A Very Simple Story (A VOCALOID Fanfic)

You worry too much for a blond.

"I feel like I'm forgetting something," said Fukase. He walked next to Oliver down the bustling street, looking through the reminder app on his phone. "But I don't have any notes."

"You and your notes." Oliver elbowed him in the side. "Would you forget to breathe if you didn't write it down?"

Fukase scratched his neck and locked his phone. "Undoubtedly."

"Oh! Speaking of, I almost forgot I brought these along." Oliver pulled a small bundle of tin foil from his inside jacket pocket.

"What are they again?" Fukase asked.

"Biscochitos. They're like a type of Mexican butter cookie. My grandparents gave them to us, but apparently I'm the only one in my family who likes them." He held them up. "I thought they might go good with the coffee."

"So that's where we're going." Fukase moved around a patch of ice on the sidewalk.

"Didn't I tell you?"

"No, you just said 'Let's go.'"

"Oh." Oliver looked ahead. "Well, we're meeting Flower there. Did I tell you that?"

"No, you just said 'Let's go.'"

"I did say that, didn't I?" Oliver mused as he stepped in a puddle.

The coffee shop had an almost steady stream of people in and out the front doors. A couple fliers hung on the window advertising new breakfast items.

Fukase easily spotted Flower sitting at an outside table with three cups in front of her. He couldn't help thinking she looked like a hipster with her red plaid coat and Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses. Maybe that's what this week's fashion phase was.

"I'm not staying long and I hate talking in line," she explained, gesturing to the cups on the table. "That's one's yours and that one's Oliver's. Even though you were supposed to buy me coffee."

"Thanks," said Fukase as he took a seat on her left. Even though he thought all coffee tasted the same—okay—he made a mental note to repay her.

"I'm not going to pay you back, just so you know," Oliver said, taking the lid off his drink and putting it back on. "And where are you going? March for wallflower rights?"

She smirked and tapped the table. "For your information, I actually got a hot date."

"With your dog?" Oliver smiled innocently.

She gave him a hard stare. "I'm gonna act like you didn't say that and you're going to rethink your life before you open your mouth again."

Oliver unwrapped the biscochitos, shrugging like he didn't know what Flower was talking about.

"Better stay quiet if you don't want your head bitten off," Fukase warned as he reached for a cookie.

Oliver replied, "Careful, they're crummy."

"Wait. Then why are we eating them?" Fukase inspected the cookie he choose. Maybe nobody in Oliver's family liked them for a reason.

"I mean they make a lot of crumbs," Oliver said.

"Then just say they're crumbly."

Oliver took Fukase's free hand and stared him in the eye. "Who the hell says that?"

"Hey, look," Flower interrupted. "Preppies at nine o'clock."

Len, Xin Hua, and another guy Fukase couldn't name walked out of the coffee shop, each carrying a disposable tray with multiple coffee cups. Probably off to meet their other friends from the school's bowling club.