| Fan Fiction |
by Hibiscus
“Shh! If Mina hears she’ll demand I introduce her to each and every one of them!” Ariel gestured for Rosa to keep her voice down.
“And what’s wrong with introducing her to them?” Patience folded her hands and defended Mina.
“I’m not certain they are good people, Patch.” Ariel replied, pouring tea from the Kettle.
“Hmm.” Ceci buttered some toast and looked over at Ariel. “You are teaching them for two weeks and they are paying you this much?”
“Yep.” Ariel grinned.
“And you spent a lot of time with Arron?” Rosalinda asked, stars brightening in her eyes.
“Yeah, he’s...interesting.” Ariel bit into her own toast, enjoying the rich taste of butter and jam exploding on her tongue.
“Who’s next?” Patience asked curiously.
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Ariel stood outside on the curb waiting for Jiro. He was late and Ariel wasn’t pleased. Rosalinda stood besides her keeping her company. Ariel looked grumpy. She wasn’t in a good mood, a mood that wasn’t getting any better as the seconds passed and Jiro was nowhere to be seen.
“You got a D in math?” Rosa exclaimed.
Ariel grimaced. “I hate math.”
“You ace Physics but you flunk math. You are such a strange girl.”
“Hmph. I’m just too smart for math.”
“Right.”
Ten minutes later, Jiro roared up in his fancy silver BMW, garnering interested looks from passing students.
Ariel deliberately turned her back to him, talking animatedly to Rosa about inconsequential things while Jiro rolled down his window and tried to get her attention. Finally, frustrated, he got out of his car (hobo getup in place) and stomped over to Ariel. “Hey!” He started with a yell. Ariel and Rosa finally turned to look at him.
At the sight of Rosa, Jiro’s angry words died on his lips and he gaped at her wordlessly. Rosa looked back at him in a polite, disinterested manner. After a silent minute of staring, Ariel trod on Jiro’s foot “accidentally” causing him to stumble. He dropped his keys and Ariel, quick as a fox, scooped them up.
Leaving him to stare at Rosa, Ariel walked over to his car, got into the driver’s seat, put on the seat belt and turned the key in the ignition. As the engine came to life, Jiro’s head whipped around to his precious car.
“What the hell are you doing?” He yelled abandoning his amorous intent and stalking over to the car.
“Should we go to an eye doctor? You seem to have trouble seeing.” Ariel said sweetly.
“This is MY car!” Jiro began heatedly.
“I never said it wasn’t.” Ariel replied. Jiro stopped yelling, the wind taken out of his sails. “I’m just driving it today.”
“Like hell you are! Get out right now!”
“Let me think about it...hmm…yeah, no.” Ariel positively beamed.
“I’ll report you to the police!” Jiro nodded, looking smug.
“Go ahead. But remember, it will take them a while to catch me and oh the damage I could do to this sweet baby by then…” Ariel stroked the upholstery.
Jiro blanched. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh wouldn’t I?” Ariel’s eyes narrowed and her smile grew lethal. “Are you getting in or am I going on a joyride?”
Jiro got in hurriedly, giving her death glares all the while.
“Put your seat belt on. Bye Rosa!” And Ariel tore out of the parking lot.
Twelve Minutes Later…
“Slow down!” Jiro cried, clutching the sides of the seat for dear life.
Ariel turned to him and said in a puzzled tone, “100 km/h IS slow, Romeo!”
They finally arrived at a farm on the outskirts of the city. Ariel parked and they sat in the car a while, mostly to let Jiro get his breath back.
“Why are we here?” Jiro looked around.
“In English please.” Ariel said all professionally.
Jiro repeated his question in English albeit a bit grudgingly.
“I have to collect soil samples for a Biology assignment and I thought I could teach you while I was doing that. Besides, I needed transportation but let’s not focus on that. So see, marvelous woman that I am, I’m multi tasking perfectly. Aren’t I amazing? Yes, don’t answer that, I know I am.”
Jiro rolled his eyes and wisely refrained from commenting.
“So I’m supposed to accompany you while you muck through the mud?” Jiro said in disbelief.
“Word.” Ariel nodded.
“What word?”
Ariel smirked. Jiro looked at his watch. “I have a date in three hours; will we get back by then?”
“Fo sho.” Ariel replied leading the way to the farmhouse.
“Four show? I don’t have any shows scheduled.” Jiro looked puzzled.
“No, it doesn’t mean four shows, Romeo, it means-”
Jiro cut her off. “I know! It’s a kind of food, right? It is what you are making me later? Does it have oil in it? Cuz I don’t like greasy stuff too much. It’s bad for my skin, you know. And I have to maintain good skin cuz-”
Ariel sighed loudly, interrupting his ramblings. Just then the farmer’s wife came and effectively curtailed any more lengthy monologues.
After getting permission from her, Ariel led Jiro off to a field. Jiro suddenly stopped in his tracks with a look of abject terror on his face.
“What now?” Ariel said impatiently, poking him on the back to get him to move.
“C-C-Cows.” Jiro stuttered.
