SO TELL ME, are you a shooting star? (o)

[EMIKO TANAKA ST. CLAIRE.]

(YOU WERE A PROBLEM CHILD!

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it stumbling but yeah, you're still looking hella fine[/i][/size][/font]
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"So tell me, does the wind sweep you off your feet?"

She tapped her fingers against the counter impatiently, waiting for her venti mocha latte with three shots. How irritating it was to have to wait for a simple drink in the store for so long. Incoherent curse words under her breath as she only stared ahead bitterly, her expression never changing. How irritating these people were! Especially the one in the back who continued staring at her ass. She could tell without looking. His gaze was boring into her skin. Her manicured nails continued tapping, muttering to herself as she only waited. Oh there we go. She reached out for the drink, clasping her fingers around the paper cup. Much better.

Her heels clacked against the ground, feet carrying her off to the small table that she had personally reserved for herself. She did after all, have much better things to do than to wait for her coffee. "Took them long enough. Damn." She snorted, pulling out the metallic chair and scraping it against the tiled floor. A loud screech filled the room as the few other inhabitants of Starbucks tried to not acknowledge it.

Emiko plopped down, setting her cup on the mahogany table and opening up her laptop. Her fingers poised over the keys as she began to type quietly just as the others. She had always been a bit of a coffee junkie. It was just too good to deny. But then again, she was addicted to many things. Well maybe addicted was too strong of a word.

Brown hair curled and twisted around her finger, the bill of her cap facing the right of her head. Emiko had always had the habit of looking a bit strange out of the main people in the town. She had even managed to steal some jock's jacket, cut off most of the sleeves and made it into something she would wear with her normal clothes. A white shirt overlapping a black, multi-layered skirt and a pair of stockings underneath. Ultimately leading to a pair of bright, red high top converse.

She always loved to dress herself up to some extent.

Damn high school. Making her write all these damn papers when she needed a job to pay for her apartment. Well, then again. She could always work at Starbucks until college. Although. That alone was questionable. More or less, she'd probably find herself high off of coffee within a matter of hours. Splash!

Her eye twitched.

Someone just spilt her coffee. All over the table. And on her white shirt. And all over her clothes. Goddamn it! She paid three dollars for that damn drink! All gone! Her precious coffee. Even more so. Her laptop! And her clothes! Damn, this bastard better pay for every damn thing! Emiko took her jacket off, setting it on the floor and lifting her shirt up and over her head before throwing it on the ground and looking at the other.

Pah! How irritating! She would not be leaving on a higher note, that was for certain. "Hey! Why don't you watch where you're going, you fucking dumbass!" Quite the mouth on her, wasn't it? "You better fucking pay for all the crap you ruined! And buy me another damn coffee!" Such ladylike words.

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[IZUMI IAGO SNOW]

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LET ME HAVE A LITTLE PECK
IF YOU REALLY WANT TO GET ME
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Walking into Star bucks Izumi Snow parted his lips in aw. Every time he came in here the smell of coffee made him want to leap into the air for joy. He loved the smell, loved how it made him want to lose himself in dance. But that would be just weird. Licking his lips he headed to the counter and ordered a three sugar, three cream coffee. He was used to making his own coffee. But he payed for it and walked over to his own table. His back to the girl who had just walked in. Not even ten minutes later a shrill voice reached his ears.

"Hey! Why don't you watch where you're going, you fucking dumb-ass!" A boy in tight black pants and a black muscle shirt turned his glaze to see a girl, near naked, shouting. He licked his lips and grinned. "You better fucking pay for all the crap you ruined! And buy me another damn coffee!" He licked his lips once more before getting up. Phasing to wards the pissed off girl, he noticed her in a second, although she might not remember him, most certainly she should, that was his foot ball jacket.

