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Cph 1 -A Lovely Day in a Lovely Neighborhood

"Wheee!"I said, rushing down the slide with my best friend Atsushi Otani by my side. "Let's go again, Risa," he said. "Fine… but this time, you're coming to my house after. And you can sleep over. Oh, it'll be perfect. I'll get mom to make okinomiyaki. What could be better than that?"I asked. "Well… My mom's sushi is legendary…" Atsushi began. "Then we can go to your place tomorrow. For now, you're coming with me, and your taste buds are going to experience a wonder like nothing else," I said, smiling. Atsushi smiled back at me

(One year later)

Wow. It's hard to believe how close Otani and I have become. It's like we do everything together. Like this morning, he showed up at my door and we ate breakfast together while finishing Calc homework. And yesterday, when he came over and helped me with microbiology. Derivatives and Otani…Otani and derivatives… What could be more perfect than that? Maybe some conic functions would do the trick?

I went to my room and found a picture of Atsushi and me on my dresser. His hair looked so soft. And his eyes… Wow. I just wish I had seen it earlier, and I wouldn't have any other rivals to deal with. Like there's Sara. And Riya, and Motoko. All of them, trying to get their filthy little hands on my Otani. But today's the day. Today's the day I'll win him over for sure. No matter what, I'll never let those girls touch my Otani. Not as long as blood runs through my veins.

I looked at my pocket. Something was vibrating. I hope it wasn't one of those annoying telemarketers who try to get you to do something or buy their product. I really despise them. Almost as much as Disney. Although Disney is definitely worse. It was Otani. Calling me at this hour is odd. He's usually eating lunch by now. Or having the moves put on him by some whorish mongrel. Usually the latter.

"Hey, Atsushi 3 How are you?" I politely asked. Because I'm not like some women who try to have their way with every cute guy who comes walking down the street. "Oh, I'm doing great, Risa. Thanks for asking. Hey, um, I was ,um, wondering if you wanted to, um, go have lunch together, say, right now?!" he asked. That voice. Either he's getting beaten up, or frightened by a girl coming onto him. That's great. It means he values me as a friend enough to call me. And if you've ever read a fanfiction, you know that when a guy and a girl are really good friends, they turn into boyfriend and girlfriend. Or a movie. Although that isn't necessarily true in real life. And it'd be the perfect time to tell him I love him.

"Oh, well, uh, sure. You know, I really don't have anything better to do. So I could head over and we could grab a bite to eat. I'm cool with that. But where are you is the real question here," I said. "Where do you think? My new college roommate from America, Ronald, dragged my ass here to check out girls. And it's working a little too well, if you ask me," he said. Ah, the pool. Where every girl has the perfect opportunity to seduce the men of their choice with their bodies. Good times, good times, least until everyone else showed up. Oh, well, getting everything you want in life would be boring as hell, now wouldn't it? I'd should hurry before his teenage hormones kick in and it's all over for me. 90 miles an hour down highway 121! I can't wait.

Can you?