InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Simple and Clean ❯ Surfing ( Chapter 6 )

Hello yon people of the nether world (AKA I haven't gotten out too much this week), here is another chapter from yours truly.

 

Chapter 6

 

Surfing

 

Kagome smiled as she woke up on Saturday morning. The sun was barging through her window inviting her to get out of bed, the birds were singing and she smelled her mother making waffles. Yup, it was going to be a good day.

She stepped out of bed and into her Ugg boots. Wiggling her toes into the soft comfy-ness of her boots she realized happily that her groundation (was that a word?? Oh well, if our idiot president can make up words, so can I!) was finally over. She almost shouted for joy. Kagome pulled on a tight fitting white shirt that showed off the curves that she had acquired over the summer and some worn out and very faded pair of jeans shorts that were so old that they now had a natural fringe at the edges.

She bounced down the stairs and pushed though the kitchen door to get to the stove to make sure she got first dibs on those waffles. Who she saw at the dining room table made her stop in mid bounce. It was Hojo. He was standing politely (and a little awkwardly) waiting for her mother to sit down before he could eat the crispy, golden-brown waffle of joy that was lying on his plate.

“Kagome, look who is joining us for breakfast!” Her mother cried exuberantly. Kagome eye was twitching slightly as she plopped jerkily down into the chair as far away as humanely possible from Hojo. Sure, he was a nice guy, he just kind of creeped her out at times.

“Hi.” She said shortly, brining her hand up in an uncomfortable salute.

“Too bad not all the boys at school are like Hobo nowadays.” Mrs. Higurashi sighed, shaking her head and looking lovingly at Hojo. Kagome puffed out her cheeks, trying not to spit out the mouthful of waffle she had been eating. Obviously Mrs. Higurashi hadn't noticed that she had said something wrong because she went back to making sure everyone's orange juice was filled and Hojo had had enough to eat. Hojo wasn't about to correct her, he was too polite.

Kagome glanced over at Grandpa and Souta who were both doubled over in silent laughter. She decided it would be best to let her mother live in a dream world for now: it was just too funny to see her call Hojo `Hobo'.

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Kagome finished up her breakfast as soon as she could and pulled on a baseball cap as she hurried to the door. “I'm gonna run over to Sango's for a while mom!” She called as she ran out of the house. Kagome got successfully halfway to the shrine exit when she almost bowled over Hojo.

“Hojo!” Kagome said, smiling uneasily. She widened her fake grin and tried to walk by him, intent on getting out before she could do anything too embarrassing. He waved awkwardly and put on an inquiring face.

“Hey Kagome,” Hojo said, his voice pitching higher than normal. Kagome knew what was coming next and she was dreading it. She was already thinking up ways to get herself out of the date the Hojo was about to ask her on. “Do you wanna go surfing with me?” Kagome stared at him, shocked beyond belief. Since when could Hojo surf?

She stood there for a few seconds, and then she started thinking. She had always wanted to learn to surf, but with the little time she had taken up by math tutoring or friends, she didn't have time to go to the beach, let alone try her hand at the art of surfing. Anyways, she didn't have a car.

“Umm,” Kagome sighed, knowing she was probably going to regret her answer later, “Sure Hojo, why not?” She put on a fake smile, hoping Hojo was too blinded with happiness to realize that Kagome was already dreading her answer. A whole day with Hojo? What was I thinking???

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“Okay, well see you-?” Hojo paused waiting for Kagome to set a time. Kagome fidgeted uncomfortably, rubbing her foot against her leg. “I won't take long, so umm, why don't you stay downstairs while I go get my bathing suit on.” She led the way back into the house and made sure that Hojo stayed put on the sofa. She hurried up the stairs to her room, oblivious to the blissful look Hojo had plastered across his face.

Kagome had a hard time picking out a bathing suit. Even with the fact that she never went to the beach, she still had a large amount of bathing suits. Deciding on a blue two piece with no ties, just straps (You could never be too careful with the ones with all the strings, they had a habit of untying in the worst of situations). She scowled as she pulled it on, trying not to muss her hair. She turned around in the mirror as she examined the back of her suit, pulling and hiking until the tiny tan line that she actually had didn't show. Kagome sighed as she realized she hadn't gotten much of a tan over the summer.

“Oh well, some tan is better than none.” Laughing she remembered what her mother had said at the beginning of summer, no tan is a healthy tan, Kagome! She sighed and picked up the beach-bag she had packed. She went over a mental checklist in her head: sunscreen? Check. Towel? Check. Lunch? Check. She pulled on a loose T-shirt and wrapped a sarong around her waist. Hiking her large bag onto her shoulder she made her way downstairs.

Hojo was waiting for her, smiling happily, still situated loyally on the couch. Her mother was waiting for her also. Kagome scowled as her mother handed her a large packet of papers. “These are all the phone numbers you should call if you have an emergency-” Mrs. Higurashi flipped through the first five pages of the packet.

“Mom,” Mrs. Higurashi nodded to show she was listening, “Half these people live farther away from the beach than we do. For crying out loud, Uncle Yuki lives in California!” Mrs. Higurashi looked up from the paperwork a childishly hurt look playing across her motherly features.

“I know- I just want you to be extra safe; seeing that it's your first date and all!” Kagome closed her eyes and wrinkled her brow, hoping that her mother had not just said what she thought she had just said. Even if it was her first date, did Hojo really need to know that?!

“Bye mom.” Kagome called as she dragged Hojo along before her mother could say anything more.

“Bye honey, have a good time with Hobo!” Kagome mentally slapped herself. Why did parents have to be so embarrassing!

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Kagome walked down to the public bus station with Hojo. The day was bright and the sun beat down on her back, despite her t-shirt. They arrived just as their bus was pulling out of the station so they had to run to catch it. Hojo, the gentleman that he was, helped her up onto the bus. He also paid for her ticket because she had forgotten her wallet. Kagome smiled happily as she sat down next to Hojo on the uncomfortable plastic seats. This isn't so bad, she thought, I could totally get used to this.

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Okay people, don't kill me. I have a perfectly good explanation as to why I have not updated in the past month or so. See, I got sick, then I had a mountain of homework and then I had my weekends filled by the sickening sweetness of helping others (other wise known as Girl Scouts *psycho music comes on*). Yes, you see, I was lending my service hour to small children who do not know how to tie knots, build fires, do a flag ceremony or perform first aid. Fun Fun!!! Trust me; I will never, EVER do anything that involves me controlling small children for eight hours non-stop ever again!!!! You wouldn't either if afterwards almost every fricking child in your town called you by the nickname `Skittle'… *shudder*