Should I keep posting memes at the top?
_________________________________________July 24th 1997.
(My apologies, there's a lot of time skips)
"And that's a rap for our radio show today. Have a great Friday and we will see you next Monday!"
Zenjiro cuts the camera and I can officially say. I have never been so happy to hear the click of all our media players turn off signaling a job well done. I signed and Nariyuki practically died next to me. His hands looked sore, but from what?
"Why you're hands so sore, You aren't doing my college homework are ya?" I laugh
He just laughs with me "I doubt I'm smart enough for that."
"You're plenty smart, You seriously need to stop putting yourself just because you are skipping college." I glare at him. He always does this and I hate it. He got lucky that we have such a fun job. Ima miss our hours once September comes around. I wish he could just wake me up when September ends, oh wait that makes no sense. Never mind then.
"Zenjiro, Aren't you going into High school?" I ask.
"Yep Me and my girlfriend can't wait to be official high schoolers! I've read so many romance novels about it."
"Little bro you read romance novels?"
"Got a problem with it?"
"You, you can't answer a question with a question."
"Oh?"
"JESUS CHRIST MAN!"
I just laugh and grab my bags. It's now 4 O'clock. But I want to go to bed early today so I can make up the sleep from Last school year. Nariyuki waves while holding Zenjiro's wrist, lifting him to to wave as well. Needless to say I laughed and started walking to my car.
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"I'm home!"
I greet to absolutely no one. As always. Setting my backpack down on the chair nearest a window I noticed my fridge was open and there were noises coming from it. Slowly approaching the white brick I opened the door. Squeaking? Is that-no was tha-MY GUINEA PIG?
Hamtaro (I had =) Scurried out and in an instant multiple things started spilling out of the sides. Jelly, Barbecue sauce, mustard, and my unfinished MT dew from last night.
"What the hell? How did ya get out?" I grumbled and picked up the spilling condiments, Then processing to wipe them up.
"This only means one thing, Someone's in my house." I whispered to myself. I went to grab my Electric guitar, for some reason. But it wasn't next to my tv. Where it should be. . . .
Looks like Ima have to use my bare hands. I opened the bedroom door to my one story house only to se--
"Hey (y/n) How ya been?"
It was Haruko-san, and she was playing my neon green Electric.
"Oh um, Haruko, I uh, Did not expect to see you here, Why are you in my house?"
She lifted her head to stare into my (e/c) with her Yellow ones.
"Not sure, I was kinda just drawn to you, I love you (y,n) ◠﹏◠✿"
Okay, this is weird. Why is she noodling around like that aaaannndd now she's dancing to Gangnam Style. She proceed to dance up to me and grab my hands.
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Fanfiction_________CUT_________ This is a story about you. Yes you. (Y/N). It's 1997. You live in Mabase. At the ripe age of 20, Nariyuki and his younger brother Zenjiro have befriended you and now you three run a Radio show talking about music and geek cult...