Call Me What You Will Ch.20
Previously on Dfectiv 3maj!n8shun: Dfectiv 3maj!n8shun is going on a tour . And It's coming up just around the corner. What will be going on those tours, do you think? Remember what goes on the bus, Stays on the bus. To find out you must read on!!
Teniji’s Point of View
We’re ending practice right now. That’s good, I need to go out and buy a present for Evellyn. My mind has been on what to give her on her birthday ever since.
“Hey you guys. I gotta go out and run some errands,” I said putting my bass guitar away on its stand.
“What’s with these errands?” Souta asked in general. We’ve always made excuses saying they’re “errands”. So I guess that’s what he means. I glared at him though. He knows that I’m going out to buy a present. For a guy who was serious he’s changed. Ken must be an influence, that’s good he was too uptight.
“Uhhh sure. How long will you take?” Evellyn asked as she sat down by Bri.
“I’m not sure. Why? Do you need something?” I asked.
“No. It’s just so I know when to keep dinner warm and stuff,” she’s always caring. Makes me think she’s the mother of the house.
I looked at my watch. It’s only 5:48. I’d be an hour late probably. I mean I’m a guy shopping for a girl; this is going to be a hard one.
“I won’t take long but just in case, just leave it in the fridge. I’ll warm it up myself,” I said.
We all said our byes and I left in my car. I’m thinking of selling this car. It would go good for money or maybe give it to Kenji. I’ve already paid everything for it, so he wouldn’t have to deal with any of it himself. I have enough money to buy a new car. I’ll think about that later.
Hmmm. What does she like? She likes a wide range of everything. She’s like a tomboy but not. {O,o} Ok. She goes to Hot Topic, Marshall Fields, TJ Maxx, Zumiez, Pac Sun, and some other places. DAMN! That’s a lot. Maybe I should treat her with something punk but in a “high-class” sense? Eh. I’m round those stores anyway.
I parked my car in one of the parking lot buildings and walked down the streets. These all would look good on her but not a lot of them are her style. Her style… it’s unique. She doesn’t stay with one particular style. One day she’d be dressed like a hippie, the other it’d be guy clothes, another it’d be chains and pins. She’s very unpredictable. I think that’s why I’m attracted to her. You just don’t know what she’s going to do next.
I walked in to stores, found something that would mix and match with her closet. I feel kind of weird carrying feminine bags down the street dressed in black. HAHA! But O well, If the others were here I bet that they’d dare me to strut. O god. Good thing they’re not.
Hey my pocket is vibrating.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Hey man how’s it going?” Souta asked.
“Fine,” I answered.
“So what did you get her so far?”
“Just some clothes. I got 2-3 bags of it.”
“I dare you to strut,” Kenji’s voice came on.
“Are you guys on speaker?” I asked, avoiding the strut.
“No. Don’t worry. We’re on 4-way,” Souta answered.
“Who else is on?” I asked.
“Me,” Ken chimed in.
“How the hell do you get 4-way?” I asked.
“Ken has a degree in technology stuff. So he kind of played around with our phones,” Kenji said.
“Cool,” I said.
“So what stores did you go to?” Ken asked.
“I just went into some high-class rock stores. You know like some lolita stores and stuff,” I replied.
I looked around for more of those stores. Nope, none. Maybe I should go to the mall. Yeah, that’s where I’ll go. I turned around and walked back to where the parking lots are.
“So where you headed to?” Kenji asked.
“The mall. They’re open later than these stores,” I said.
“Hey, how come we’re not going with him?” Kenji asked.
“If we did, she’ll get suspicious. Speaking of presents whose getting what?” Souta asked.
“I got clothes. So you guys have to get something different,” I said. It’s always a tradition that we shop together but not literally and must get something different. It’s better that way.
“I’ll get her some CDs and music stuff,” Souta said.
“I’ll handle her liking of anime,” Kenji replied.
“O man. I don’t know her as well as you guys. What am I supposed to get?” Ken asked.
“Don’t worry I’ll help you. We’ll go out together. She won’t get suspicious of that,” Souta said.
“O shoot, she’s calling us. Got to go. Bye,” Souta, Ken, and Kenji said simultaneously.
They hung up their phones and I did the same.
Bump. Fumble. Drop.
My phone fell. It slipped out of my hand as this girl bumped into me.
“Oh I’m so sorry. I’m just in a rush. I’m sorry again,” she said, as she picked up her phone.
“No. It’s okay,” I said picking up my phone.
“I’m sorry again,” she said, as she ran.
“No problem,” I yelled back.
Ok. Well I put my phone back into my pocket and walked back to my car. I drove to the mall.
Different Point Of View
“O my gosh! You know the guitarist of D3?” a girl with dirty-blonde hair asked the three girls that hung around her. They all looked around 24-27 but they were really 16-18.