He punched the man who had spilled the liquid on the girl when the boy stumbled off to get away from, the 6'2 tall sophomore, Izumi Snow turned to the girl. A mysterious grin on his face. "Hello, Love. I'll buy you another coffee." He gave her five crisp dollar bills and winked to her in way that suggested so much more then it meant. "Nice jacket, love. Snow eh? Sounds like a nice guy." He raised an eyebrow to scan the girl over. Her clothing would of been perfect before the coffee had dropped but he leaned in closer, giving the girl his best 'charming' smile before offering her his hand. "Common love, I won't take No for an answer."

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GIVE THE LOOK,
AND BABY I'LL BE THERE
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credit to ME and i like to say that this post was exactly, 348 and you should really just lay off of me EMIKO cause I don't care if your tagged. just so you know I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO PUT TOTALLY SORRY LILLY! so screw it if you don't understand my words!

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[EMIKO TANAKA ST. CLAIRE.]

(YOU WERE A PROBLEM CHILD!

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BEEN GROUNDED YOUR WHOLE LIFE SO NOW YOU RUNNING WILD PLAYING WITH THE GOOD GIRLS
NAW THAT AIN'T YOUR STYLE YOU THINK YOU'RE HOT SHIT AND I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE[/color][/font]
it stumbling but yeah, you're still looking hella fine[/i][/size][/font]
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To say that Emiko was pleased with the people in this damn joint would be wrong. So horribly, horribly wrong. Jeez! What dumbass couldn't tell that there was a table there. A freaking table! Now maybe she would have understood if the guy had bumped into her while she was still standing. But ohhhh no. No. No chance in fucking hell. He better have hoped to god that coffee stain would come out of her white shirt. It was her favorite, no less! Well. She may have owned thirty others. But who gave a damn! Huffy and irritated, she crossed her arms beneath her chest and pushed the twins upward.

How annoying. She didn't approve.

The edges of her lips twitched upward as she watched the man fall to the floor with some assistance by some other. Better. Now who did she have to thank? Emiko tilted her head up, blinking her brown eyes quietly and staring back at the sophomore. Well, well, well. Now who was this? Izumi Snow. In other words, the guy she had stolen the jacket from. Her lips spread wider, leaning forward on the palm of her right hand before taking the five dollars and shoving it into her off-white bra.

A soft laugh passed her lips. "Complimenting yourself? Aren't you a little conceited, Izumi?" She retorted, raising a slender eyebrow. Didn't he have quite an ego. She reached out, taking his hand quietly. Her hand felt so much smaller in comparison to his. "Well, I wasn't planning on it either." Quite the pair, weren't they? Attention whore? Maybe.

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[IZUMI IAGO SNOW]

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LET ME HAVE A LITTLE PECK
IF YOU REALLY WANT TO GET ME
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His mind had temperaly went back to his girl he had last night in his apartment. She was a beautiful blond, blue eyes, big boobs and a nice ass. His smile widden as he remembered the fight he got into that morning when the girl's boyfriend caught them. He snorted as he remembered how he had a nice bruise on his upper thigh and on his stomach. His face, thank god, was save from harm. Unless the fat ass that was on the ground wanted to fight. His frown grew just the slightest as he watched the boy lay motionless. Shit was he dead. A breath. Nope He was good. Turning back to Emiko he smirked again.

"Complimenting yourself? Aren't you a little conceited, Izumi?" Emiko spoke and Izumi's brow raised. His grin turned into a lop-sided smirk. "Well, I wasn't planning on it either."

[/b]At this Izumi brought Emiko's hand to his lips and raised a eyebrow in seduction. "Really, Emiko, I thought you loved me!" He pretended to be hurt, but his smirk was every lasting upon his face. Oh how he wished for a little female companmionship. He hadn't had any since, well yesterday!

Smirking, he walked over to his table, and flopped down. A smirk on his face as his feet came to rest on the chair. "I think this place needs to get better waiters, with uniforms." He winked at the female cashier, watching her turn a little red in the face before she turned away. Turning his striking blue eyes on to Emiko's brown ones, he gave her another wink. That bra was fitting of her. "So love, why is it that you get to go around wearing next to nothing and I ain;t aloud to take my pants off? It'd be the same, don't you think" He was sex driven asshole at the moment.

