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Best Friend Meetup!

Who: Asami and Ami
What: Ami and Asami hang out!
When: Some monday afternoon.
Where: Ryuseki.

School has been a boring time for the last couple weeks. Ami is tired, nearly falling asleep in her classes, and her school work has been affected. Long nights doing interviews with websites and small signings has sapped her energy. Somehow, she still managed to look the part of the school's famous idol, with her hair done properly, and her makeup just flashy enough to keep her at the top of the school.

And yet, as much as on the outside she plays that part, the other side of Ami just wants to hang out with her friend. She wants to be with her friend and go somewhere fun, and forget everything. That's why Ami found herself near the entrance to the school texting Asami.

Hey, what are you doing? Wanna hang out?

Somehow, she managed to text that, even though the inside of her was super worried she might be busy or not want to hang out at all. That's why after hitting send Ami just stood there staring at her phone, ignorant of anyone trying to talk to her or anything.

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Asami at first felt mean to not be answering her phone, because she wanted some peace and Ami didn't. She was standing next to her locker, twiddling her thumbs. Ami had looks and a future where she could use them. On the other side of it, she didn't know what she wanted - only try explaining that to her brother!

But like Ami she wanted to do something right now - she was unsure what - and as she started flipping open her phone, the thought that she had gotten herself outshone by her. Which wouldn't do. Ami was a nice girl, Asami thought, but a bit hopeless without her around.

Nothing much. Meet you at the bus stop? Go into town?

When the phone buzzed in her hand, Ami nearly dropped it. Her face lit up, trying to hold onto the device, instead of letting it slip otu of her hands. A few classmates gave a weird look at the idol struggling with her phone. Noticing the eyes on her, Ami turned her back to them and opened her phone.

That sounds great! I can't wait!

As soon as she sent the message, she second guessed herself. She always knew she was too forward and revealing in her text when talking to others, as opposed to the protected personality she had in real life. Sighing, she just hoped Asami wouldn't think she was weird or anything.

With that, Ami returned her phone to her bag and headed to the bus stop. It was a quick walk, only having to stop once and try to tell a boy who was asking her out that she wasn't interested.

There, at the bus stop, Asami was already waiting. She must have decided to get there first because she wanted to be best - and that was easily done if people wanted your attention. She breathed in, filling her mind and chest with air. And if she directed her gaze straight and forward, she was sure she could just see Ami coming in the distance.

Despite the boredom of waiting, and rocking on her feet, she straightened up.

"Hey!"

Spotting her black haired friend, Ami was sure to wave excitedly. It felt like a long time since they had hung out, so just seeing her friend had put Ami in a good mood.

"Asami-chan!" Usually, when dealing with her classmates, Ami's eyes would scan over their wardrobe and make harsh comments to herself, but not with Asami. No, for some reason that part of her never activated, and instead she was just happy to see her.

"H-How are you?" Still, having a friend was something she was no used to yet. Ami really never had any friends growing up, certainly not any girl friends. And certainly not with people seeing her as she was now. So every step was a fresh new beginning that she was trying out.

Asami looked down and discovered that, in the sense of knowing what she would be doing, it had never occurred to her to bring a change of clothing. So, leaving aside the reason why, she thought at least she would be getting it dirty - and wind her mother up that way.

A long breath came next. A pause. A sigh. She was unsure if it was regretful or pleasant memory.

"I ran into the hallway monitor again."

"I'm guessing you got in trouble, didn't you?" Ami asked, laughing a bit. Asami's beef with the school's disciplinary committee was well known, and it hardly surprised her. The fact that she admitted that she "ran" into the hallway monitor only made it clear what happened, and why she would be in trouble. Ami was somewhat athletic but she could never imagine herself running around as much as her friend.

"You know, you don't have to run everywhere," she found herself saying. She was looking away as she tried to make a point, as if she had zero courage in facing someone down. In fact, after saying that, she could barely contain the redding of her cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry I didn't mean that," Ami added.

"Uh. No, it's ok."

Asami considered the point. There was so much time that, in order to avoid hurting herself or others, she could slow down. Now, she could follow it, or believe that boy with the attitude was the one with the problem. She could not slow down because she had things to do. The hallway monitor, however, was somebody she did not want to win.