“Which one? There’s two of them,” a girl with brunette hair asked.
“The one with black hair, Teniji?” the dirty-blonde hair girl said. They all nodded eagerly, squealing.
“He’s here! He’s shopping here!!” she said jumping around.
“Nikol, don’t joke with us,” a girl with blonde highlights said.
“Shian, I’m not joking with you,” Nikol said, her hands placed on her hips.
They’ve had problems, so trust isn’t a good factor for them all.
“Shian’s right, how can we believe you?” the girl with brunette hair asked.
“Yeah,” the rest of the girls nodded.
“Shut up, Cassy,” Nikol said.
“No. You shut up!” another girl with brunette hair responded.
“This has nothing to do with you, Alisha,” Nikol said.
“You tell Cassy to shut it, than it is my business,” Alisha said.
“Oh you’re such a lesbo,” Nikol said turning her head.
“She’s my sister, you slut!” Alisha said raising her hand.
Before she could do anything Shian stepped in front of her. Her arms crossed.
“Show us. If he’s not there I’ll let Alisha beat the shit out of you,” Shian said in an evil smirk.
“Fine. Follow me,” Nikol said and turned around.
The girls followed her with glares. She walked into the new Mexx® store and hung around the back.
“See I told you,” she said as she spotted him looking at a military coat.
“Why would he shop here?” Cassy asked.
“Oh put a trap in it. He’s just so hott,” Shian said swooning.
“And cute,” Alisha said joining in.
“Yeah, he’s cute…and hott but not as good as my Micheal,” Nikol said cockily.
They watched as he took the coat and brought it to the register. They even followed him out in a casual manner.
“Hey Alisha, I dare you to go “accidentally” bump into him,” Nikol dared.
“No way!” Alisha argued.
The petty argument went on for a while.
“Ugh! Fine. I’ll do it,” Shian said and stalked off.
The other girls found a place to sit and act like they were conversing normally.
Her phone started to ring. She picked it up as she hurriedly walked towards Teniji. It was her boyfriend. He had asked her to meet in the mall. As she got closer she said her bye and actually bumped into him, only to drop her phone in the process. She kept repeating sorry, picking up her phone, and then ran off.
She waited until she couldn’t see him, then she ran back to her friends.
“O my god!! I can’t believe you did that!!” Cassy said.
“I know. Hey, I got to go. Tyler wants me to meet him at the mall. I’ll call you back later,” she said and ran off to meet her boyfriend.
She ran to the food court, once she had parked her car. There a boy with blonde-skater hair waited.
She greeted him with a kiss. He didn’t do much.
“Hey baby. What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Shian. I want to have a break,” he said fumbling around.
“ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH ME?!” she screamed, people started to look.
“NO!”
“Then what is it?”
“I just need a breather.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Baby, my high school year just ended. My parents want me to decide on a college and there’s so much going on.”
“So you aren’t breaking up with me?”
“No. We just need some time off.”
“You’re confusing me.”
He looks at his watch.
“Look I have to go. We aren’t going to be together but we aren’t breaking up,” with that Tyler bolted.
“What?” Shian sat there confused.
I don’t get this. So he is breaking up with me. Fine I’ll just take it like that. He didn’t explain it anyways, jerk.
She thought some more, when her phone started vibrating. She dug it out of her Louis Vutton® Purse.
“What? That’s my phone number,” She thought to herself as she answered it.
“Hello?” she asked slowly.
“Hi. You have my cell phone and I have yours. We bumped into each other a while ago,” a male voice responded.
“Teniji?!” she nearly screamed.
“Yeah. I guess you know me. Do you think we can set a place where I can get my phone back? Sorry to sound rude or anything but I’m just in a hurry,” Teniji said.
“Alright. I’m at the mall right now.”
“Really? Where?”
“Food Court.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he hung up the phone.
O my gosh. I didn’t mean to grab his cell. WAIT I HAVE TENIJI’S CELL PHONE!!!!!!!!!!
Without considering privacy she looks through his phone. He had the entire band member’s phone number and other random people. She went through his pictures.
Wait who’s this? Oh. Evellyn. Ugh. Snobby bitch. Bet you’re better than everybody because you have a band and have hott guys around. Blech. Hey why the hell is he looking at her like that? Oh I see him.
She quickly closes the phone and gets up. She walks towards him.
“Hi, Teniji,” she said handing him the phone.
“Hi. Thanks ummm,” he questioned as he gave her, her phone back.
“Shian.”
“Thanks Shian. I got to go. Sorry.”
She watches as he carries feminine bags out to the parking lots. Then something hits her- why not ask him out? She runs over to him.
“Do you want to go out?” she asked.
“What?” he asks and stops right in front of the door.
