FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 28 2007

Sara: Monday is my birthday!! I’ll be 13 and finally be able to join You’ve been apart of this website for over 4 years…

Sara: Officials stare at her) Err… um… HE DID IT! (Points to Rane and runs away)

Rane: What’d I do? (Officials tackle him)

Sara: (Throws metal bat over to Officials)

Officials: (Beat Rane with metal bat)

Rane: Start the story so it’ll all be over!! (Sobs)

Sara: (Sighs) FINE. I don’t own –

Rane: We don’t have time for the disclaimer!! Start the story! (Is hit on head by metal bat)

Sara: (Blinks) Impatient, aren’t we?

Rane: (Its knocked unconscious)

Sara: Review!

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“Hey Raimundo, its Larry.” Raimundo furrowed is eyebrows.

“Who?”

“Larry, you’re agent. I have a job for you.” Raimundo’s eyes flashed surprise as he clutched the phone tighter.

“Dude, that’s awesome! What is it?” He asked eagerly.

“A commercial!” Larry replied with equal enthusiasm. “The audition is this Thursday.” Raimundo immediately spun around towards Kimiko. His put his hand over the phone.

“A commercial Kim! Isn’t that great?” Kimiko nodded nonchalantly as she scribbled multiple things onto a tiny piece of paper. Raimundo ignored her and continued talking to Larry. “So how much am I getting paid?”

Larry laughed. “Eager little badger, aren’t you?” he smiled. “First let’s see if you get the part, okay bud?” Raimundo sighed.

“Thursday, you said? What time?” he asked.

“I’ll send over the information as soon as possible, ‘Kay bud?” Raimundo nodded.

“Yeah, sure. Talk to you soon.” Larry hung up. Raimundo placed the phone back onto the hook and turned to his roommate. “So I have an audition this Thursday. Larry said he would send the information for it soon.”

“Uh-huh.” Kimiko got up from her seat and pushed in her chair. “Okay, listen Rai; today we’re going out to the store to buy some groceries.” Raimundo blinked.

“But how are you going to-”

“Credit Card!” She held up a shiny, silvery card.

“But…”

“Savings account. Those 15 years of my life didn’t go to waste, you know.” She gave him a toothy smile. Raimundo plopped down onto the couch and pretended to nod with understanding.

Of course, he couldn’t care less. “Raimundo is hungry. Pretty girl pays for food.” That’s all the information he needs to know.

“Anyway Rai…” she looked him up and down, her eyes showing disapproval. “We’re going out in public and I can’t have you walking down the streets looking like that.” Raimundo frowned and examined his clothing.

He was wearing his clothes from yesterday, not bothering to change he was so tired (from playing with Kimiko’s toiletries). Under his nails was dirt and a filthy band-aid was attempting to escape from his toe and thumb. “Before we go I want you to take a quick shower and put on a clean set of clothing. I put fresh towels and shampoo in the bathroom across from your room.”

Raimundo sighed. “Okay, okay.” He walked over to the alleged bathroom, lazily dragging his feet. Kimiko overlooked his behavior and entered her own lavatory. She had taken a shower the night before so there was no need to take one this morning.

Across the hall she saw the shadow of her roommate stripping under the door. She watched him open up the door to the shower and climb in, the hot water at full blast. Kimiko smiled maliciously and slowly made her way to the toilet…

“FUCK!” She heard him scream. “Cold, cold, cold, cold!” She heard the water turn off and his squeaky feet slipping and sliding in the tub. Kimiko was grinning ear-to-ear until she hard a yell and a crash.

“Owww.” The brunette whined his stomach on the floor and his body twisted around so his bottom was still in the shower. A towel was sloppily wrapped around his lower half, which on some parts was bleeding.

Kimiko hand flew to her mouth. “Shit.” She ran to her roommate and quickly tightened the towel around his waist before she did anything else. “Are you alright, Rai?” Raimundo nodded weakly, trying to get up.