She filed the thought away as a bad one, but one she could look at later because it had been mentioned by her friend. After that, she segued into
something different with the utmost politeness.

"Would you like to choose where we go?"

Thinking about it some more, that hallway monitor did seem to have it our for Asami, no matter how nice he had been to Ami.

"My choice?" she asked, thinking it over. Getting ice cream and coffee had become the simple choice for things to do in the city, so maybe something more interesting was due. they could go do some karaoke, or maybe even go to the aquarium, since she had never been.

"..They opened a cat cafe," she found herself mentioning. Ami had never been to it, but she had heard some classmates talking about it. The idea of having a warm cup of coffee while a cat fell asleep in her lap was enough to make her knees weak. Though she knew that was against the personality she had built as an idol, so she tried to pretend like it didn't matter to her if they went or not.

Asami thought about the cafe as her friend mentioned it, quizzically and with great curiosity. Then she pulled out her phone and began texting something again. This idea pleased her. They thought up good things together. The need to have time was important, in that respect. She began to feel a little bolder.

"Really? I never knew."

She inspected her message with a critical eye. Then she pressed 'send' with great enjoyment. She had told her brother to make his own way home, and had even included a smiley face halfway through.

"Wanna get a meal after?"

Ami just watched in silence as Asami texted someone, deciding it better not to ask. She knew she had a strong relationship with her brother, so she could only imagine she was texting him.

"I read about it online." She had planned to visit it before when it had opened, but being an idol made it difficult to go places alone. When she was alone people seemed to have less of an issue bothering her with questions and asking to take her picture. With a school friend like Asami it would hopefully go better.

"Sure, what do you have you in mind?"

"Italian."

Knowing that she had a few things to catch up on, Asami had seemed to decide that there would be no point in wasting time. Besides, she was tired of the gazes that never seemed to come her way. That, she thought, made her want to go somewhere a little more private. Which she also believed Ami might appreciate.

"You could always come home," she said. "Mum usually cooks something nice."

"D-Dinner...at your house?" Well, that was certainly a first. Ami never had any true friends before, much less any that would invite her over for dinner with their family. It was almost too good of an offer to pass up. She had no family, instead living on her own in a small apartment, getting to see Asami's family was a huge deal, though she tried to hide that.

"That would be really nice..." she said quietly. Finally the bus arrived and stopped to pick them up.

While it approached, Asami closed the gap between them and checked her watch with the timetable. There was a moment or so of horrid searching - though she did it carefully, because she had to plan two journeys since she had no chance of being picked up from town.

That happened to be the very moment the bus set down and people started getting on - she waited, embarked and paid, and chose a nice seat at the middle-back. There was a moment or two of quiet gazing. Quite annoying, but she let Ami sit down first.

"Probably," she said. "Depends if my brother keeps his big nose out."

Ami headed to the back with Asami, making sure to keep her head down. In a crowded bus like that it was best to try to stay quiet and keep attention off her, much unlike how she would act when in the spotlight.

"Do you not like your brother?" Ami had her own issues with her sister, so in a way she wished Asami and her brother got along. She didn't want anyone to have to live like her.

"I've never really talked to him before." She had seen Asami and her brothering arguing in school before, but Ami was the type to wait until it had died down before joining her friend. So she didn't know much about him other than he was a stickler for rules in a way Asami wasn't.

"Well, yeah. Just you can't talk much to someone who acts like your father, you know? It's annoying."

She glanced outside; things were blurry, and rushed by with increasing speed - like her thoughts on the subject. She leaned back and continued watching things move, preferring a window seat to struggling to peer around someone.

"Sorry. He's just been going on lately. Just wish he'd shut up."

"Oh, I guess so." Actually, she has no idea what that's like. If she had a stronger personality she might even try to tell Asami that she should forgive her brother. Of course, that was the most hypocritical thing she could ever image saying.

"At least..he cares about you right?" Ami tugged a hand through her hair, looking out the window as well. She was very interested in learning about her friends family life, though still trying her best not to sound over-interested, so that Asami wouldn't think of her as weird or anything. Worse, if she thought she had a crush on her brother or something.