“Do you…I mean…would you want to go out sometime?” she said struggling with how to ask a guy. He looks at her straight in the eye.
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©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.
Teniji’s Point of View
We’re ending practice right now. That’s good, I need to go out and buy a present for Evellyn. My mind has been on what to give her on her birthday ever since.
“Hey you guys. I gotta go out and run some errands,” I said putting my bass guitar away on its stand.
“What’s with these errands?” Souta asked in general. We’ve always made excuses saying they’re “errands”. So I guess that’s what he means. I glared at him though. He knows that I’m going out to buy a present. For a guy who was serious he’s changed. Ken must be an influence, that’s good he was too uptight.
“Uhhh sure. How long will you take?” Evellyn asked as she sat down by Bri.
“I’m not sure. Why? Do you need something?” I asked.
“No. It’s just so I know when to keep dinner warm and stuff,” she’s always caring. Makes me think she’s the mother of the house.
I looked at my watch. It’s only 5:48. I’d be an hour late probably. I mean I’m a guy shopping for a girl; this is going to be a hard one.
“I won’t take long but just in case, just leave it in the fridge. I’ll warm it up myself,” I said.
We all said our byes and I left in my car. I’m thinking of selling this car. It would go good for money or maybe give it to Kenji. I’ve already paid everything for it, so he wouldn’t have to deal with any of it himself. I have enough money to buy a new car. I’ll think about that later.
Hmmm. What does she like? She likes a wide range of everything. She’s like a tomboy but not. {O,o} Ok. She goes to Hot Topic, Marshall Fields, TJ Maxx, Zumiez, Pac Sun, and some other places. DAMN! That’s a lot. Maybe I should treat her with something punk but in a “high-class” sense? Eh. I’m round those stores anyway.
I parked my car in one of the parking lot buildings and walked down the streets. These all would look good on her but not a lot of them are her style. Her style… it’s unique. She doesn’t stay with one particular style. One day she’d be dressed like a hippie, the other it’d be guy clothes, another it’d be chains and pins. She’s very unpredictable. I think that’s why I’m attracted to her. You just don’t know what she’s going to do next.
I walked in to stores, found something that would mix and match with her closet. I feel kind of weird carrying feminine bags down the street dressed in black. HAHA! But O well, If the others were here I bet that they’d dare me to strut. O god. Good thing they’re not.
Hey my pocket is vibrating.
“Hello?” I asked.
“Hey man how’s it going?” Souta asked.
“Fine,” I answered.
“So what did you get her so far?”
“Just some clothes. I got 2-3 bags of it.”
“I dare you to strut,” Kenji’s voice came on.
“Are you guys on speaker?” I asked, avoiding the strut.
“No. Don’t worry. We’re on 4-way,” Souta answered.
“Who else is on?” I asked.
“Me,” Ken chimed in.
“How the hell do you get 4-way?” I asked.
“Ken has a degree in technology stuff. So he kind of played around with our phones,” Kenji said.
“Cool,” I said.
“So what stores did you go to?” Ken asked.
“I just went into some high-class rock stores. You know like some lolita stores and stuff,” I replied.
I looked around for more of those stores. Nope, none. Maybe I should go to the mall. Yeah, that’s where I’ll go. I turned around and walked back to where the parking lots are.
“So where you headed to?” Kenji asked.
“The mall. They’re open later than these stores,” I said.
“Hey, how come we’re not going with him?” Kenji asked.
“If we did, she’ll get suspicious. Speaking of presents whose getting what?” Souta asked.
“I got clothes. So you guys have to get something different,” I said. It’s always a tradition that we shop together but not literally and must get something different. It’s better that way.
“I’ll get her some CDs and music stuff,” Souta said.
“I’ll handle her liking of anime,” Kenji replied.
“O man. I don’t know her as well as you guys. What am I supposed to get?” Ken asked.
“Don’t worry I’ll help you. We’ll go out together. She won’t get suspicious of that,” Souta said.
“O shoot, she’s calling us. Got to go. Bye,” Souta, Ken, and Kenji said simultaneously.
They hung up their phones and I did the same.
Bump. Fumble. Drop.
My phone fell. It slipped out of my hand as this girl bumped into me.
“Oh I’m so sorry. I’m just in a rush. I’m sorry again,” she said, as she picked up her phone.
“No. It’s okay,” I said picking up my phone.
“I’m sorry again,” she said, as she ran.
“No problem,” I yelled back.
Ok. Well I put my phone back into my pocket and walked back to my car. I drove to the mall.
Different Point Of View
“O my gosh! You know the guitarist of D3?” a girl with dirty-blonde hair asked the three girls that hung around her. They all looked around 24-27 but they were really 16-18.
“Which one? There’s two of them,” a girl with brunette hair asked.
