Them [O. H. S. H. C. ]

12.5 | Asking

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"Tondemonai (ENG. Translation - No way)."

I gaped, lips slightly parted, eyes widening, in slow motion.

"Yes, way."

He whipped, from behind his back, an arranged bouquet of eucalyptus and carnations. Cheesy, cliche is a classier term, for they were my favorites.
I meekly accepted the bundle.

"Thanks."

"So?"

"Oh, wait, what are we talking about?"

As the excitement transformed into nerves, the whole purpose of the emotion slipped my mind. Whoops.

"Date? Yes or no? Ring a bell?"

"Shut up, Moron."

"Oooh, two insults in one sentence. You're on fire."

Sarcasm. Girls don't dig sarcasm. Unless, they're like me.

"Wow, I didn't think you could recognize insults. I mean, you must get them so often, they've become a part of you."

"Shut up, Moron."

"Hey! That's my thing."

"Patent, please?"

"Yes..."

"Wait, seriously?"

He foolishly thought she actually possessed the legal document he was mocking.

"Yeah, I'll go on a date with you."

I added, as if an afterthought,
"You're not as repulsive as you think."

He laughed at his silent mistake. Good thing he never voiced it.

"Well, that's nice to hear."

"What? Is it the first time a girl said yes?"

He slung his left arm on her shoulder, and gestured to himself.

"It's the thirty first..."

"You're lying."

"What can I say?" He ran his hands through the orange mop, "The hair's a real selling point."

I elbowed him, huffed, and dramatically stalked away.

"I'll see you at 7?"

Just for the sake of argument...

"7:30!"

The tone of finality shifted his teasing goals...

"Wear something nice..."

"I always do."

Maybe not. But he doesn't need to know that...
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"Mori?"

"It's true..."

"You've been preparing, all week, to ask me out?"

Fan girl overload sent me into a session of Renge twirls. I spun around the room, glee forcing the uncharacteristic actions. I'm 99.99% sure that my pupils had grown into perfect, animated hearts.

"Calm down."

I paused, composed myself, and shakily placed a hand on his shoulder. The world was still rotating in a blurry whirl.

"You did that for me?"

I steadied myself, bracing against his lean figure.

"Ah."

"He sure did!"

The adorable blonde nodded, quick motions, in agreement.

"I'm...wow, you are the best."

I attacked him with a bear hug, attempting to scale him as Honey did. It seemed that was an art in itself.

"Thank you so much! And of course I'll go out with you! A guy who spends that much time on me is so worth it!"

The registration of my words struck with a pang. I sounded precisely like the Host Club's self hired, manager.
AHHHHHH! I don't want to be like Renge; an irritating, Ouran doll who can't get enough of these "extremely hot men". Hey, I'm only quoting her. Though I can't deny. I'm an independent, intelligent person; I am not the Renge among my friends. I refuse! Yet, my inner gushing wouldn't vanish.

Couldn't vanish.

I was going out with Mori.

It couldn't vanish.

Hey guys! Finished...finished, and finished. The date will commence...or should I leave you on a cliffhanger. Nah, I'm no jerk. Refer to the top of these past two chapter for the date outfits.
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