"Yes," grumbled Asami.

There was a moment or two of tough figuring and recollecting. Asami struggled to agree - though she acquiesced somewhat, because her brother had some sort of influence in her life.

"He tries to help but sometimes I think he needs mine instead." She picked up her bag, which on her thighs weighed her down with pins and needles, and placed it at her feet. "The fact he's there doesn't make him all that bad, I guess."

Aim listened quietly, nodding a bit in response. She was certain that Asami and her brother's relationship was normal. And even though it felt strained at times, it was far preferable than Ami's and her sister's. As nice as it was to learn more about her friend, it seemed best to not talk about her brother the whole time or risk seeming to interested in him.

"How did you do on the Math Test last week?" The subject change was abrupt, but believable. They had spoken about the test before, but they only had just gotten their grades back that day.

Asami's expression seemed to tie in knots. Then she leaned back and rested her arms triumphantly under her head, stretching them out first, and then lowering them under her neck.

"I aced it!" she said at last. "Indeed, in my dreams anyway." But she looked disappointed. "Well, best to say my results were average. You?"

"Above average," she said. A B+ was not the best grade in the world, but it was enough to make Ami happy. She had no parents to show her grades off to, the only satisfaction of that sort she could get was talking to Asami about it.

"If you want, we can study together next time." Just not at her place, since she still has never admitted she lives alone. Sometime she would have to admit that, but not today.

Soon the bus arrived downtown, and Ami and Asami stepped off together. Ami already had her phone out, trying to map directions from the bustop to the cat cafe. Already she was excited to have a purring cat nuzzling against her face.

"It's this way.." she says, staring at her phone and pointing on one direction. "...I think."

Asami followed Ami by leading from the front. She began to feel she was under constant supervision, either by Ami or her father. With the constant interruptions from her brother, all this got her to take charge and be more assertive by the minute. Would she feel better if she accepted 'average' seemed to be the best she could do?

She helped Ami look around, absolutely focused and with great speed. She wanted to find it first, and had even taken a walk ahead, stopping here and there so Ami could catch up.

"Ah! I see it!" she said at last. "Over there!" She was far quicker to claim credit than her friend.

School was important to Ami, because she was paying for it out of pocket. She had no family to support her to pay the tuition to the school, and so her trust fund and modeling money went right to the school. That meant she often found herself studying more than she would have otherwise, if only to make sure her money was not wasted.

In a way Ami had been hoping to find it first, if only to impress her friend. She wanted to be seen as cool and mature, in a way that she somehow saw Asami to be. But the disappointment is fleeting, as soon as they reached the front of the cafe and look inside to see the dozens of cats.

"They're so cute..." Ami always had a soft spot for cats, ever since she was young. Though it had been years since she had her own, so this cafe was just too perfect.

"Let's go inside!" she said after a moment of gawking at the cats, opening the door for Asami.

"Thanks!" Asami said. There was no question of not having manners.

She helped her friend with the door and closed it behind them. The following sight was of cat furniture everywhere. They were such odd things to see. In the course of a minute she patted a trio of plush floor pillows, held a cushion as she stroked a standing pet house, and stood on her toes to see a brown-and-white cat asleep on a podium.

A bookshelf in the back drew her to metal stool chairs at a counter by the window. She inspected a black young male lying in a basket on the floor, and thought how strange it was.

"I don't have pets," she said. "Do you?"

While Asami made certain to get the entire experience over in a matter of seconds, Ami simply knelt down to scratch the ears of an older grey cat that had come right up to her.

"No, I wish I could have a cat, but I'm not home enough I think.." Not to mention her small apartment was probably not the best place for one. But the idea of having a cat just seems so perfect for the lonely model.

"I would have thought your family would have a pet," Ami said still scratching her new best friend. "You guys seemed like that traditional family with two parents, a son and daughter and a pet."

"Nope. Dad's allergic," Asami said.

But at last she was able to find some details about herself that would grab her friend's attention and keep it on her.

"But we've got fish! In a pond and everything!"

