wishful thinking
my friend/imouto vie-chan (thewindchime) wrote me another drabble YAAAAAAAAAAY~ i really reaaaaaaaally loved this one :DD this time from my prompt 'hitchhiking' :)
[.hitchhiking.]
when she finally stirs awake, it's morning already. tegoshi's back on driving and he's humming to another song she never heard before; she can't help but wonder if it's composed while she was asleep.
"morning," she greets, stretching out and smothering a yawn with the back of her hand. he averts his gaze to her, lets out a laugh, then keeps his eyes on the road again.
"i can't believe you slept so well," he says.
"why not? i had a pretty long day yesterday before i met you."
"that's exactly why, isn't it!" he snorts, his face wears an amused look as he speaks, "it's barely 24 hours since we met."
"well i'm sorry i'm not afraid of you," she retorts coolly, and tegoshi laughs again, but soon makes a face when she adds, "no offense, but i can't be afraid of someone who puts pictures of his mother and his grandmother inside his wallet"
"did you just admit you sneaked a look at my wallet without my consent?"
"no. i just reminded you that you gave said wallet to me when you had me grab some drinks and snacks for you at a konbini last night"
the silly bickering lasts for a couple of miles down the highway before they finally grow tired of laughing; tegoshi starts humming again (she recognizes the song as the one he sang after their very late dinner) and she just leans back on her passenger's seat, feeling oddly content.
with the pace of tegoshi's driving, they're likely not going to reach her hometown before sunset, but that's okay too. because somewhere along the line, filled with tegoshi's humming and high-pitched singing and contagious laughing, she's decided that this long trip is worth every second of her life.
--
sigh, i wish the trip would go on forever~
this totally cheered me up! she knew i was feeling a bit down bcoz of something Tegoshi-related, and she definitely knows how to make me feel better. why am i so blessed with such a nice sister in the fandom? i can't get enough of her writing~~ now i'm going to bed with a smile on my face :)))
and here are 5 more drabbles she wrote for my b-day (i posted this on my other acct and decided i'd post it here too :P), all of which described me perfectly. she knows me too well :D
[.rain.]
She loves surprises, he loves to surprise her; to do things she might never expect he would and to witness how, each time, she would gasp, eyes go wide, her hands covering her mouth that is in a cute 'o' shape, before her lips curl to a smile.
And there is that smile now, dancing on her face, because he has showed up with an umbrella he knows she'll forget to bring more often than not, right in front of her who's waiting for the rain to cease on the train station.
'Yuu-chan, are you crazy? Someone might have recognized you', she says, but there's no bite on her words.
Tegoshi just smiles, reaching out a free hand to fondly wipes some moisture off her hair and her face and the tip of her nose, and his smile stretches wider when she blushes under his touch.
'Let's go home', he whispers, threading their fingers together; she nods and squeezes his warm hand.
Halfway down their way home, she suddenly giggles and murmurs 'Sometimes I do love rain, I think'
He chuckles.
--
[.getting over you.]
Sometimes he'll make an abrupt turn when he sees her at the far end of the hallway. Some other time he'll just clench the strap of his bag tightly and duck his head down, avoiding her gaze and walking pass her as if they don't know each other.
He knows he's being a sore loser and that it makes him look pathetic and, most importantly, he knows that it hurts her. But it just feels so hard to look at her face now; so hard to be at her side as good friend just like he has always been, and like he will forever be. It's hard when he knows, no, when they both know that he wants more, and yet she can't give him what he wants.
I'm sorry, Yuya
The words ringing in his head again as he glances over his shoulder to see her retreating back, and for the umpteenth time he wishes he's never let her know.
--
[.senpai/kouhai.]
They have kept it secret for years, because that's what she wants and he'll give in to what she wants most of the time, if not always. They'd casually exchange smiles and converse when their groups of friends are around, but the rest of their story is pretty much kept in the closet; only for them to know, not for others to see.
But it will be different from now on, Tegoshi thinks as he walks towards the coffee shop where she's waiting for him. His university life has officially ended yesterday, so he'll have no more of this senpai/kouhai crap. Heck, they could've just come out last year when she graduated, if only she's not being so stubborn (well, that's part of her charm though, he muses).
He waves and beams at her when he finally sees her through the shop's glass window, sitting on the table closest to the counter, talking to Kei-chan. He hurries inside to join them and plops down on the empty seat right across her, a dangerously wide smirk plastered on his face.
'Kei-chan', he calls, with voice loud enough for the entire shop to hear 'She's my girl, just so you know. My girl'
Their bartender friend bursts laughing, his girl glares at him, but Tegoshi just keeps grinning from ear to ear.
--
[.crappy drawings.]
'I don't understand why you insist', Tegoshi pouts, glaring at the blank paper and a box of crayons next to it 'I can't draw to save my life'
She chuckles 'Don't be silly. You can. Everyone can'
'You know what I meant. Seriously, can't I just get you something else?'
