Entry One: 11 Past
Theme: #11 Past
Word Count: 505
“The past… past --”
Her blonde brows furrowed in deep concentration. She was so, so very incredibly close she could almost taste it.
“The past… hmm,…”
It was almost clear…
“The past --”
“It says ‘pasteurization,’ Minako,” Usagi supplied, pronouncing the word effortlessly. “It’s the process of heating up liquids in order to destroy bacteria and other microorganisms that cause disease. It was created and named after the French chemist, Louis Pasteur.”
The entire arcade filled with an awkward ear-deafening silence. Minako, Rei, and Ami stared slack-jawed at the pig-tailed girl sitting in front of them. Motoki was pouring a strawberry-flavored milkshake onto the counter instead of into Makoto’s tall glass. Several students were gawking in unconcealed awe. An elderly woman by the window fainted into her soup.
Somewhere, the sky was falling.
“U-usagi,” Ami sputtered in disbelief. “That is correct! Where did you learn that?”
Usagi shrugged and took another sip of her lemonade, oblivious to the disturbance around her. “It was a trivia question on the back of a manga I read.”
“Uh-huh,” Ami replied smartly.
Across the room at the counter, Motoki turned to the equally-shocked Mamoru. “Do it.”
Mamoru shook his head dumbly. “Uh-uh. No.”
“We bet, Usagi said something smart, now you have to go ask her out. Go!”
Motoki glared at Mamoru who rose from his seat in defeat. He had indeed bet with Motoki that Usagi would never give a public display of intelligence, and he was so sure he was right, that he proclaimed that if she ever did, he would ask her out on the spot… publicly. There was no turning back now -- it was either that or Motoki would reveal his secret Disney toy collection. He gulped.
The people of the arcade watched in interest as Mamoru approached her booth slowly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “U-um… hi, Usagi.”
She looked at him with questioning blue eyes. “Baka,” she acknowledged.
“I was… I, um, will you --… what I mean is --”
“Yes?”
He took a deep breath. “Iwaswonderingifyouwouldgooutwithme?”
“What?”
“Willgooutwithme?”
“I’m sorry, Mamoru, I don’t understand what you’re saying --”
“I said, will you go out with me!”
He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping against hope that the humiliation would pass quickly and that she would refuse him already. After a few moments, he opened them to see a scrutinizing Usagi.
“So,” she said, “You expect me to just forget the past, put all those horrible things you’ve called me behind, and… go out with you?”
He took a deep, desperate breath. “Yes.” He truly did want to go out with her.
“Okay. I don’t see why not,” Usagi replied, cheerfully exiting the booth and grabbing him by the arm. “But let’s go to a place a little more private!”
As the occupants of the arcade stood in amazed silence trying to comprehend what had just occurred, Usagi dragged a stunned Mamoru to the door… but not before turning to give a quick, conspiratorial wink to a grinning Minako and Motoki.
Word Count: 505
“The past… past --”
Her blonde brows furrowed in deep concentration. She was so, so very incredibly close she could almost taste it.
“The past… hmm,…”
It was almost clear…
“The past --”
“It says ‘pasteurization,’ Minako,” Usagi supplied, pronouncing the word effortlessly. “It’s the process of heating up liquids in order to destroy bacteria and other microorganisms that cause disease. It was created and named after the French chemist, Louis Pasteur.”
The entire arcade filled with an awkward ear-deafening silence. Minako, Rei, and Ami stared slack-jawed at the pig-tailed girl sitting in front of them. Motoki was pouring a strawberry-flavored milkshake onto the counter instead of into Makoto’s tall glass. Several students were gawking in unconcealed awe. An elderly woman by the window fainted into her soup.
Somewhere, the sky was falling.
“U-usagi,” Ami sputtered in disbelief. “That is correct! Where did you learn that?”
Usagi shrugged and took another sip of her lemonade, oblivious to the disturbance around her. “It was a trivia question on the back of a manga I read.”
“Uh-huh,” Ami replied smartly.
Across the room at the counter, Motoki turned to the equally-shocked Mamoru. “Do it.”
Mamoru shook his head dumbly. “Uh-uh. No.”
“We bet, Usagi said something smart, now you have to go ask her out. Go!”
Motoki glared at Mamoru who rose from his seat in defeat. He had indeed bet with Motoki that Usagi would never give a public display of intelligence, and he was so sure he was right, that he proclaimed that if she ever did, he would ask her out on the spot… publicly. There was no turning back now -- it was either that or Motoki would reveal his secret Disney toy collection. He gulped.
The people of the arcade watched in interest as Mamoru approached her booth slowly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “U-um… hi, Usagi.”
She looked at him with questioning blue eyes. “Baka,” she acknowledged.
“I was… I, um, will you --… what I mean is --”
“Yes?”
He took a deep breath. “Iwaswonderingifyouwouldgooutwithme?”
“What?”
“Willgooutwithme?”
“I’m sorry, Mamoru, I don’t understand what you’re saying --”
“I said, will you go out with me!”
He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping against hope that the humiliation would pass quickly and that she would refuse him already. After a few moments, he opened them to see a scrutinizing Usagi.
“So,” she said, “You expect me to just forget the past, put all those horrible things you’ve called me behind, and… go out with you?”
He took a deep, desperate breath. “Yes.” He truly did want to go out with her.
“Okay. I don’t see why not,” Usagi replied, cheerfully exiting the booth and grabbing him by the arm. “But let’s go to a place a little more private!”
As the occupants of the arcade stood in amazed silence trying to comprehend what had just occurred, Usagi dragged a stunned Mamoru to the door… but not before turning to give a quick, conspiratorial wink to a grinning Minako and Motoki.