“The one with black hair, Teniji?” the dirty-blonde hair girl said. They all nodded eagerly, squealing.
“He’s here! He’s shopping here!!” she said jumping around.
“Nikol, don’t joke with us,” a girl with blonde highlights said.
“Shian, I’m not joking with you,” Nikol said, her hands placed on her hips.
They’ve had problems, so trust isn’t a good factor for them all.
“Shian’s right, how can we believe you?” the girl with brunette hair asked.
“Yeah,” the rest of the girls nodded.
“Shut up, Cassy,” Nikol said.
“No. You shut up!” another girl with brunette hair responded.
“This has nothing to do with you, Alisha,” Nikol said.
“You tell Cassy to shut it, than it is my business,” Alisha said.
“Oh you’re such a lesbo,” Nikol said turning her head.
“She’s my sister, you slut!” Alisha said raising her hand.
Before she could do anything Shian stepped in front of her. Her arms crossed.
“Show us. If he’s not there I’ll let Alisha beat the shit out of you,” Shian said in an evil smirk.
“Fine. Follow me,” Nikol said and turned around.
The girls followed her with glares. She walked into the new Mexx® store and hung around the back.
“See I told you,” she said as she spotted him looking at a military coat.
“Why would he shop here?” Cassy asked.
“Oh put a trap in it. He’s just so hott,” Shian said swooning.
“And cute,” Alisha said joining in.
“Yeah, he’s cute…and hott but not as good as my Micheal,” Nikol said cockily.
They watched as he took the coat and brought it to the register. They even followed him out in a casual manner.
“Hey Alisha, I dare you to go “accidentally” bump into him,” Nikol dared.
“No way!” Alisha argued.
The petty argument went on for a while.
“Ugh! Fine. I’ll do it,” Shian said and stalked off.
The other girls found a place to sit and act like they were conversing normally.
Her phone started to ring. She picked it up as she hurriedly walked towards Teniji. It was her boyfriend. He had asked her to meet in the mall. As she got closer she said her bye and actually bumped into him, only to drop her phone in the process. She kept repeating sorry, picking up her phone, and then ran off.
She waited until she couldn’t see him, then she ran back to her friends.
“O my god!! I can’t believe you did that!!” Cassy said.
“I know. Hey, I got to go. Tyler wants me to meet him at the mall. I’ll call you back later,” she said and ran off to meet her boyfriend.
She ran to the food court, once she had parked her car. There a boy with blonde-skater hair waited.
She greeted him with a kiss. He didn’t do much.
“Hey baby. What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Shian. I want to have a break,” he said fumbling around.
“ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH ME?!” she screamed, people started to look.
“NO!”
“Then what is it?”
“I just need a breather.”
“I don’t get it.”
“Baby, my high school year just ended. My parents want me to decide on a college and there’s so much going on.”
“So you aren’t breaking up with me?”
“No. We just need some time off.”
“You’re confusing me.”
He looks at his watch.
“Look I have to go. We aren’t going to be together but we aren’t breaking up,” with that Tyler bolted.
“What?” Shian sat there confused.
I don’t get this. So he is breaking up with me. Fine I’ll just take it like that. He didn’t explain it anyways, jerk.
She thought some more, when her phone started vibrating. She dug it out of her Louis Vutton® Purse.
“What? That’s my phone number,” She thought to herself as she answered it.
“Hello?” she asked slowly.
“Hi. You have my cell phone and I have yours. We bumped into each other a while ago,” a male voice responded.
“Teniji?!” she nearly screamed.
“Yeah. I guess you know me. Do you think we can set a place where I can get my phone back? Sorry to sound rude or anything but I’m just in a hurry,” Teniji said.
“Alright. I’m at the mall right now.”
“Really? Where?”
“Food Court.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he hung up the phone.
O my gosh. I didn’t mean to grab his cell. WAIT I HAVE TENIJI’S CELL PHONE!!!!!!!!!!
Without considering privacy she looks through his phone. He had the entire band member’s phone number and other random people. She went through his pictures.
Wait who’s this? Oh. Evellyn. Ugh. Snobby bitch. Bet you’re better than everybody because you have a band and have hott guys around. Blech. Hey why the hell is he looking at her like that? Oh I see him.
She quickly closes the phone and gets up. She walks towards him.
“Hi, Teniji,” she said handing him the phone.
“Hi. Thanks ummm,” he questioned as he gave her, her phone back.
“Shian.”
“Thanks Shian. I got to go. Sorry.”
She watches as he carries feminine bags out to the parking lots. Then something hits her- why not ask him out? She runs over to him.
“Do you want to go out?” she asked.
“What?” he asks and stops right in front of the door.
“Do you…I mean…would you want to go out sometime?” she said struggling with how to ask a guy. He looks at her straight in the eye.
©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.