as we walked into the house.
“Breakfast,” I answered as Ev lifted up the bag. We got our shoes off and went upstairs to set the food down. I got into my room and took my shower. That day we told them about the morning and so the news meant we can go back to our wild ways!!
©Copyright 2005-2007 3maj1n_dfectiv (LiveJournal ID: 7939218) All rights reserved.
©Copyright 2005-2007 o0PhiliaHaima0o (Quizilla ID: 1977972) All rights reserved.
©Copyright 2005-2007 Xenos-N-Virulent (MediaMiner ID: 133008) All rights reserved. This story is copyrighted. Any copying or distributing is prohibited by law. All ideas, characters, personalities, events, and names belong to Ni KuVa and are not to be copied, stolen, or used out of context without the writer's consent.