"...Fish aren't real pets." Nope, definitely not, nothing like the two cats that had come to Ami to get their heads scratched. Ami began to scratch the newcomer when two more appeared in front of her, pushing their way into the group.

"Um, that's too many..." Ami just tried her best to make them all happy, scratching two at a time, while also trying to converse with Asami. But it was clear Ami was enjoying herself immensely.

"Have you decided what clubs you want to join?" she asked, standing up and heading to a table that they could order from, followed by her new posse of cats.

"Uh, I've got no idea. I haven't thought about it much," Asami admitted. Then, feeling that she was slipping improperly into the wrong sort of attitude, she shook her head. "Oh. Culture clubs. I've already joined the archery and soccer clubs. Those seemed interesting, anyway."

She leaned down and scratched the third cat behind its ears. "Just to carry on from where I leave off, I suppose."

"Soccer sounds like a lot of work.." she complained. Ami had ordered her drink, sitting in one of the cafe's plush chairs, with one of the cats already purring in her lap.

"I don't think I'm athletic enough to do any of those types of Clubs like you.." Ami did some running from time to time but only because her producer told her she had to to continue making money. But the idea of going to practices and games just seemed too hard.

"B-But I'll come to your home games to cheer you on Asami-chan."

"Thanks! I'll be sure to get you the best seat," Asami answered.

She stood with her hands on her hips and a proud smile on her face. Rolling and working the pebble of her ego until it was almost life-sized and in Ami's face. "Well, you should do it anyway, though! It's easy."

Ami was going to ask if there really was a "best seat" at their school's soccer games, but she decided to just let it go. It wasn't worth the effort, and Asami was still being nice.

"...I think I'll pass, I'd have to take a shower after school before going to the Production Company's office.." While her friend may know Ami was a m part time model/idol, Ami never was one to open up too much to what that entailed.

"I think I'm more suited to the cheering squad rather than anything else.." Not to mention she didn't feel like joining a sport where her anger issues would come into play often.

Asami felt she had come out the best from this comparison. In the pause while she was deciding what to say, she was trying to decide what would be for dinner later, and if it would be impressive enough. She was sure enough her home was up to standard. When she did speak, she grasped her hands behind her back and rolled back and forth on her feet.

"I think you'll be good at it," she said. "Unless you've got bad hand-eye co-ordination or something."

"There's a reason I never did sports in elementary school," she answered with a sigh. Being a short and scrawny kid ever since she was little, and not getting along well with others made it difficult for her to like any kind of sports.

"You haven't seen me in Gym then." Ami would most certainly be picked last for any sports, the times when she couldn't get out of doing things with a doctor's note.

"Did you decide what you want for dinner?" Ami asked, still petting a new cat on her lap. While she felt hungry, she felt like she wouldn't be able to pull herself away for her new friends.

"It depends," said Asami. "If we're eating out or going home." She sat down as she spoke. "I mean to my parents."

She could not help thinking that she would be judged on the type of food she would provide. Like her appearance. Or grades.

"W-Where ever you want." She said that, but really her heart was set on seeing Asami's family. As long as they treated her with kindness like Asami does, she thought it would be a great way to see how normal girls lived. And she never had seen Asami's room either.

But there was no judging really, Ami just thought of her friend as the perfect girl, albeit more tomboy than Ami herself. She liked how Asami didn't let anyone else define her because of her gender and was more of a free spirit than anyone she knew. She looked up to her in a way.

Asami tenderly fed a treat from a bowl to one of the cats. "Well," she said. "Home'd be better, I guess."

She dusted her hands on her skirt. She was wondering by now if it was right to bring her friend home without having asked permission first. She was sweating rather - with the thought of breaking some protocol.

"But we'd better be going soon then - it's kind of on the other end of the city."

"Alright.." she said sadly, letting the cat on her lap hop to the ground. "Goodbye kitty.." Ami was too sad to leave them, wishing like crazy that she could take the cats home with her. Yet she knew she couldn't so she paid the tab for their drinks and headed to the door with her friend.

"That sounds great..a-as long as your family doesn't mind." Dealing with her own family was painful enough, she didn't want to get on the bad side of Asami's after all.

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