He groaned loudly as Kimiko held his arm and helped him stand completely. When she examined him to make sure he was fine she let out a large gasp. “Your leg!” the amount of blood was enough to make her faint.

There was a metal rim around the bathtub to make the doors to the shower slide open and closed. Apparently when Raimundo fell, his leg was scratched up really badly. He had a large gash on his right leg, blood flowing out like a waterfall.

The air hit the wound like a thousand knives. The seething pain was enough to make the teenager tumble back onto the floor. Kimiko leaped over him and went into the cabinet, taking out a couple of towels. She wrapped them around the wound snugly, watching crimson seep through her father’s clean linens.

Kimiko put her friends arm around her neck and carried him to his room. “You can get dressed on your own, right?” She asked. He nodded and Kimiko closed the door gently. As she walked away she couldn’t help feeling a pang of guilt.

You just hit the toilet handle, Kim. She told herself. It’s not your fault he’s got the coordination of a mentally disabled rabbit.

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Raimundo grudgingly walked out of his room, his dignity failing to be intact. “What,” he gestured to his outfit. “Is this?” Kimiko turned around and squealed with delight.

“You found them!” She smiled. “I was hoping you would wear what I picked out for you!” Raimundo scowled.

“My closet was stuck. I had to wear this.” He glared at her and then his clothing. He wore a pair of white loafers, white pants, a bright pink shirt and a sewed on white sweater around his neck. “I look like a preppy golfer.” Kimiko raised her eyebrows.

“I think you look cute!” She smiled. She took his shoulders and led him to the kitchen, where one of the walls was just a giant mirror. “I could just eat you up, you look so adorable!” she cooed.

“Yes, well, despite what you think I don’t want to get eaten!” he tried to rip off the white sweater, but to no avail. “You suck, Kimiko.” He stated bluntly. The Japanese girl just smiled brightly, dragging her roommate through the door and taking her purse and shopping list on their way out.

In the hallway Kimiko took her time to adjust Raimundo’s shirt. “Get off.” He growled. Kimiko gave the top one last tug before she took his hand and led him down the hall.

“There is an emergency room across the street from our apartment building.” She told him. “Let’s get there first so you won’t have those bulging towels making you look like an idiot.” Raimundo frowned and looked down at his leg. It appears that the young man only worked his lower right leg when exercising.

They duo made their way to the elevator. Kimiko pressed the bottom button for the lobby. They were on the fourth floor and the elevator went annoyingly slow.

“Do you hear something?” Raimundo asked. Kimiko nodded. She turned around to see a large, ugly girl breathing down Raimundo’s neck while staring at his ass. Raimundo slowly turned his head around. “AH!” he jumped back into the wall of the elevator.

“Hi.” Her voice having a very heavy lisp. She sniffed while adjusting her glasses, which were bandaged heavily with tape. “I’m Gretchen.” She introduced herself. Raimundo waved warily.

“Hi…” He inched away from the girl slowly and towards Kimiko. “How much more time until we’re in the lobby?” He asked through the side of his mouth. Kimiko glanced at the top of the elevator, which told them which floor they were on.

“One more floor.” She whispered to him, relieved. Raimundo looked back once more to look at the girl, only to bonk her forehead with his own. Kimiko’s hand flew to her mouth as she tried to hold back the laughter.

Raimundo rubbed his temples and got up from the ground. A hand was offered to him and he took it gratefully only to realize it was Gretchen’s hand. At that moment the elevator rang and the couple raced out into the lobby.

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There was white and pink everywhere. There were pink and white paintings, flowers, medicine, lollipops. The last thing Raimundo needed was to blend in. He and Kimiko spotted the line which only consisted of one person who looked remarkably familiar, who had flaming red hair and a flowing black cloak.

“Is that…?” Raimundo scratched his head. “That can’t be Jack, right?” The man turned around, revealing a Darth Vader mask on his head. Kimiko raised her eyebrow.

