A teenager no more.

[lotusvivi]

Who: Remy, Mei and Kim
When: TIME WARP~ Thursday September 2nd, evening.
Where: Kim and Remy's house.
What: KIMMY'S B-DAY. Must party, yo?

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[remylee]

Remy trudged in the door, just happy to be home. Weddings were great and everything, but her feet were killing her. "Teach me to dance in high heels..." She grumbled to herself, kicking off the offending shoes the moment she got in the door.

The stockings would have to go, too, but there was one really important thing she needed to do before she could burn them take them off. Her best friend was turning twenty today, and though Kim might not have made any plans for herself, her best friends wouldn't let the day pass without some kind of celebration.

She followed the sounds of the television into the living room.

"Kimmy!! Happy Bir-" what the heck was she watching??

[meiume]

Unacceptable. All of it. No birthday could be without a party. Without a party, it was not a birthday. It was... Mei didn't even know what was the word she was looking for. Only that, it was bad. Terrible. Unacceptable. All of it.

She left her room with a wrapped present in hand. Ever since her little play date with a certain American, her mom had become more lenient with her outing, believing that she was off to see her future husband. Poor woman had no freaking idea.

Mei hurried over to Kim's apartment, trailing after Remy without knowing it. When she got to the apartment, the door was open. Since they had been best friends since the dawn of history, Mei invited herself in.

"Kimmy~" she called out. The next words died in her throat. A stunned Remy blocked her view of the television, but a trained otaku like Mei knew what was on screen just from the dialogue and the flustered moans and gasps.

"Kirepapa...? Kirepapa!? KIREPAPA?!?!"

[lotusvivi]

When she heard a pair of familiar voices, Kim froze up, slowly turning her head to the entrance. "... Oh fuck..." she muttered to herself, seeing both her best friends standing there and staring at her.

"... Uuhh.... Hi..." she said, a hand shyly waving at the two.

Well this was awkward. Getting caught while watching something bordering onto yaoi when she had always told people she didn't like it. Mei was so gonna get her for this...

[remylee]

Apparently watching her brother marry another guy wasn't enough for one day, and life wanted to mess with Remy a little bit more.

She just stood frozen for a few seconds, gaping at the TV. Those men were.... making out. That was the only word for it. It was way more than 'kissing the groom' at a wedding, that was certain.
Here she was, a girl from a town whose idea of 'diversity' was that the neighbors on one side were baptists and the ones on the other side were methodists, in a house where two men made out on the TV.

Her brain had just turned to scrambled eggs. She could feel it. Heck, she could practically smell the eggs!

All she could do was turn her shocked gaze in Kim's direction and hope for something to fix it. "What's....."

[meiume]

Unlike the other two girls, Mei was completely... okay with things. She merely shrugged past Remy and flopped herself down on the sofa to catch up which scene Kimmy was on.

"Oh, can we rewind? We just missed my favorite part!"

After Raivis-chan's wedding, all Mei wanted was to soak herself in some good and classy men love action. She really didn't care that Remy looked like she was about to have a heart attack or that Kimmy's face was as red as a tomato. She made herself comfortable, snuggling the cushion, and sighed contently at the screen.

"Isn't it just so damn gorgeous when two guys kiss, Kimmy? It's like... everything that's wrong with the world is right again! It's like... it makes everything okay. It makes things perfect! If only yaoi could care cancer..."

She wasn't even shocked that Kimmy liked yaoi. After all, who didn't? Yaoi was glorious; it was god's gift to men and women everywhere. Anyone who adored yaoi was a comrade, and yaoi camaraderie was about as hardcore as those of men who went to war together.