One Shots and Other Stuff [Requests are Open]

Play Date (Miku x Luka) [Lemon]

Based off of Play Date feat Melanie Martinez

"Um, hello?" A voice squeaked from my throat as I answered the phone, trying to hold my breathe. I wasn't sure if her calling made me nervous or calm, if it made me happy or sad. Maybe it was a little of both. I wanted her to pretend I was invisible and simultaneously give me all the attention in the world.

"Hey, love," a voice replied at the other end, almost in a bored sort of tone. She sounded as though she were a thousand miles away, yelling at me from another shoreline, enticing me.

"Hey," I echoed softly, biting my lower lip as I waited for her to explain why she was calling. I mean, I knew why she was calling. It was the same reason every time: she wanted something. She wanted to use me, and like very other time, I already knew from the second I answered the phone that I would let her.

"So," she began, "I got a new game in the mail earlier-"

"Oh?"

"And I was wondering if you want to come over and test it out." She announced, and for some reason I thought she was telling the truth, maybe she didn't want me. It didn't even sound there was some manipulative reason behind why she was calling me, it didn't feel like she wanted something from me like she usually does, only that she needed company. That she wanted me in her arms while we killed zombies or stole cars in her video game. 

Or maybe that was me that wanted that instead.

"Sure," I said, almost too happily. I decided to tone it down a notch, "I mean, are you sure it's okay?"

"Everything will be okay as long as you're with me," she said cooly, and I felt my face flush. "Now hurry up and get your ass over here, baby."

And with that, she hung up the phone.

I tossed the phone onto my bed in one swift movement, immediately turning to my closet and trying to figure out what would be suitable to wear. It wasn't like this was a date or anything fancy. I mean, is it a date? Is spending time with someone and just playing video games count as a date? A play-date maybe?

With a shake of my head, I tried to get her out of my mind by moving over to my dresser and pulling out the outfit I had finally agreed to try on. All it was, was a pastel pink blouse, cream colored cardigan sweater, a pair of short-shorts, and thigh highs. Cute, innocent, how I normally dressed. I quickly stripped myself of what I was previously wearing, just a tee shirt and pajama pants, and slipped on the outfit I picked out for myself.

After everything was in place, I examined myself in the mirror. I couldn't help but to think of what she thought of my clothing choices. Did she like them? Or does hate them and is just too polite to say anything? Polite? No, that's certainly not her style.

An image of her flooded into my mind; her long, pink hair cascading over her shoulders, her tight, black clothes, and that half smile she only gives to me. Just the thought of her made my heart race, it made me want to be perfect for her. Only, I didn't know how.

I looked back in the mirror, turning from side to side and scanning my body from all different angles. What does she see in me, anyways? Because all I saw when I looked in the mirror was a plain, tiny girl who dresses like she's five. A frown formed on my lips as I stared myself down, examining  my clothing choices. I'm just a teenager in a child's clothing, I thought. But that was what I always wore, and I heard no complaints escape her lips before, so why would I hear them now?

God, I'm an idiot. Forget it, stupid, your clothes are fine.

I half sprinted out of my room, after swiping my phone off of my bed, and dashed down the stairs and to the front door. By the time I stepped outside, my heart was pounding against my chest with the anticipation of being able to see her again; the rough contours of her face, her bright, blue eyes, and her perfectly white smile. Just the thought of her painted across the back of my mind made my body shake.