Chapter 8
Arashi Narration
Two weeks later I was leaving work to go to my shite apartment. I walked out of the Hell Hole you faggots would call WalMart, obviously I didn't achieve my goal of fashion design did I? It was mid December, getting close to Christmas which explained the 2 inches of snow on the ground. That was why all damn day I had to help workers haul in those fucking heavy plastic Santa Claus statues into the Garden department instead of leaving them outside on display.
SHITE! I thought to myself when I realized that I may have to get Miwako a Christmas gift. What could I fucking get her?! I've never been good at this; would I have to buy Prissywhore something too? As I thought about gifts for Miwako, Isabella, Prissywhore and possibly George I stared into the shop windows I passed on my walk.
"Arashi!" I heard Miwako's cheery voice scream as she ran up to me. My eyes widened, how does she fucking manage to find me every time I'm out on the damn street? I pretended that I hadn't heard her even though I don't know who couldn't have. I stared some more into the shop windows decorated with snow, santas, gingerbread men, snowmen, toys, any Christmas item you could imagine.
"Arashi!!!!!" She repeated then I felt her tiny arms wrap around my waist from behind. I let out a deep sigh, the cold air around me turned my breath into a smoky fog.
"Hey Miwako…" I mumbled. I can't be mad at this girl. She was too fucking adorable and fragile…and carrying meh baby.
GREAT! Just fucking great, she gets to see me in my uniform. I look so damn stupid! I'm a manager though…I guess that can be kinda attractive…
"I didn't know you worked there!" She poked the WalMart emblem on my chest and just happened to poke my nipple. My eye twitched in annoyance. She was now standing in front of me.
"Yeah, I'm a manag-" I was cut off by her soft lips being pushed up against mine. Once again my eyes were huge in shock. I can't have one month without any fucking drama. Her hands were on my shoulders to help keep her up to my height. (7 inches taller than her) and she was on her tip toes. I don't know what possessed me to do it but I kissed her back, putting my arms around her and bending down to help the height problem.
"Arashi…I…still…love…you…" Miwako managed to get out in between our kissing. I wondered why she would fucking tell me this now. I pulled away.
"What are you trying to fucking pull?" I asked, looking down at the tiny pink-haired girl that was becoming such a beautiful woman slowly…even now when she had turned 21 a month ago.
"Because…I don't know Arashi… I was so confused!" Miwako began to cry, goddamn pregnancy. That is my reason for feeling bad. I gave her a hug and stroked her soft pink hair. I took a deep breath to inhale the wonderful smell of her strawberry shampoo. "Miwako is so sorry!" She cried into my thick winter coat. I couldn't leave her like this.
"Do you want me to take you home?" I used as little cuss words as I could to make sure that little bih wasn't weepy and pathetic.
"No...can we go to your apartment?" Miwako mumbled into my coat. It was about 5 o'clock in the night and freezing. Did she get in a fight with Prissywhore and is now using me for a fucking REBOUND? Who fucking knew?! I shouldn't said No of course you can't come to my fucking apartment you aren't my girlfriend anymore. You aren't my damn responsibility!
"Sure…" I replied, walking her to my shitty arse car and helped her in. Her stomach showed she was pregnant. Twelve weeks to be exact. My car sputtered as I turned the key to start the shitty thing. The whole ride to my house was silent except for the radio on low and the pathetic noises coming from my engine.