Plus the fact that he was staring at a girl in her bra, which was white and stained, wasn't helping either. Dropping his feet he leaned forward and looked at Emiko, doing a full scan of her person as the idiot who spilled the coffee on her ran off. More in likely to make her a new one. Izumi just caught a glimps of a red mark on the boy's face. Hell, Izumi was seventeen he was allowed to do that shit! Looking at Emiko, he raised a seductive brow and puckered his lips. "Where's my thank you?"
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GIVE THE LOOK,
AND BABY I'LL BE THERE
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credit to ME and i like to say that this post was exactly, 423 and you should really just lay off of me EMIKO cause I don't care if your tagged. just so you know TAKE THIS OR LEAVE IT ;]! so screw it if you don't understand my words!

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[EMIKO TANAKA ST. CLAIRE.]

(YOU WERE A PROBLEM CHILD!

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BEEN GROUNDED YOUR WHOLE LIFE SO NOW YOU RUNNING WILD PLAYING WITH THE GOOD GIRLS
NAW THAT AIN'T YOUR STYLE YOU THINK YOU'RE HOT SHIT AND I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE[/color][/font]
it stumbling but yeah, you're still looking hella fine[/i][/size][/font]
KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING ◄◄◄◄◄
( AND I'MMA MAKE YOU MINE ![/b][/color] )[/size][/font]
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Emiko always had quite a mouth on her.

She had a bad habit of mouthing off to people and getting herself into fights. This was not unusual for her to do, although she had really wanted to maybe pick a fight or something. Not that she would have lasted all too long. Emiko wasn't what you could call athletically gifted. Maybe she would have gotten a few punches in before breaking something in her pretty, little body. She only watched as the person got up and ran off to make her a new coffee. Fuck yes, he better make her a new one. Staining her clothes, even her bra. Damn. She'd have to go buy a new one later. Or better yet, convince Izumi to get her some new ones.

She merely rolled her eyes, watching him press his lips to her hand. "Oh my. Whatever made you think that, Zuzu?" Her lips twisted into a smirk that seemed all too familiar on her face. "You and I both know that we're only players. Not lovers." She followed him to the table, inviting herself to take a seat on his lap.

"Mm, comfy." She teased. Emiko only snorted, staring at the female waitress. "I agree. More testosterone than estrogen, PLEASE." She shifted comfortably on his lap, leaning up against his chest. Laziness compelled her to do anything but sit up. She shrugged, spreading her legs wider apart. "It's because I'm not exposing my genitals." She grinned, puffing out her chest with pride.

"Thems are just the twins. I was going to take my bra off too, but some people can just be such prudes. Dont' you agree?" She enjoyed running around naked. It was a nice breeze. She tapped her index finger to her lips, thinking about it quietly before leaning back onto the arm of the chair. She sat up then, pressing her forehead to his and whispering words only lovers did.

And then. She pinched his cheeks. "Here's your reward, punk! Trying to defend a big, strong girl like me when I can so obviously take care of myself." Her nails dug into his cheeks, pulling with all of her might. Oh Emiko.

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[IZUMI IAGO SNOW]

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LET ME HAVE A LITTLE PECK
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"oh my, whatever made you think that, zuzu?" he choked on his air, but refused to give up his smirk. "you and i both know that we're only players. not lovers."

[/s] he was about to retort when she invited himself onto her lap. his smirk grew wider. "aw, em-em. you know i take good care of my games right?" his hands fell to emiko's hips testing the waters as how far he'd be able to touch her in public. his smirk grew. oh boy was this funny. he never really gave a fuck to what he was doing, but he was being having caution. he knew he had to be careful. "mm, comfy." he heard her teasing tone, and grinned. "aww, love, your comment warmed my heart." he snorted in agreement to emiko's out burst of a statement.

he loved flirting, it was like his favorite pastime. if only their was a class on sex, or flirting, or just getting drunk, he'd pass with a big golden star and a 4++. god he loved it. smirking he lifted his head as she leaned into his chest. god he loved emiko. not in that i love you marry me kinda of way. just the way he got along with her. sex buddies and just, plain old good friends. "it's because i;m not exposing my genitals." he smirked. his eyes traveling around the starbucks which had strangely gone back to order. "i'll have you know that most girls love my genitals." he said winking at a girl over emiko's head, he watched the girl run off to order her coffee. flushed.

