But, He's Sweet.
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Hi, My name is Clare Kmecheick and I am 19. I live in Chiba, Japan with my best friend Mari. One day we took a day trip to Tokyo and there I met the love of my life.
His name was Nakamaru Yuichi (Yuichi Nakamaru in english.) and he's 28, sure that sounds really old... but age is but a number. It's all about mental age right? Nine years its not even a big deal, but that's not what my family thinks...
My parents try to keep us apart, his parents think he should find a nice 'around-30' girl, his friends and Mari are both on our side. What are we to do?
(Clare Kmecheick is my best friend Crystal, she's Yuichi biased.) I'm Mari and of course I'll be having a fun little romance with Koki, but that's a spoiler. (I'm such a rebel.)
The italisized words are in japanese, needless to say there'll be a lot of that in this story. hope you enjoy!
Foreword
Mari scurried around the room looking for her american phone, complaining about how if she couldn't find it she wouldn't be able to wish her sister a happy birthday right when it was midnight in the states.
"FOUND IT!" She smiled cheekily as I rolled my eyes and started down the stairs to the parking garage. "Hey, Clare. You have the day off tomorrow, right?" She asked jogging up to my side.
"Yeah, aren't you?" I asked digging through my purse for the car keys.
"Let's go to Tokyo for the day." She said excitedly, I had found my keys and was now unlocking the car doors.
"You sure? I mean don't you have to video chat with Lanaya because it's her birthday." Pulled out of the parking garage and headed to work.
"Nah, she's gonna be pissed all day anyway." I laughed and she shoved my shoulder. We bs'ed a bit mroe until we reached work and I had to go about my day as an OL, dressed in pristine white pants that flared a bit at my ankles. A cream/tan tank top layered over a grey one covered by a light light cream blazer. Long silver necklaces bracing my neck and tan/cream/light green plaid wedges on my feet. My hair done in a messy-like fishtail.
My best friend, Marielle Jeanette was done up similar but in her own style. A gold sparkled tank top under a black blazer with the sleeves rolled up just below her elbows. Dark wash denim jeans with same flare as mine hugging her long legs, black peeptoe pumps on her perfect feet. A spiked necklace layed beautifully on her collarbone. Flawlessly her hair was in a high ponytail, not a hair out of place. The two tones of her hair fell perfectly in her hairstyle. The blonde overlapping the chestnut brown.
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