// Lolly4me2's Soft yaoi Romance //
Those words had been echoing in my head.
"It's isn't a story in a manga, Rokuro! Grow up, ou get out!"
Grow up? Norio, toi didn't mean that.
Of course toi didn't.
I'm 15, I'm still a baby.
I couldn't survive on my own.
And maybe I don't want to take reality so seriously after all.
Maybe I really did want my life to be like a manga (and not some action genre).
But I'm in a rut.
And for now,
I'll keep that pace.
~
"That's it!" a nail-polished hand slammed down onto the coffee table. A tiny shot glass wobbled and swayed, then settled back down into place. I look up from my novel with a frown like an upside down V.
"What?"
"I'm sick of all this gloom! Starting today, I am the Shigeru family mother!"
Odd speech, coming from a guy.
"As the mother of the house, I demand spotless carpets, delicate paper-wrapped sweets when I return from work, and most importantly-- fleurs on Mother's Day!"
At first, I thought this was all a joke.
"Oh, really?" I said, bordely, licking my thumb and turning a page in the paperback. "I guess I'll have to go shopping for some tulips pretty soon. Mother's jour is tomorrow."
A joke? Yeah, right.
"ROKURO! toi BLOODY GENIUS!"
How could I, after 15 years, have ever expected...
"Go, go, go! Now! Purple tulips, damn you! They must be purple!"
... that Saburo ever joked around about something as 'complex'...
"W-wha? Wait, Saburo, I was only kidding!" BAM.
...as flowers.
"Well, shit." I began mumbling, slowly tearing the flimsy plastic grocery bag Saburo had practically forced between my teeth before slamming the door in my face... and on my nose. With the look of the evening glow of the sun, it may as well have been 6 am than 6 pm; and I was walking to school. Because of the Nursery's location, I almost turned to walk into my bus route. But quickly skipped the crosswalk and leisurely strolled out of the way of cars that dotted the road.
With the grocery bag in hand (torn to pieces, threatening to pull away from my fingers and find their own way home), I stood at the front gate of the Motoka Garden Center.
"Tulips... kuh. Tulips my ass." my mumbling drawled on.
Suddenly, a booming alto voice interrupted the steady breeze in harmony with the buzz of rue lights clicking awake.
"HEY! Little bro with the rose tips! I can help toi over here!"
"Little bro"?
My teeth eroded against each other, and my aching forehead eased my neck to the side to peer into the inside of the gate. A tall fellow with navy hair and sharp glasses was waving his lanky arms in my direction, a huge toothed-smile stretching from ear to ear doubled the throbbing of my temples.
And that was how we met.
~
suivant TIME! "It's Scenery"! Official article one! Please keep reading!
Those words had been echoing in my head.
"It's isn't a story in a manga, Rokuro! Grow up, ou get out!"
Grow up? Norio, toi didn't mean that.
Of course toi didn't.
I'm 15, I'm still a baby.
I couldn't survive on my own.
And maybe I don't want to take reality so seriously after all.
Maybe I really did want my life to be like a manga (and not some action genre).
But I'm in a rut.
And for now,
I'll keep that pace.
~
"That's it!" a nail-polished hand slammed down onto the coffee table. A tiny shot glass wobbled and swayed, then settled back down into place. I look up from my novel with a frown like an upside down V.
"What?"
"I'm sick of all this gloom! Starting today, I am the Shigeru family mother!"
Odd speech, coming from a guy.
"As the mother of the house, I demand spotless carpets, delicate paper-wrapped sweets when I return from work, and most importantly-- fleurs on Mother's Day!"
At first, I thought this was all a joke.
"Oh, really?" I said, bordely, licking my thumb and turning a page in the paperback. "I guess I'll have to go shopping for some tulips pretty soon. Mother's jour is tomorrow."
A joke? Yeah, right.
"ROKURO! toi BLOODY GENIUS!"
How could I, after 15 years, have ever expected...
"Go, go, go! Now! Purple tulips, damn you! They must be purple!"
... that Saburo ever joked around about something as 'complex'...
"W-wha? Wait, Saburo, I was only kidding!" BAM.
...as flowers.
"Well, shit." I began mumbling, slowly tearing the flimsy plastic grocery bag Saburo had practically forced between my teeth before slamming the door in my face... and on my nose. With the look of the evening glow of the sun, it may as well have been 6 am than 6 pm; and I was walking to school. Because of the Nursery's location, I almost turned to walk into my bus route. But quickly skipped the crosswalk and leisurely strolled out of the way of cars that dotted the road.
With the grocery bag in hand (torn to pieces, threatening to pull away from my fingers and find their own way home), I stood at the front gate of the Motoka Garden Center.
"Tulips... kuh. Tulips my ass." my mumbling drawled on.
Suddenly, a booming alto voice interrupted the steady breeze in harmony with the buzz of rue lights clicking awake.
"HEY! Little bro with the rose tips! I can help toi over here!"
"Little bro"?
My teeth eroded against each other, and my aching forehead eased my neck to the side to peer into the inside of the gate. A tall fellow with navy hair and sharp glasses was waving his lanky arms in my direction, a huge toothed-smile stretching from ear to ear doubled the throbbing of my temples.
And that was how we met.
~
suivant TIME! "It's Scenery"! Official article one! Please keep reading!
Age:16
City: Mayfield, New York
Fears: Bees, rejection
Bio: Bio: She's a very unique person, she acts like the tough girl but she's very shy at times. She has very useful skills in technology but she reads. She HATES Justin Bieber and Taylor Lautner but she loves Taylor rapide, swift and George Lopez. She doesn't like to act in public but when she's wth her Friends and family she can be very very VERY dramatic. A Noah and Courtney obsesser, thank toi very much. And hidden in her locket is a picture of her and her grandmother. When crystal was 13 here grandmother died of murder par a drunk guy so that locket so that locket means a lot to her. Once she met her best friend, Delores, she has gotten over her grandmother very well.
Personality: She's very moody, can laugh easliy, likes to joke around, but hates to be wrong. When on here good side, she can be a lot of fun, but when she's mad ou sad, she tends to be uhh violent.
Crush: Noah, Tyler
Enimies: Duncan, Gwen