"thems are just the twins. i was going to take my bra off to, but some people can just be such prudes. don't you agree?" he snorted and nodded. "well when you take your bra off, i'll take my pants off. we can run down the street if you want?" his smirk grew as he pictured running down the street with the every so lovely emiko beside him. then again, he just laughed. it was deep and seductive as he stretched his arms over his head. when emiko placed her forehead to his he looked at her, a smirk on his face. his ears tingled.

when she pinched his cheek, he screwed up his face in disguise."here's your reward, punk! trying to defend a big, strong girl like me when i can so obviously take care of myself." her nails started to dig into his skin and he flinched slightly. "ahh, emiko, i know your a big, strong girl, but i need to show off my manly side too." he winked and let his hands rest, once again on her hips, a sly grin forming on his face, and that glint of evil in his eyes.
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GIVE THE LOOK,
AND BABY I'LL BE THERE
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credit to ME and i like to say that this post was exactly, 479 and you should really just lay off of me EMIKO cause I don't care if your tagged. just so you know TAKE THIS OR LEAVE IT ;]! so screw it if you don't understand my words!

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[EMIKO TANAKA ST. CLAIRE.]

(YOU WERE A PROBLEM CHILD!

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BEEN GROUNDED YOUR WHOLE LIFE SO NOW YOU RUNNING WILD PLAYING WITH THE GOOD GIRLS
NAW THAT AIN'T YOUR STYLE YOU THINK YOU'RE HOT SHIT AND I LOVE IT I LOVE IT I LOVE[/color][/font]
it stumbling but yeah, you're still looking hella fine[/i][/size][/font]
KEEP DOING WHAT YOU'RE DOING ◄◄◄◄◄
( AND I'MMA MAKE YOU MINE ![/b][/color] )[/size][/font]
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Maybe Emiko should have watched what she was doing. Right, just say no kids. That was what they were taught.

Shame she never really was good at listening to directions. Emiko only shrugged, her smile resemblant to a Cheshire cat. "I wouldn't say that necessarily." She tapped her lips gently. "As I recall we went straight to the bed. Not even so much as a thank you, Zuzu." Indeed, how very rude. He didn't even manage a thank you for her lovely efforts! Tsk, tsk. She got her mouth dirty for nothing at all.

Emiko made no move to relocate his hands. It was nothing entirely new to her after all. Nothing strange, nothing odd. It was quite comfortable actually now that she thought about it. She shifted in his lap, testing the waters for herself. She rested the palm of her hand on his chest, drawing figure eights in idle amusement. "Oh of course. I aim to please, my dear."

Was it odd that she was only sixteen and she referred to people as 'dear'? Eh, maybe.

Everyone had their talents. Emiko's just happened to lie in flirting and blowing a guy's brains out. She was pretty sure if there was a class for flirting and things of that like, she would had passed no problem. After all, she did most of that on a daily basis. To say that they were good friends wouldn't be completely accurate. After all. What friends slept with each other?

Well. Apparently Emiko and Izumi. Oh well.

She had always been one to walk on the wilder side of things. "I wasn't saying that I didn't." She only smirked. "I'm just pretty sure that most people wouldn't care to see what seperates your gender from mine." Truthfully, she wouldn't have minded partially streaking down the corner. But there was always someone who ended up reporting them and well. That was never pretty.

She tugged on his cheeks a bit more before letting go finally and relaxing back into her temporary seat. "What manly side?" She just had to call him out on it after all.

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