| seven minutes past three (BMG sequel) (Chapter 1) |
[Jul. 23rd, 2009|08:53 pm]
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...and i still have no discipline. how charming.
as per  belyrith's request, here's the ACTUAL sequel to Boy Meets Girl, Girl Meets Boy: A Love Story. well, more like the sequel to the side sequel.
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Chapter One
Dear Yuji,
No, that's not right. Scrap that. Start over.
Hey Yuji! How are you?
That sounds stupid. Scratch that.
...Maybe I should just leave a message on his voice mail? Or a text message instead?
I am a coward. A scared, chicken-shit coward.
I've been sitting in my desk for the last ten minutes, trying to figure out what to write to Yuji, or if I should even write to him. I don't want to appear or sound needy and desperate but I just...I don't know. I just woke up today and found myself wanting to write to him. Or call him, or send him a text message, or even leave a voice message just to say hi.
Maybe it's because you miss him.
I lightly bang my head against the desk. What the heck am I doing? I don't even know!
Yes, I miss him. Even I had to admit this to myself. He hasn't written or called in almost two weeks. I'm getting worried. Did something happen to him? Was he in an accident? Or he's just too busy, like he says. Is it because of work? Did he go out of town again? Maybe he is too busy with work...
Or maybe he just got tired of you...
No, that's not it! I quickly shove the thought out of my mind. Stupid conscience. He promised me he would always write. Or try to. No matter what happens, he would never disappear without telling me.
You don't know that. You don't know anything about him!
I throw the pen against the table and sigh. My conscience is right. How much do I really know about him? Not much. I'm the one on the losing end here.
I scrape the chair backward and stand up. There isn't any point in writing a letter anymore. I'd rather let him make the first move than embarrass myself. I don't want to appear too eager or - worse - desperate;.
I grab the door knob and pull it backward. As the door opens, I see a figure hastily climbing up the stairs. I watch as my older brother, Hoshiro, comes into view. His eyes roam around the hallway before spotting me.
"There you are!" A pained, frantic look crosses his face.
"Yeah, here I am." I raise an eyebrow. "What's going on?"
He lets out a heavy sigh. "We've got a problem."
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i...got none. except..i'm starting to hate LJ now. its getting harder to post here. its not like before when it was easier to post...
plus, i still don't have a title to this sequel so i'm keeping the working title that i'm using now. for the prologue, go here. also, i'm running a poll for this sequel's title. please vote for the BMG sequel's title here.
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