She doesn't answer; instead, she just looks up to him, eyes staring at him from behind the lashes in a way she knows he'll never be able to say no to, and lets out a small laugh when he sighs and starts working on his drawing.
Ten minutes later, she is staring at picture of rainbow; only seven colors of rainbow painted in a perfect half-circle shape and nothing else, except her name that is scribbled in color gold at one end of the rainbow.
'Are you trying to say,' she says with a raised brow 'that I'm the gold pot over the rainbow?'
Tegoshi laughs.
'No, I'm trying to say that you are a treasure. My treasure' he chirps as he lands a quick kiss to her cheek 'Happy birthday, Ayumi'
This, she thinks, is the best birthday gift ever.
--
[.soccer.]
'You know I don't like soccer, and I'm sorry but there's nothing you can do about it', she once told him.
'I will make you', he said then, a cheeky smile on his face 'I will, just watch me'
Just watch me, and he actually meant it literally, she scoffs as she prepares hot cocoa for the two of them. It's weekend and Tegoshi has come to stay over at her place again, or rather, to have her watch another soccer match together with him.
She steals a glance to the TV screen while slipping on the couch next to him. He doesn't tear his gaze away from the game, but still he throws an arm over her shoulder, giving it a little squeeze while murmuring thank you, and she scoots closer to him.
They've been doing this for over six months now, and in all honesty, she still doesn't understand where his affection for the sport comes from. What's so awesome about twenty men running around chasing after one ball? If anything, she'd say it's kind of stupid (she doesn't have the heart to say this out loud, of course, not in front of him anyway).
But the sight of him watching the game is another story, she'll admit. Sipping on her drink, she tilts her head to look at his face and beams affably. There he goes again, she muses, adorably switching from frowning to grinning and back to pouting before screaming with joy (or sulking, sometimes, when the team he's rooting for lost the game).
'Liking what you see, yeah?' his sudden question snaps her out of her train of thoughts, and she's flustered when she realizes he now has his eyes on her.
'I bet you love soccer now, don't you?' he asks again, his tone teasing.
'Well,' she murmurs, still blushing 'it's not that bad, all things considered'
He laughs.
--
i love you, vie-chan~ thanks for always being such a nice sister *hugs*
and my love for stop motion animation is growing:
Gloomy Valentine. gloomy (and a bit scary in the end) but i loved it!
[Gloomy Valentine tells the story of a woman driven mad by loss of love. Weaving the lyrical with the monstrous the film is aesthetically influenced by gothic surrealism. Isabel Peppard the film's director and lead animator says "Gloomy is haunted by the memory of love and in the end she is consumed by nightmarish shadows."]
[.hitchhiking.]
when she finally stirs awake, it's morning already. tegoshi's back on driving and he's humming to another song she never heard before; she can't help but wonder if it's composed while she was asleep.
"morning," she greets, stretching out and smothering a yawn with the back of her hand. he averts his gaze to her, lets out a laugh, then keeps his eyes on the road again.
"i can't believe you slept so well," he says.
"why not? i had a pretty long day yesterday before i met you."
"that's exactly why, isn't it!" he snorts, his face wears an amused look as he speaks, "it's barely 24 hours since we met."
"well i'm sorry i'm not afraid of you," she retorts coolly, and tegoshi laughs again, but soon makes a face when she adds, "no offense, but i can't be afraid of someone who puts pictures of his mother and his grandmother inside his wallet"
"did you just admit you sneaked a look at my wallet without my consent?"
"no. i just reminded you that you gave said wallet to me when you had me grab some drinks and snacks for you at a konbini last night"
the silly bickering lasts for a couple of miles down the highway before they finally grow tired of laughing; tegoshi starts humming again (she recognizes the song as the one he sang after their very late dinner) and she just leans back on her passenger's seat, feeling oddly content.
with the pace of tegoshi's driving, they're likely not going to reach her hometown before sunset, but that's okay too. because somewhere along the line, filled with tegoshi's humming and high-pitched singing and contagious laughing, she's decided that this long trip is worth every second of her life.
--
sigh, i wish the trip would go on forever~
this totally cheered me up! she knew i was feeling a bit down bcoz of something Tegoshi-related, and she definitely knows how to make me feel better. why am i so blessed with such a nice sister in the fandom? i can't get enough of her writing~~ now i'm going to bed with a smile on my face :)))
and here are 5 more drabbles she wrote for my b-day (i posted this on my other acct and decided i'd post it here too :P), all of which described me perfectly. she knows me too well :D
[.rain.]
She loves surprises, he loves to surprise her; to do things she might never expect he would and to witness how, each time, she would gasp, eyes go wide, her hands covering her mouth that is in a cute 'o' shape, before her lips curl to a smile.
And there is that smile now, dancing on her face, because he has showed up with an umbrella he knows she'll forget to bring more often than not, right in front of her who's waiting for the rain to cease on the train station.
'Yuu-chan, are you crazy? Someone might have recognized you', she says, but there's no bite on her words.
