Theme: #35 Daily Planner
I REALLY don't like this
drabble, but I couldn't come up with any other ideas and I was just
getting frustrated so I decided to post this that way I'll be able to
move on to a different theme.
Words: 608
Jealousy simmered in the pit of Usagi’s stomach as she watched Mamoru chat with an animated brunette. She was so…spunky but somehow business-like and elegant at the same time. How unfair was that?
The brunette whispered something in his ear and he glanced around the room his cheeks turning a pale shade of pink. Mamoru was blushing. Actually blushing! Then the two began laughing together like old friends…or lovers.
Usagi snorted forcefully causing her bangs to fly into the air before returning softly to their position on her thought-creased forehead. She wanted to know what they were talking about, but was too afraid to move closer; if Mamoru found out that she was actually interested in what he was doing, that she actually cared…
She involuntarily shivered at the image of Mamoru laughing at her while she hung her head in shame. No, she decided, he must never know my true feelings towards him.
It was better if she remained klutzy Odange and he the unreachable Baka.
Fire flashed dangerously in Usagi’s crystal blue eyes as the brunette gave Mamoru a kiss on the cheek. How dare she! Her lips should come no where near her Mamoru. Usagi’s thoughts froze momentarily. Her Mamoru? Since when did you own him? This confusing thought was immediately followed by another. This is all Mamoru’s fault.
Every problem has a man at the bottom of it.
Usagi angrily rose from her carefully hidden booth and marched over to Mamoru who was still staring after the brunette. She cleared her throat carefully and Mamoru’s head snapped around. He looked at her and if anything his blush seemed to deepen.
“You have a bit of lipstick on your cheek, baka,” Usagi snatched a napkin off of the counter and began fiercely scrubbing his cheek leaving it redder than before. “Though why anyone would want to kiss you is absolutely beyond me.”
After Usagi was done scrubbing away all traces of that…tramp’s mark Mamoru put a hand to his now raw cheek. “Is something wrong, Odango?” He asked cautiously. “You seem a little…” he trailed off uncomfortably.
“A little what?” she demanded angrily hands on her hips.
“Violent?” He admitted. “It’s actually a little intimidating.” He tried one of his infamous smirks, but one look from Usagi and it melted away.
“Oh really,” Usagi replied slyly. She rose herself to her full height her nose almost touching his chin. “Well maybe you should remember that the next time you go kissing brunettes!” She shoved her finger into his chest with each sharp word.
She turned on her heel and strode out of the Arcade. Mamoru stared after his mouth hanging wide open. He silently swore at Yamasita the new woman in charge of planning out his modeling work around his school. In essence she was his daily planner. That was the last time he listened to any of her love advice.
“There’s a girl watching you right now,” she had whispered in his ear, “Don’t look, but she’s gorgeous, could be a model herself, with that beautiful blonde hair. A really interesting style too, kind of reminds me of odangos… Though she looks a little upset; I bet if you ask her what’s wrong she’ll be all over you. Girls love a guy who cares.”
Then she had begun to laugh and nudged him hard in the ribs to get him to laugh along with her.
Mamoru put a hand to the sore spot on his chest that Usagi had skewered. I’ll never understand girls. The image of Usagi her eyes burning in fury flashed into his mind.
And that’s the way I like it.
Words: 608
Jealousy simmered in the pit of Usagi’s stomach as she watched Mamoru chat with an animated brunette. She was so…spunky but somehow business-like and elegant at the same time. How unfair was that?
The brunette whispered something in his ear and he glanced around the room his cheeks turning a pale shade of pink. Mamoru was blushing. Actually blushing! Then the two began laughing together like old friends…or lovers.
Usagi snorted forcefully causing her bangs to fly into the air before returning softly to their position on her thought-creased forehead. She wanted to know what they were talking about, but was too afraid to move closer; if Mamoru found out that she was actually interested in what he was doing, that she actually cared…
She involuntarily shivered at the image of Mamoru laughing at her while she hung her head in shame. No, she decided, he must never know my true feelings towards him.
It was better if she remained klutzy Odange and he the unreachable Baka.
Fire flashed dangerously in Usagi’s crystal blue eyes as the brunette gave Mamoru a kiss on the cheek. How dare she! Her lips should come no where near her Mamoru. Usagi’s thoughts froze momentarily. Her Mamoru? Since when did you own him? This confusing thought was immediately followed by another. This is all Mamoru’s fault.
Every problem has a man at the bottom of it.
Usagi angrily rose from her carefully hidden booth and marched over to Mamoru who was still staring after the brunette. She cleared her throat carefully and Mamoru’s head snapped around. He looked at her and if anything his blush seemed to deepen.
“You have a bit of lipstick on your cheek, baka,” Usagi snatched a napkin off of the counter and began fiercely scrubbing his cheek leaving it redder than before. “Though why anyone would want to kiss you is absolutely beyond me.”
After Usagi was done scrubbing away all traces of that…tramp’s mark Mamoru put a hand to his now raw cheek. “Is something wrong, Odango?” He asked cautiously. “You seem a little…” he trailed off uncomfortably.
“A little what?” she demanded angrily hands on her hips.
“Violent?” He admitted. “It’s actually a little intimidating.” He tried one of his infamous smirks, but one look from Usagi and it melted away.
“Oh really,” Usagi replied slyly. She rose herself to her full height her nose almost touching his chin. “Well maybe you should remember that the next time you go kissing brunettes!” She shoved her finger into his chest with each sharp word.
She turned on her heel and strode out of the Arcade. Mamoru stared after his mouth hanging wide open. He silently swore at Yamasita the new woman in charge of planning out his modeling work around his school. In essence she was his daily planner. That was the last time he listened to any of her love advice.
“There’s a girl watching you right now,” she had whispered in his ear, “Don’t look, but she’s gorgeous, could be a model herself, with that beautiful blonde hair. A really interesting style too, kind of reminds me of odangos… Though she looks a little upset; I bet if you ask her what’s wrong she’ll be all over you. Girls love a guy who cares.”
Then she had begun to laugh and nudged him hard in the ribs to get him to laugh along with her.
Mamoru put a hand to the sore spot on his chest that Usagi had skewered. I’ll never understand girls. The image of Usagi her eyes burning in fury flashed into his mind.
And that’s the way I like it.