Hmm, you must not have recived it. Here it is, part one.
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Chapater One:
"Nervosness"
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Mamoru looked at the phone. He was sitting on the couch, with the phone on
the coffee table. The bay window's curtines that lead to the balcony were
open, letting in the only light, which came from the sunset. "Why can't I
call her?" he asked himself aloud. "I've called her thousands of times
before. . .but why not now?" he muttered, sighing. Maybe it's because
you're going to ask her to marry you, stupid. he thought, staring up at the
celing of his apartment. He glanced over at the beautiful photo he kept of
Usagi on his bed-side dresser. He smiled at the sight of her, even though
it was a photo, old, bad quality, and did not even come close to her true
beauty. I want to do this, he thought, but I'm scared to. He remembered
Chibi-Usa. He knew she would say yes. Atlest, he hoped. But still, he was
scared.
Latly, Usagi had been acting so odd toward Mamoru. She hid from him one
day, when he spotted her on the sidewalk. He even thought he saw her with
anthor man. But he hoped it was just his imagination. A singal drop of
sweat dripped off of Mamoru's forehead and onto his hand. He got up to get
himself a glass of water, then returned, sat, and glared at the phone.
Why can't I do this?! he asked himself. He was shaking horriably. He knew
he had to calm down. If he didn't he would be a total wreck when he talked
to Usagi, that is, if she even would talk to him. He hoped she would.
Full of fear, Mamoru picked up the phone, and dialed Usagi's number. He
listened to the ringing in his ear. Once. . .twice. . thre-someone
answered!
"Hello?" a voice asked. Usagi's voice. Mamoru's heart soared.
"H-hi Usako. I-it's me. . .Mamoru. . ." he kept stuttering. He kept
shaking.
"Oh. . hi Mamoru-chan!" she sounded somewhat glad to hear him. "Why did you
call?"
He froze. Could he do this?
"Could you and I meet at the beach this Saturday? A romantic evening. .
j-just the two of us. . .no inturptions, no one to bother us. . ." he was
slightly calmer all of a sudden. Just one stutter.
He could actully feel Usagi's smile over the phone. "Of course,
Mamoru-chan. I'd love to. What time?"
He gulped. He had'nt thought of the time. . ."7 o'clock?" he asked,
whipping sweat off his forehead.
A slight pause over the phone. Mamoru heard Usagi flipping threw something.
Like a planner. "7?" anthor long pause "Can we make it 7 : 30? I won't be
able to make it at 7. . ." he heard a sound like a book being slapped shut.
He gulped. "S-sure Usako. . .see you then? I'll pick you up?"
"Sure. Saturday at 7 : 30 PM. Bye." Usagi hung up the phone before Mamoru
could say bye and that he loved her. He brought the phone away from his ear
and stared at it for a while. Then he listned to the voice say "If you'd
like to make a call, please hang up and try agian. . ." over and over.
He hung up the phone, and tilted his head back on the couch. Usagi, why are
you so differnt all of a sudden?
? ?
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