“Yeah, what about them?” Ariel frowned. Then her expression cleared. “You are scared of cows?”
“They are evil beasts, no monsters, they are Satan’s beasts!” Jiro announced firmly.
“Which are at least 500 meters away! Move you big chicken!” Ariel prodded him until he moved fearfully into the field.
They started collecting soil samples when one of the more curious members of the bovine family wandered over to Jiro, probably attracted by his shiny leather jacket.
Jiro screamed a high pitched scream and started to back away, not looking where he was going, he slipped on a patch of cow dung. He ended up sprawled face up in the dung. The little cow came over and started sniffing Jiro’s face. Jiro started praying. Then losing interest, the little cow licked Jiro’s cheek and wandered away.
“Ariel, help!” Jiro cried. Ariel had been on the side doubling over in laughter at the spectacle unfolding in front of her eyes.
“You will have to make me fosho to cheer me up now,” Jiro said mournfully.
“Word.” Ariel said between bouts of gasping laughter.
“WHAT WORD, DAMNIT!” Jiro, frustrated beyond anything, yelled.
Later…
Because Jiro refused to into the car wearing his soiled clothed for fear of ruining the upholstery, they had to borrow the farmer’s wife’s clothes.
“Why can’t I wear the guy’s clothes?” Jiro said looking in horror at the clothes being offered to him.
“He only has one pair and he’s wearing it.” Truthfully, Ariel hadn’t even asked for the farmer’s clothes. “Put it on, you will look good.”
“NO!” Jiro crossed his arms and looked stubborn.
“Whatever then. It is YOUR car!” Ariel nodded sympathetically.
“Oh shit. I will wear this but if you tell anyone else, I will kill you.” Jiro said looking dangerous.
“You can try.” Ariel said turning away as Jiro changed.
“I’m done.” He said in a sulky voice. “If you laugh, you die.”
Ariel turned back to him and had to pinch herself hard to stop her laughter from escaping. She gave him an appraising look. He was dressed in a dress that greatly resembled a Mumu. It was bright yellow with red flowers painted garishly on it.
Ariel, with considerably difficulty, maintained a solemn face and said, “I’d hit it.”
Jiro scowled. Watching him walk to the car undid Ariel. She laughed all the way to the house.
As they turned into the driveway, Jiro clutched her arm and said in a forceful voice, “Here’s what we do. I park the car and you run to the door and open it. Then I run as fast as the wind and no one sees me. Do it, you obnoxious creature!”
Ariel blew him a kiss and walked over to the door. She rang the bell and Arron opened it immediately. Arron grabbed Ariel’s hand and Jiro streaked by, a blur of yellow.
“Why is Jiro wearing a dress?” Arron looked at Ariel with clear eyes.
“How would I know, he’s your friend.” Ariel smiled right back at him.
“Whatever. Come on, I need to talk to you.” He grabbed her arm.
“Where?”
“To my room.”
“Why do I need to go to your room?”
“Cuz I need to tell you something.”
“Why can’t you tell me here?”
“Because.”
Arron dragged Ariel up the stairs and into his room.
“Don’t close the door.” Ariel told him.
“Why not?”
“Cuz I said so.”
Now that she was in his room, Arron didn’t seem to know what to say. Finally he turned to Ariel and gave her a look.
“Uh oh.” Ariel said.
“What?”
“You are giving me this look which gives me this really annoying nauseous feeling in my stomach which tells me that I am not going to like whatever you are going to say to me.”
“You think too much.” Arron said. “You are going to be thrilled with whatever I have to say.”
“Yeah, um, I doubt that.” Ariel replied.
“Well...I…” Arron shuffled his feet.
Just then Chun passed by in the hallway. Noticing Ariel he stopped and leaned against the doorframe.
“Dude, do me a favour. If any of my other bitches turn up, tell them I’m busy with Jessica.” He nodded to the doe eyed girl glued to his side.
“Whore.” Ariel muttered. The girl, intoxicated as she with desire, didn’t fail to hear the slur. Drawing herself to her full height she glared daggers at Ariel and said, “Excuse me?”
“No, I meant him.” Ariel nodded at Chun.
Arron, irritated by the interruption, went up and closed the door on Chun and Jessica’s face.
“Now where were we?” He turned to Ariel.
“You were giving me looks that made me uncomfortable.” Ariel said flopping down on Arron’s bed.
“I like you.” Arron said smiling proudly.
“Oh. Cool.” Ariel propped herself up on her elbows.
“Cool? So you are my girlfriend now?” Arron cocked his head.
“Girlfriend? No way.” Ariel blinked at Arron.
“You said cool.”
“I know I did.”
“That means…”
“No it doesn’t. It means cool, you like me, good for you.”
“Don’t you have anything else to say?” Arron pouted.
“Oh…hmmm, do you have any food here?”
“No.”
“Okay then I’m going home.”
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Author's note: Hehe. What did you think? I *think* that considering the length of these chapters, the story will end up having about 40 chapters at the most. And 30 at the least. There are THREE parts to the story and we are fast nearing the end of the fast part. Ah, 5 year old baby here.