“Although I would not be surprised, let’s leave him alone. Jack has no reason to be in Beverly Hills. I mean, there isn’t any Wu here.” Raimundo nodded and sighed.

“Whatever.” The young man left the room and they were next in line.

“Hey there.” Kimiko greeted the man at the desk. “My friend here,” she gestured towards Raimundo. “Has his leg scratched up pretty badly. Would you happen to have some bandages we could use?” The man’s eyes travelled to Raimundo’s leg.

“If you would, sir, can I see the wound?” Raimundo plopped down on a pink and white bench and lifted up his pant leg. He unwrapped the towels, revealing his injury. The man whistled. Although the towels had dried up most of the blood, his leg didn’t look much more attractive.

“If you could bring your friend in the next room for only a second, ma’am, we will bandage him up and prevent any infections.” Kimiko detected a heavy Texan accent she hadn’t noticed before. “If you could follow me, sir…” He took Raimundo by the arm and led him into another room.

Kimiko watched her friend disappear into a pink door. She sat down on a bench and picked up a magazine from a pile that sat beside her. “Ooh! Vogue!” She opened up the magazine and began to read, her eyes carefully examining each and every feminine advertisement.

About 10 minutes later Raimundo and the young man emerged from the room. “Feel better, Rai?” She asked him. Her friend nodded.

“Yeah.” Before they left he gave the guy a quick boyish handshake. “Thanks man.” He nodded.

“No problem, dude.”

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Kimiko pulled out a shopping cart and headed through the automated doors. Raimundo walked along with her as they approached the aisles.

They walked along, Raimundo eying everything. After a couple of seconds he picked up a bottle of shampoo. “Can we get this, Kim?” Kimiko took the bottle from him and read it aloud.

“Pantene Pro-V Shampoo.” She raised her eyebrow. “What makes this shampoo so special?” She asked him.

“It makes your hair shiny!” he smiled brightly. “I mean, look at my hair? Isn’t it so dull?” he took his head and shoved it in Kimiko’s face. The sheen of his hair that bounced off of the lights was enough to blind her.

“We already have Shampoo.” She stated, placing it back onto the shelves. Kimiko continued to walk down the aisle, examining the products. Raimundo quickly took the shampoo off the shelf and threw it into the cart when she wasn’t looking.

Kimiko took a couple of bottles of hairspray off the shelf and put them into the cart, along with body wash and deodorant. While she did that Raimundo spotted another thing on the shelf that he desired.

Kimiko turned around to see Raimundo examining a black bottle. “What’s that?” She walked over to him and peered over his shoulder to see the label. “Tag body spray.” She eyed him. “Why do you need that? You smell fine.” Raimundo looked back at her.

“No, you don’t get it. You have to see the commercials for this stuff.” He sprayed a lot of it onto his neck and both wrists. “Watch.” He approached a fairly attractive blonde and looked her up and down. “Hey baby. What’s up?” The girl sniffed the air for a moment and shuddered; she quickly walked away from him.

“That’s a total chick magnet.” Kimiko observed as she took a bottle of it off the shelf. “Let’s get it.” Raimundo glared at her and put it back onto the shelf.

The couple approached the dairy aisle. Kimiko looked at Raimundo. “Do we have milk?” She asked him.

“I don’t know. Let’s get some anyway though.” He suggested.

“But what if we do have milk? I don’t want too much milk!” Raimundo sighed.

“Then let’s not get any.” Raimundo began to walk away from the aisle.

“And if we don’t have any? Then we’ll have NO milk!” Kimiko reached for a carton of milk and almost put it into the cart, and then put it back on the shelf. She took it again, not able to decide what to do. Raimundo, getting frustrated, stole the milk from her and threw it into the cart.

Kimiko sauntered over to the cosmetics, Raimundo following her. She picked up a brush and took a little blush from the samples. She spun towards the young man she was with and dabbed a little onto his cheeks.

“You have about the same complexion as me.” She noted as she continued to decorate his face with rosy colors and cover-up. “You would look great with a baby-blue eye shadow…” Raimundo whacked the lipsticks and brushes out of Kimiko’s possession.

