Do You Wanna Hang? (13)

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3rd Person POV

Miyako closed the scroll and put it back, returning to the table she was at she looked at Temari, "Do you wanna hang? I mean, if you don't have anything else to do, if you do, that's totally understandable and you can just go." Temari looked at her and let out a small chuckle, "Sure." Miyako smiled and grabbed her wrist, dragging her. As Miyako passed the librarian, she gave a, "Have an nice day."

"Where are you taking me?" Temari asked, Miyako saw a chance and she took it, "I'm about to change your life." Temari gave her a puzzled gaze, "Okay?" Miyako huffed. Miyako replied, "You did it wrong, it's supposed to be, ' Then by all means lead the way.', no 'Okay?' I persecuted both of those references perfectly, but you ruined it." Temari looked at her even more confused than she was before, what reference, she's insane.

Miyako stopped out side a shop, Temari looked at her again, "Why are we here?" she asked. Miyako turned to Temari confused, "This is what girls do when they hang out right?" Temari laughed, shaking her head lightly and questioned Miyako, "You have no idea what girls do, do you?" Miyako scratched the nape of her neck, "That obvious?" Temari nodded in response.  Temari took the lead, bringing Miyako to a more girly shop.

They entered the store, Temari looking like she was in her natural habitat, while Miyako never looked more out of place. Temari meandered around the shop and picked out loads of outfits, Miyako looked at one pair of shoes with squinted eyes, 'These are challenging me, they think I can't fit in with these people' she thought. 

Temari looked back to see what Miyako thought of a pair of jeans, only to see her still glaring at the same pair of shoes. Sighing, Temari picked out some more clothes and grabbed Miyako, pushing her into the changing room.

Miyako's POV

I sat on the floor, clothes carelessly thrown on me. I stood up rubbing my injured butt mumbling, "Yeah, yeah, very funny." I could hear Temari laugh on the other side of the curtain, "You were glaring at a pair of shoes so now you're going to be useful and model the clothes." I sweat dropped at the words and figured out I had no other choice. I looked down at the outfit at my feet. I picked it up and put it on.

I modeled all of the outfits, and Temari purchased a lot of them claiming, "Suna don't have this fashion."  I sighed, how can girls do that, its exhausting. As I was about to leave the dressing room Temari shoved one more outfit in my hands. I fake cried, "Why must you bestow upon me more?!" She laughed and replied with, "This one's for you, and you're going to buy those stupid shoes you kept looking at." I looked at the shoes in my arm, they looked like hell. But they did challenge me. I glared at the one last time, trying to communicate.

You're an idiot.

Oh my mavis. Oh wait, it's just you.

Hmph.

I breathed out and closed the curtain. I put on the outfit she gave me. It was quite simple, it was a white blouse and this overall skirt thingy. I also put on the shoes of death. I opened the curtain and looked at myself in the long mirror. You know those clique anime outfits, yeah, I'm basically wearing that. Temari cracked a big smile, and then told me to give her some money, which I did reluctantly. She said to me, "I already bought it so now it's yours." I panicked I have to keep it now. I banged my head against the wall. I placed my old clothed in the bag Temari passed me. I struggled to walk at first, I looked at the shoes, they were heels. I know they make me taller and everything but they hurt my toes. Temari looked at me once again, "I've got to go, but you look nice, wear that tomorrow. Bye!" I was about to protest but she already left. I'll wear it if we have a written exam, but if we don't I'll have a change in my bag. 

I stumbled home.

-TimeSkip Brought To You By The Agony Of My Pinkie Toe-

I was woken abruptly by an unfamiliar voice, "Miss, you have to wake up." I opened my eyes and saw a woman in her late twenties, she had honeycomb hair and kind eyes. I hoisted myself on to my elbows and looked at my clock. It's 4 am. 4 am. 4 AM?! I snapped my head to the woman, "Good morning, but why do I have to make up?" She smiled at me, "Miss Hoshi wanted me to give you this letter." I watched her retreating figure leave my house. How the frick did she get in. I yawned and opened the letter. 

Dear Miyako,

Make me breakfast.

From Aina

How kind, I thought. I placed the letter down. She doesn't hesitate to make me do stuff does she? I did my daily stretches then brushed my teeth and hair. Putting my hair into its normal hair style, I thought to my self, 'Where the fudge does she live?' I put my clothes on that me and Temari got yesterday. I picked the letter up and turned it over, on the back it said her address.

Third Person POV

Miyako walked along the cold streets, regretting her decision to not put a coat on. She was unaware of the sea-green eyes watching her from a hotel roof. The insomniac was curious as to where someone would go at this time in the morning.

Miyako sheepishly knocked on the door, the same woman who woke her up earlier opened the door. "What does she eat?" Miyako asked. The lady smiled and replied, "Pancakes, I'm Ruby." Miyako smiled at the name, it was quite uncommon (A/N: I cba to find another name.) Miyako was lead to the kitchen by Ruby.

Miyako made the pancakes and gave them to Aina. After she made her way home. Once back in the warmth of her own home, she took a nap on her sofa, after all 4 am was too earlier for our main protagonist to function. 



Hey guys, happy new year, its still the 1st here, it might not be in other places, and if you're one of those places, urm, sorry. I hope 2017 is better, because personally that year was a stack of shit. So raise a glass, or phone, or anything to 2018, and the hope its much better. Oh yeah, sorry for my hamilton and bmc references, couldn't help myself :P. Have a nice day or night and I hope you have a good 2018, I hope.


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