THE FOUR LOVERS: INTERIM
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The four boys came in as a set--paired to
get through the doorway, silent until they
reached their spot in the back of the room.
They were juniors, in the upper levels of the
high school echelon, and looking forward to
graduating. They were also fairly used to
the school routine, and one of their favorite
conversation topics was WACKY things to do to
relieve their boredom.
However, this week, Mr. Niendor had done it
for them. He'd called an early meeting of
the Japanese club, making them get there at
6:45. All were slightly cranky to be up so
early, but they held it in; what was the
point of getting mad? Besides, they had more
important things to talk about.
"You still getting those phone calls?" one
asked, his grey eyes stern yet soft. He was
their newest member, and the oldest at 17.
"Habla en japon," replied the thin, blond
one who wore his hair slightly longer than
most cared for. He usually pulled the curls
back in a sort of ponytail, with enough
hanging down to surrond and cushion his face.
He, like the four of them, was an "honors"
student of Japanese; he also took Spanish and
knew a little German, adding these to his
many areas of study. He liked to be in
books, but he was also a decent listener and
good cook.
"Speak in Japanese?"
"Si."
"Sorry," he added, turning to the other
blond in the group. He was taller, and while
his blond hair had a curl, he preferred it
short, almost cropped. He was an easy going
guy, preferring low maintainence looks;
mostly because he put most of his time in
studies, sports, and women. And he had an
easy time with all three; he was just born
with such an easy going style that it all
was...well, EASY. It was to him that he'd
addressed his question, and who answered him
now.
"Yep. I barely checked my mail last night
before my mom rushed in and ordered me off.
She ended up on the phone for half the
night!" he replied, voice gruff.
"Know what it was about?" asked the last man
of the group. His auburn hair was short and
still managed to wave, despite the fact that
it barely hit his collar. However, a strand
of it always seemed to run across his
forehead, the slender hair shadowing his deep
brown eyes. He seemed serious, and could be
DEEPLY intellectual when he wanted to--if he
wanted to. Usually, though, he was more fun
loving, often cruising around with...
His thoughts--all their thoughts--were
interupted by the sudden entrance of Mr.
Niendor He called them to attention, and
they took role; only a couple were missing.
It was then that he smiled, and said in
English, "As most of you know, I usually
don't call meetings this early in the
morning. However, I have a special
announcement."
With this, he waved to the door, and in
shuffled a dark haired women and a small,
nearly hidden girl, whose face and upper body
were shrouded in shadow. However, quite
suddenly, a tinge streaked through the four
boys; they exchanged glances, they turned
attentive eyes back to their teacher.
"I am Mrs. Youm," said the brown haired
lady. She slightly pushed the girl into the
light, and their eyes narrowed at her long
hair that streamed down her back, and her
soft blue eyes, and the sudden presence she
seemed to exude. Quickly, they tuned in the
lady once more.
"...and this is your exchange student,
Serena Tsukino."
A sudden shock ran up their spines, and they
exchanged glances once more.
they seemed to ask each other.
But those were questions they couldn't
answer.
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