Friday, 20 June 2008
01:25:01 PM (GMT)
It was just me and him. We were sitting at the table at our favorite restaraunt.
Yet, both of us were strangely quiet tonight. We still hadn't ordered and we had been
there for 15 minutes. "Take?" I started. Take is my boyfriend's nickname. His real
name is Takeoshi. "When do you want to order, Take?" He looked up at me. His face
looked strangely pale, and his gaze looked miserable. He stared at me for a minute.
"Take? Are you ok?" He opened his mouth to speak, and quickly closed it. "TAKE!" I
cried, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He was hiding something from me. He looked out at
the full moon and then looked at me again. "I'll have whatever you're getting,
Mochi." I looked at him angrily and shocked. He NEVER likes what I eat. "What about
your drink?" I asked him. He looked at me again, and this time there was anger.
"ORDER TWO OF WHATEVER YOU WANT." He screamed at me. He lost more and more color
every second. He reminded me of Sai. "Take, you can tell me whatever is bothering
you." I mused at him, gently. "Just.... leave me alone." he replied. I ordered, and
Jeanne, our waitress, brought the food in seconds. She knew what was going on with
Take, and things were going pretty speedy. I ate slow, and he inhaled his food. He
left 100 dollars on the table. "Bring me the change later." he told me. He ran out of
the restaraunt. I stood up, looked out the window, and his car was gone then and
there. "The... ARGH! How am I going to get home?!?!" I shouted. I sat back down and
ate my food in tears. I was hurt. What was he doing? Why did he leave me here? Why
was he so different?
I ached, my head, my heart, my muscles. I ordered the most expensive dessert and ate
"Jeanne!" I called. She rushed to my table. "Can I help you, Mochi?" she asked me
kindly. "Do you know what's up with Takeoshi?" She looked at me sadly and
secretively. "I can't tell you. I swore to Takeoshi that I wouldn't." and she rushed
off. Why was everyone hiding things from me? What was going ON? I stood up furious,
screamed for my bill, paid it, and left without giving Jeanne a tip. "AND IM NOT
COMING BACK!" I yelled to the waitors and waitresses.
To be continued.....