Tegoshi just smiles, reaching out a free hand to fondly wipes some moisture off her hair and her face and the tip of her nose, and his smile stretches wider when she blushes under his touch.
'Let's go home', he whispers, threading their fingers together; she nods and squeezes his warm hand.
Halfway down their way home, she suddenly giggles and murmurs 'Sometimes I do love rain, I think'
He chuckles.
--
[.getting over you.]
Sometimes he'll make an abrupt turn when he sees her at the far end of the hallway. Some other time he'll just clench the strap of his bag tightly and duck his head down, avoiding her gaze and walking pass her as if they don't know each other.
He knows he's being a sore loser and that it makes him look pathetic and, most importantly, he knows that it hurts her. But it just feels so hard to look at her face now; so hard to be at her side as good friend just like he has always been, and like he will forever be. It's hard when he knows, no, when they both know that he wants more, and yet she can't give him what he wants.
I'm sorry, Yuya
The words ringing in his head again as he glances over his shoulder to see her retreating back, and for the umpteenth time he wishes he's never let her know.
--
[.senpai/kouhai.]
They have kept it secret for years, because that's what she wants and he'll give in to what she wants most of the time, if not always. They'd casually exchange smiles and converse when their groups of friends are around, but the rest of their story is pretty much kept in the closet; only for them to know, not for others to see.
But it will be different from now on, Tegoshi thinks as he walks towards the coffee shop where she's waiting for him. His university life has officially ended yesterday, so he'll have no more of this senpai/kouhai crap. Heck, they could've just come out last year when she graduated, if only she's not being so stubborn (well, that's part of her charm though, he muses).
He waves and beams at her when he finally sees her through the shop's glass window, sitting on the table closest to the counter, talking to Kei-chan. He hurries inside to join them and plops down on the empty seat right across her, a dangerously wide smirk plastered on his face.
'Kei-chan', he calls, with voice loud enough for the entire shop to hear 'She's my girl, just so you know. My girl'
Their bartender friend bursts laughing, his girl glares at him, but Tegoshi just keeps grinning from ear to ear.
--
[.crappy drawings.]
'I don't understand why you insist', Tegoshi pouts, glaring at the blank paper and a box of crayons next to it 'I can't draw to save my life'
She chuckles 'Don't be silly. You can. Everyone can'
'You know what I meant. Seriously, can't I just get you something else?'
She doesn't answer; instead, she just looks up to him, eyes staring at him from behind the lashes in a way she knows he'll never be able to say no to, and lets out a small laugh when he sighs and starts working on his drawing.
Ten minutes later, she is staring at picture of rainbow; only seven colors of rainbow painted in a perfect half-circle shape and nothing else, except her name that is scribbled in color gold at one end of the rainbow.
'Are you trying to say,' she says with a raised brow 'that I'm the gold pot over the rainbow?'
Tegoshi laughs.
'No, I'm trying to say that you are a treasure. My treasure' he chirps as he lands a quick kiss to her cheek 'Happy birthday, Ayumi'
This, she thinks, is the best birthday gift ever.
--
[.soccer.]
'You know I don't like soccer, and I'm sorry but there's nothing you can do about it', she once told him.
'I will make you', he said then, a cheeky smile on his face 'I will, just watch me'
Just watch me, and he actually meant it literally, she scoffs as she prepares hot cocoa for the two of them. It's weekend and Tegoshi has come to stay over at her place again, or rather, to have her watch another soccer match together with him.
She steals a glance to the TV screen while slipping on the couch next to him. He doesn't tear his gaze away from the game, but still he throws an arm over her shoulder, giving it a little squeeze while murmuring thank you, and she scoots closer to him.
They've been doing this for over six months now, and in all honesty, she still doesn't understand where his affection for the sport comes from. What's so awesome about twenty men running around chasing after one ball? If anything, she'd say it's kind of stupid (she doesn't have the heart to say this out loud, of course, not in front of him anyway).
But the sight of him watching the game is another story, she'll admit. Sipping on her drink, she tilts her head to look at his face and beams affably. There he goes again, she muses, adorably switching from frowning to grinning and back to pouting before screaming with joy (or sulking, sometimes, when the team he's rooting for lost the game).
'Liking what you see, yeah?' his sudden question snaps her out of her train of thoughts, and she's flustered when she realizes he now has his eyes on her.
'I bet you love soccer now, don't you?' he asks again, his tone teasing.
'Well,' she murmurs, still blushing 'it's not that bad, all things considered'
He laughs.
--
i love you, vie-chan~ thanks for always being such a nice sister *hugs*
and my love for stop motion animation is growing:
Click to viewGloomy Valentine. gloomy (and a bit scary in the end) but i loved it!
[Gloomy Valentine tells the story of a woman driven mad by loss of love. Weaving the lyrical with the monstrous the film is aesthetically influenced by gothic surrealism. Isabel Peppard the film's director and lead animator says "Gloomy is haunted by the memory of love and in the end she is consumed by nightmarish shadows."]