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Likey? No likey? Please tell!
Theme: #26 Telephone
Words: 279
Usagi glared at her so-called friends who ignored her scowl and continued to watch her expectantly. And watch. And watch. And watch. Finally Usagi couldn’t stand their gaze any longer and with a reluctant sigh she picked up the phone and dialed the number she had long since memorized.
“Mamoru? It’s Usagi. Don’t talk just listen,” she said in a rush her cheeks already tinged from emotion. “I’ve had this crush on you since-well forever-and I didn’t want to tell you because I was scared you would say you think I’m just some stupid, cry baby highschooler-which I am-and I would totally understand if you never want to speak to me again.”
She appeared to be listening for a moment and her face drooped. Inhaling deeply she finished calmly, “Sorry for wasting your time.” She hung up and looked over at her friends. “Happy now?” She appeared to be on the verge of tears.
Her friends rushed towards her murmuring words of condolence. “I was so sure he liked you,” Rei exclaimed.
“Don’t worry he’s just a jerk,” Lita continued.
“Your too good for him,” Ami agreed.
Mina remained silent, something was wrong about this whole thing…
* * *
Mamoru opened his apartment door and as was habit went directly to his answering machine after kicking off his shoes.
“You have one new message,” the woman-like computer voice said. “Message one:”
“Sorry for wasting your time.” Usagi’s voice drifted out of the machine.
“End of messages.”
Mamoru stared at the machine questioningly. Was that it “Sorry for wasting your time”? What kind of message was that? He shook his head ruefully. I’ll never understand women…
Theme: #26 Telephone
Words: 279
Usagi glared at her so-called friends who ignored her scowl and continued to watch her expectantly. And watch. And watch. And watch. Finally Usagi couldn’t stand their gaze any longer and with a reluctant sigh she picked up the phone and dialed the number she had long since memorized.
“Mamoru? It’s Usagi. Don’t talk just listen,” she said in a rush her cheeks already tinged from emotion. “I’ve had this crush on you since-well forever-and I didn’t want to tell you because I was scared you would say you think I’m just some stupid, cry baby highschooler-which I am-and I would totally understand if you never want to speak to me again.”
She appeared to be listening for a moment and her face drooped. Inhaling deeply she finished calmly, “Sorry for wasting your time.” She hung up and looked over at her friends. “Happy now?” She appeared to be on the verge of tears.
Her friends rushed towards her murmuring words of condolence. “I was so sure he liked you,” Rei exclaimed.
“Don’t worry he’s just a jerk,” Lita continued.
“Your too good for him,” Ami agreed.
Mina remained silent, something was wrong about this whole thing…
* * *
Mamoru opened his apartment door and as was habit went directly to his answering machine after kicking off his shoes.
“You have one new message,” the woman-like computer voice said. “Message one:”
“Sorry for wasting your time.” Usagi’s voice drifted out of the machine.
“End of messages.”
Mamoru stared at the machine questioningly. Was that it “Sorry for wasting your time”? What kind of message was that? He shook his head ruefully. I’ll never understand women…