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She automaticly rolled her eyes when she spotted some followers of his royal idiocy begin to send flirt glances and such. Kira ate the last of her fries in order to keep herself quiet and not have to answer. Didn't she tell him already that she wouldn't sing infront of him? On the other hand, the coo'ing and swooning of the fangirls was making her sick to her stomach.

As he asked to leave kira had stood up, taking her last sip of sprite and walked to the exit, tossing her trash in her stride. It was his choice if he wanted to follow. And she had already paid for her fries and drink.

She stopped and sighed, turning to look at him. " Look, I know you don't enjoy this. . . alright? Thats why I'll make this miami thingas painless as I can for you. And I'm sorry if I'm a b***h for leaving there cause I was feeling unwell. . . alright? and besides, you wanted to leave. You said so yourself. And newsflash for you but Its not easy to automaticly be buddy buddy with a total stranger whom I've never spoken to from freshman year to senior. Sorry If I ruined your time okay? I know I'm not the most fun person out there. . . " She felt it, she was pushing him away again. And she had. She always did it so she couldn't give people the chance to hurt her, but she was hurt ahyway out of the deal. She felt her throut go dry and tight, trying to hold back tears. "You can be out on your on now and have fun, cause I'm going back to the hotel . . . " She turned sharply and walked away as fast as she could. She had to get out of there before she actually cried infront of dais.

Akira had made it into the hotel room, but had difficulty falling asleep. She was such a jerk to him and the guilt made her angry. Not at him, no, but herself. She was in her bed, turned away from the door when she heard him sneak in. She just hoped he wouldn't go near her because he might tell she was awake. Her eyes were shut and she heard him walk over close to her and put something on her night table then walk away twards the bathroom/shower room. When the door closed she opened her eyes to see a tiny little skull wrapping in a wierd share. A. . . . . gift? She reached up from under the covers and picked it up.
(is it the preppy or the one that looks like her? )

She had opened the small present after about five minutes arguing with herself if it was a trick or not. But she eventua,lly won (go figure) and opened it. She looked at the small woven preppy doll. "What the hell is this?" She saidl too loud and clamped a hand over her mouth, looking up nervously to see if she heard any signs of him hearing. Once she was in the clear she looked at it again. It kinda resembled him, and it had an 'x' mouth that made the expression similar to his as well. 'What a dumb gift, didn't I tell him I don't like preppy stuff. . . ' She thought to herself, setting it apon the dresser and shifting back into the bed sheets. She couldn't stop herself from glancing at it until she finally picked up the doll again and looked at it. 'maby. . . he got this for me. . as a way to say something?' She thought, pondering. She could tell it was a voodoo doll by the texture and the style of the stitching. She ran her fingers over the face and smiled. It was. . .a thoughtful gift.She found herself smiling and had to quickly duck under the covers when she heard him come back into the room. Her heart was in a fleet of panic. After a while, and when she thought of him to be asleep, she sat up slowly in the bed and looked over at him, noting the small rise and fall of the blanket that was his breathing. She shifted and got out of bed, walking over to his bedside and put her hands on her hips, the doll still in her hand. She lifted it to her face and looked at it again, then at dais. Her guilt overwelmed her stomach. She sat down next to his bed, facing him and whispered. ". . . . I'm sorry, okay? I can be a b***h. Yes I admit it. Again. And you've been nothing but nice to me and I've been giving you a hard time. I want you to understand that you did nothing wrong whatsoever and I don't hate you. . .and. . . thank you. . . for the doll. I don't. . . hate it. . . " With that she stood back up again, satisfied with her apology.

She froze, her face growing to high temperatures as he heard him talk. Which ment he just heard everything she said. She seemed to relax when he mentioned the girls leaving her alone and about voodoo. But her cheeks still burned alot. "How come I didn't think of that. . . Hmmm" She said as she watched him pick up his jacket and show her the little one that kinda reminded her of herself, also taking note that something fell out of his jacket pocket. She bent down and picked it up. A princess? "What the heck is this about, got some kind of fantasy?" She asked, ssangeling it infront of his face.

Kira blinked, suprised. She didn't knew he had a little sister. Guess the fanclub website only had information they knew of, and not everything.She put the proncess doll next to his head on the pillow. She raised an eyebrow as he used her term 'daywalker' to describe the anarexic desturbing puke machines. "I wouldn't know whom you dated, to be honest. . . Your a bit of a daywalker yourself, aren't you being rasist against your own kind?" She asked in disbeliev, sitting down on the side of her bed.