The building blasted with different language songs such as German, Italian, but mostly Japanese. For most of the time, (Y/N) sat or trailed behind Alfred, who always seemed to be either eating or shouting. He never stopped moving. It was sweltering hot in the cramped area. Speaking of which, he went to the bathroom to change out of his original outfit into a tan bomber jacket with w '50' printed on the back. "Alfreed. How can you dress like that?!" She whisper-shouted for she was wearing a (F/C) T-shirt with long sleeves and shorts. "When you're in America, you gotta learn, how to handle the heat." He responded with a playful of dirty wink. There was no difference!
The recent happenings were that a British and a French having a rap battle in rapid Japanese. Or rather, it sounded like a rap battle. [ m.youtube.com/watch?v=d-_vsiz0vL... ] A bunch of other people were lining up or sitting down at the other karaoke TV, waiting their turn. An albino with a thick German accent, a young cheerful man with brown hair and bright green eyes who looked to be in his 20's, and a long-haired European bearing pale yellowish somewhat platinum hair and purple eyes were singing in Japanese. The song sounded like a rock or metal song, but it was at a guitar solo. Abruptedly realizing that the person who headed purple eyes was the same man singing with the British was now singing with the duo. (Y/N) could not proceed the information of his swift change.
She was sure that their voices were great, but she was starting to develop a headache.
"Hey, (Y/N), wanna sing?!" Alfred placed his hands on the talented girl in front of him. Her face glowed a valuable red. "Y-yeah, sure." (Y/N) accepted, still flustered. "Firework!" He threw his hands in the air, excitedly, then landing them on (Y/N)'s. "Al. The hands." She whispered fiercely, showing embarrassment. "Right right."
"Let's go over there," he suggested. The line was now shorter. "BUONO TOMATO BUONO TOMATO BUONO BUONO OO TOMATO!" The Italian from last chapter sang. "Yaya Lovi!" Somebody within the crowd cheered. [ m.youtube.com/watch?v=LkbcbW_C_38 ]
After some minutes of binging on food and drinks, it was finally the pair's turn. To (Y/N)'s surprise, the American boy was actually a very good singer. In fact, the everyone had //smexy// voices. [ m.youtube.com/watch?v=6BtI43kqkO... ]
"Yo, (Y/N), you're good!" Alfred complimented cheerfully. "Pfft." His singing partner turned her head, concealing her blush. They had already sang a bunch of songs and it was nearly time to flee. People were beginning to get drunk, and (Y/N) wanted to spare the pain. Lucky for her, Alfred had. The same idea.
Once they were out of the garage, Alfred and (Y/N) strolled to her house. Again.
That night had been the most enjoyable and the most headache-held day ever. The rest of the night went well, and there were no nightmares.
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"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)! (Y/N)!" A very angry psychiatrist banged on the door, stomping into the person she was addressing's room. "Y-yes? Emma?" (Y/N) stuttered. She had just finished drawing a picture of the sky's clouds but thanks to the overprotective Belgian, she had accidentally slitted a dark line across the paper, which appeared to be difficult to remove. Swearing under her breath, Emma marched towards. (Y/N) held her pencil with both hands behinds her, sweating.
"(Y/N)!" Emma placed her hands on (Y/N)'s shoulders like a mother irritated about her daughter coming home late from somewhere. "I SAW YOU WITH A BOOOOOOOY." She continued to complain. "Emmi, don't be so rough on her," Elizabeta tried to compose the grown woman down. "Aren't you dating someone too?" The Hungarian asked, making a point. "B-but that's different!" Uttered. "You're still in school, too.
"Waaah! Sorry, (N/N)!" She hugged and apologized me. "I-it's okay,' (Y/N) awkwardly patted her back. "But you know.. That jacket looked familiar," Emma whispered in her ear. "No it's not," she coincidentally pushed the Belgian back forcingly. "(Y/NNN)! I just want to know how I should care for my chiiiilllllllllld!" She whined. Both Elizabeta and (Y/N) gasped. "YOU HAVE CHILD?!" We screeched. "N-no. You've got the wrong idea." Stubbornness the psychiatrist. "I'm volunteering at a daycare. On Sunday." She stated, crossing her arms, taking a proud breath. Since (Y/N) absolutely loves kids, she squealed like the time she realized Alfred wielded a unicorn. "Can I go?~" Pleaded the youngster. "Of course!" Emma had a cheerful look on her face, like usual, but usually she wouldn't let (Y/N) or other people younger than her go through something without a catch. She decided to let it slip while Emma was in a good mood.
The trio listened to the radio music for an hour, minding their own business until at the same time a call designated to (Y/N) from McDonalds and the advertisement rang out. She excused herself to go in the hallway, just in case the Europeans get suspicious.
"Yes?" (Y/N) answered. "Can you meet me at McDonalds?.. I have to tell you something," the voice told. "Uh, alright." She closed the call and informed the two that she was going to her other job.
Once she was at the McDonalds drive through to receive her message, Amelia said "uh, well, sorry, but I'm working full time so.." She rubbed the back of her neck, guilty. "I really need that new video game, you know?" Amelia sugarcoated, but after seeing the worried and puzzled and distress look on her face, she added quickly, "I'll give you a free burger everyday! My treat."
Still depressed over the fact that she was technically fired, her face glowed a faint red. She wanted to sob into someone's arms. Since there was the decrease of clients and the fact that she can't work at McDonalds anymore, she was sure that her mother would suffer more than she was. "I'll tell you about Al.." Amelia tried to reduce the amount of pain that (Y/N) was feeling, and she was succeeding. (Y/N) nodded and gave a fake smile. "Alright."
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A/N: Wow doesn't that seal the deal up. I'm sorry that I'm not good at portraying the characters correctly. I'll be trying my best to update everyday or two. I'm also on Wattpad.
Others: I'm really sad that Assassination Classroom ended along with a bunch of other stories. That is all. Thanks!
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