Sara had been attempting to call her girlfriend for several minutes. She was beginning to get annoyed by how many times she had called by now. Her foot was tapping against the floor; she was smoking, swirls of smoke coming from the tip. She knew it was a terrible habit if hers, and Sayuri didn't like it, but she smoked, normally, due to stress and was getting better with her habit.
Her attire consisted of a skull shirt, jeans and boots, along with a skull necklace.
She clicked the 'Ring' button once again, leaning against the wall, and clicking her tongue. Finally, after the third ring, Sayuri answered. "Sayuri, do you have any idea what time it is?" Her tone was higher pitched than normal, since she was slightly annoyed.
She was awfully sleepy, since she has only just woken up. "...12?"
"...we were supposed to meet two hours ago! Have you been asleep this entire time?" Sara sighed, rubbing her eyes with the comer of her fingers.
"...yeah."
"...please can you just come here?"
"Ok, just need to get dressed." Sara sighed, ending the call as quickly as it was made.~ Around two hours later ~
Sara now stood in front of her house, beside her father (probably so she doesn't get kidnapped or stabbed), she stared at her phone once more, wondering where the fuck her significant other was. Late...incredibly late.
"Hi." Sayuri stalked over to her with her usual smile.
"Finally...you're actually here. I'm glad you are here, regardless of you...well, being late."
Sayuri looked confused for a moment, unsure of whether to embrace her or just simply take her hand in her own. She was even unsure whether to quietly murmur 'i love you' as Sara took her hand, and they headed towards a cafe. With a quick open of the door, they entered, sitting beside the window sill.Sara sat at the table, finger in purse strings as Sayuri went to the counter, and ordered a hot chocolate for herself, and tea for Annabelle. Annabelle ate a slice of Victoria sponge, whilst Sayuri ate a slice of chocolate cake. Both of them sat now at the table, staring at each other and blushing from time to time.
"uhh...how are you?"
"You're so awkward."
"Aye, I am." Some weird dude looked at Sayuri from the corner, wearing a black suit and glasses for some reason. Wonder if he was a spy or something. God knows. Anything could happen in this world, couldn't it?
"Hey, stop staring at my girlfriend. I will fight you." All Sayuri could do was laugh, and soon Sara joined in as well. They kissed despite everything. It was a magical moment...until the weird guy from earlier threw a table through the window as his coffee was too cold...well, they were having a moment. Stupid guy ruining the moment...Regardless, it was sweet whilst it lasted.
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How Not to Be A Student!
Humorhahahhaha hahaha I'm rewriting this, since I want to. I want to change it up a bit. A fake anime that takes the mick out of anime tropes. No trope is safe. Be warned. This is for humor purposes only, I hope I don't somehow affect someone in some way...