Creepy Boys You're Just My Style

Memories

"IM HERE!" I yell as I pull a small suitcase behind me. I threw my laptop, some spare clothes, money and my school uniform. I close the door behind myself and look to see where Misas kitchen is. I find her making some sandwiches for the both of us.

"Sorry bout the crappy lunch. I haven't finished everything in here"

"Nah its fine, need me to help with anything?"

"Yeah sure. Can you take your stuff to your room, second door on the left and grab my stereo from in there. Its kinda a mess, I'll sort it put later."

"Sure thing"

I go in the direction that Misa led me in to find a blue room with boxes everywhere. I throw my case on the black duvet cover and try and look for the stereo. I find it five minutes later under a box of shoes. I somehow drag the massive thing back to the kitchen and grab my new album. I put it in and begin to play Drag Me To The Grave. I mess up on most of the lyrics as I don't know it very well and begin to dance. Misa notices and decides to join in. We end up laughing out heads off until we get hungry and finish making the sandwiches. Then realizing half the house was still in boxes, we decided to carry on unpacking.

"Hey Hunter-chan? Come and have a look at this." I see her on her knees in her room. I kneel down next to her and see her holding a photo in her hand of us two at the contest. Yeah, yeah I know I said I hate them, but this was years ago.

*flash back before Misa was famous*

*Misa's POV*

"AND UP NEXT WE HAVE MR HUNTER YOKOYAMA!" the presenter announced.

I see a girl, about eleven years old, walk onto the stage with an electric guitar slung over her shoulder. Her head is down and she looks embarrassed. Tapping the presenter on the arm, he bends down and she whispers something in his ear.

"My apologies! Miss Hunter Yokoyama will now be playing the guitar for us!" He corrects himself as the crowd begins to clap for her. Once the room is silent, she pulls a pick out of her pocket and begins to play.

Her fingers flow over the strings with ease, not making a single mistake. The noise, blares through the hall from the speakers which are connected to her guitar. The music she chose isn't like what I thought kids her age were into. It was loud, sharp and harsh, yet beautiful. She bends down slightly, her left leg higher than the right, leaning back like a rock star would. Her hair falls in front of her face and she flips her head, her locks shimmering in the spotlights. I see her face. Her brown eyes. Her pink lips. Her pale face. SHES SO KAWAII! I'll have to talk to her later. Three minutes after she had started, she finished. The crowd remained silent in awe at her talent. Finally a boy, not much older than her and a woman sitting next to him stood up and began to applaud her. I see their faces and noticed a similarity between the three of them. Family maybe? The rest of the crowd joins in and after forty second of clapping, she walks off stage, towards me.

She ignores my presence and pushed straight past me. I look up and see the presenter staring at me. I didn't even realize he has already introduced me. I run onto the stage and put my hand on the microphone. I begin to sing some song I wrote a while back. I get lost in the music and forget I'm there. Once I finish I open my eyes to see the crowd applauding me. I smile, wave then run off backstage.

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"LOOKS LIKE WE'VE GOT A TIE PEOPLE! IN FIRST PLACE....AMANE MISA AND YOKOYAMA HUNTER!!!!!!"

I look at the stage in awe. I won? Well I half won. I run on in a fangirly fit and hug Hunter. She is shocked at first, as she doesn't even know who I am but she hugs me back and shakes my hand. Later on we end up posing for a photographer for a local news paper.

"Hunter!" I yell after the small brunette. She turns around and looks up at me. "I just wanted to say you were pretty awesome out there. Wanna meet up sometime soon?"

She looks at me with a questioning look and finally nods. I get her number and text her that night. We've been best friends since.

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*end of flash back*

*Hunter's POV*

I see her holding a ripped up article from a newspaper from when I was a kid. The day I met Misa. I'm glad I did, she helped me when school became dark when I was fourteen and fifteen. If it wasn't for her, I would most likely be dead. I hug her and we start to remember all the tines we've had together, chatting over the failed relationships, awards and school.

I go to my room and clear a path to my bed later on. I pull my laptop out of my case and find the nearest plug socket. Thank God there's one right next to my bed. I plug it in and log onto Tumblr and stay on there til I end up falling asleep with it on my lap.

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I have a cold so my brain isn't functioning well -_- anyway, ignore everything that @highonpocky is saying she's trying to annoy me XD Bye! The detailed pic of Hunter is by @keitorin and the small crappy one is mine btw and that's also the Samezuka girls uniform. And if you're wondering why her hair is stripped, she gets coontails later but I cba to draw a second picture of her with blue hair