“I’m not wearing make-up.” He told her as he walked away.

“But Rai!” She whined as she chased after him. “You have to look good to get a part in that commercial!” Her friend ignored her words. “Raimundo! Come back!”

Eventually she caught up to him in the pasta and bread aisle. “Let’s get some ramen.” He told her, picking up a 12-pack of Ramen for a dollar.

“A dollar, huh?” She took five of the ramen packs and threw them into the cart. She left the cart and wandered the aisle, looking for bread. Raimundo eyed the cart, not sure of he was able to eat all that soup.

Kimiko came back with a bag of bread and a couple boxes of crackers. “Raimundo, go get some cheese while I go get some water for the soup.”

“What kind of cheese?” She was already gone by the time he asked. Raimundo took the cart and wandered the aisles, looking for cheese. In a minute or so he found the jackpot. The shelves were teeming with a variety of the desired dairy product.

He went up and down the aisles, deciding what would go best with crackers. He picked up some Swiss, mozzarella, Velveeta, and many others. By the time Kimiko found him, carrying two 24-packs of water bottles, the cart was filled to the brim with extravagant cheeses.

She dropped the water in the cart and glared at Raimundo. “Dude, what the hell is this?” She threw a box of mozzarella of the floor. “I said get ‘some cheese’ not do a research project on the history of dairy in France!” She threw out all the boxes onto the floor and took a simple pack of cheddar off the shelf.

“Nothing I do is ever good enough for you, is it?” he growled. Kimiko sighed.

“Raimundo, you filled our shopping cart with twenty packs of cheese. I know you probably got overwhelmed by so many varieties of cheese,” She ran her hand through her hair, “But I’m not paying for seventy dollars worth of cheese.”

“You used the word ‘cheese’ three times.” He pointed out, trying to change the subject.

“Can you blame me?” She asked him, gesturing to all of the cheese everywhere.

(A/N: Okay, like, there is NO synonym for cheese.)

Kimiko and Raimundo left the aisle, their cart pretty empty of the necessities. “I have to use the ladies room.” She told him. “Can you pick up the rest of what we need?” She handed him the shopping list she was working on before they left.

“Sure.” He wandered off before Kimiko could tell him not do repeat what he did with the cheese. She took off for the bathroom so she could freshen up.

Raimundo found the bathroom and looked at the sign, which possessed a picture of a man and a woman on it. He left the cart outside the bathroom and went it. “What is taking you so long, Kim?” He asked her.

Kimiko had just finished re-applying her makeup and was brushing her hair. “Just wait a moment, okay?” Raimundo sighed and leaned up against the wall, folding his arms. Moments later, the bathroom light switched off.

“Did you do that?” Kimiko asked, stuffing her toiletries back into her purse. Raimundo shook his head and opened the restroom door. The second he did, the rest of the store lights flickered off.

“Oh no.” Kimiko gently pushed Raimundo aside and looked out the door herself.

“…Shit.”

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Sara: Ooh, Cliffhanger. What shall happen next?

Rane: Why the hell are you asking me?

Sara: (Frowns) I was asking the readers.

Rane: But how would they know? You’re the one writing the story.

Sara: … That’s the point.

Rane: But why would you want to leave them hanging and then taunt them with questions about the story you don’t even know?

Sara: God, you are annoying.

Rane: What has God ever done to you? Give the guy a break; he’s the one who created you and me!

Sara: That’s the problem. He had to create you.

Rane: …

Sara: Don’t forget to review, readers. And I apologize for the long wait. School has made me terribly busy.

Rane: Sure.

Sara: It has!! And review! Also, look at my profile for a summary of my next story! A Jack/Kimiko one!

Jack/Kimiko fans: (Cheer)

Sara: Review! I’ll respond to you guys again because I’m so wonderful and giving.

Rane: What does responding have to do with being wonderful and giving?

Sara: (Sighs) … Just review.