You were about to retire to bed after an overly exhausting day, so when your phone rang it was an obvious surprise. You walked over and checked the caller ID not recognizing the number calling, you picked up regardless.
"Hello, is this ________?"
"Speaking, who is it?"
"It's Rin… Matsuoka Rin."
Matsuoka? You recognized the name faintly "Officer?"
His chuckle echoed through the speaker. "Just call me Rin."
"Uh R-rin was there something you needed?"
"I just wanted to check if you're free tomorrow"
"Yeah I guess, since it's my day off."
"How about I take you out tomorrow night then?"
"You mean as a d-date?"
The silence on the other end irked you, then you heard a sharp intake of breath. "Yes a date."
Laying in your bed curled up to a pillow, you couldn't get yourself to sleep anymore. There was a prominent excitement building in your belly and you couldn't shake it off. You were going on a date with the hot policeman you met a week ago, you couldn't believe it!
Your thoughts strayed to the events that occurred when you met him and you felt your face flush in embarrassment. You pulled the pillow closer and pushed your face against it, mumbling incoherent chiding words to yourself.
The next morning you were nestled on your living room couch, a cooling cup of coffee lay untouched on the table across from you. The silence was overwhelming and you were chewing on your nails; a nervous habit of yours. The sudden burst of your door didn't alarm you in the slightest. You looked up to find your uncle fidgeting and talking animatedly at your front door. You were too preoccupied to even react to him as you went back to chewing your nails and staring at the ground. Your uncle tried calling your name a few times to garner your attention and failed terribly, he then rushed to your side and shook you a little, you suddenly looked up at him and let your fingers fall away from your lips.
"What am I supposed to wear?"
Your uncle's face contorted into one of confusion. "Huh? What are you talking about? Didn't you hear what I was saying?"
You cringed, realizing that you almost outed yourself. The last thing you needed was your family prying on your love life, or what's left of it. "Nothing, just forget I said anything. What were you saying again?"
"What's going on with you?"
"I told you to forget it, just tell me what you need."
Your uncle didn't waste a second in returning to his rambling. You tried your hardest to listen to him, you really did! It just wouldn't work, your mind kept wandering to a certain date with a certain red-haired cop. Every few minutes your uncle would catch you drifting off, and nudge you with his elbow to gain your attention. You would turn to him and nod as if you were actually listening, while in reality your ears were deaf to his complaints.
"So she tried to hit me with a frying pan! What should I do now?"
Your eyes turned to fall on your uncle's face and you paused, trying to form an answer. "Huh? I'm sorry I didn't catch that."
"_________-chan! Why aren't you listening to me?"
"I was listening!"
"No you weren't! Now tell your dear uncle what's actually going on with you."
"Nothing I promise, I'm just a little distracted."
"You can't expect me to believe that, can you?"
"Oh come on! Tell me."
You finally burst, your uncle's persistent nagging getting the best of you. "A date! That's what is going on with me. Oh god! When was the last time I went on a date? What am I supposed to do? Or wear? Should I do my hair? Oh god! I can't breathe."
Your rambling turned into hyperventilating, while you're uncle chuckled at your expense.
"Finally! My niece on a date! Who's the lucky man?"
"The officer that arrested me last week."
"The officer that arrested you last week?" he deadpanned
"Yes! He's so good-looking goddamn it, and- and I'm… Me! Oh god what am I supposed to do?"
"Calm down, I'll make sure you're ready for your date. I'll just call Momo-chan so she can set you up with an appointment at the salon she goes to."
You calculated your uncle's words and began calming down slowly, a salon might be exactly what you needed. You uncle instantly whipped out his phone and began making the necessary phone calls.
"You're appointment is in two hours, make sure to get there on time so you can get your hair and nails done."
You nodded excitedly and jumped up to hug your uncle. To say he was shocked was an understatement, but he welcomed the rare show of affection and wrapped his arms around you in retaliation.
"Oh! I also called my Momo and she's going to take you out shopping so get dressed."
"Come on! Get up there's no time to waste."
Your uncle pushed you into your room excitedly and went back to making his phone calls. You quickly redressed in robotic motions, your mind unable to understand the situation you were in.
You finally snapped out of your daze in the department store, standing in front of a stall filled with lacy lingerie. Your uncle's new wife; Momo stood next to you while holding up a racy black teddy to her form.
"Momo-chan! What kind of date do you think it is?!"
"You have to spice it up, keep him on edge!"
You groaned in frustration. "Momo-chan!"
"Okay, okay I get it. Let's go look at the new collection of summer dresses."
She hurriedly grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you off to a different area in the store. She didn't hesitate in piling up a selection of colorful dresses in your arms. You were then ushered into a fitting room and instructed to try on the different dresses.
You tried them on one at a time; the blue one with the extremely revealing neckline, the maroon backless one, the extremely tight emerald one. With each dress you tried on defeat began to weigh heavily on you.
You liked you uncle's new wife, but sometimes she could be… hard to deal with. She was a little younger than your uncle, with long blonde locks, a surprisingly fit body and a strange sense of fashion. She could be a little air-headed at times, but you knew she made your uncle happy and that's all you could ask for.
After the exhausting clothes fitting montage you were drained. You sat cross legged on the floor of the fitting room with you head in your hands.
"Oh come on, cheer up! There is still one dress left for you to try on."
You looked up to Momo and unintentionally glared.
"Don't look at me like that. Get up! I want to see that last dress on you."
You begrudgingly stood up, closed the curtain to the fitting room, and began undressing to try on the final dress.
Staring at yourself in the mirror you were shocked, the lavender dress actually looked good on you. Not too tight, not to revealing and it flattered you. It showed the right amount of skin and flowed just right.
"Come out already, what does it look like?"
You opened the curtain to show Momo the dress. She was about to say something but closed her lips and grinned instead. "You look so pretty _________-chan. I think this is our winner."
You rushed to pay for the dress and left the store. You dropped off Momo at her friend's house and hurried to your salon appointment.
In the salon you were happily greeted by the owner. You discussed what you wanted done with hair shortly, and they set off to work. You had decided to get a hair-dye, nothing to extreme just a little lighter in shade than your original hair color.
During the time the hair-dye was setting you were answering different phone calls, because your uncle decided to inform the whole family of his new discovery. You mother cooed at you and you could faintly hear your father in the background threatening to harm your date if he misbehaved. You were just about done with your family's constant interference so you decided to toss your phone aside for a while in favor to getting your nails done.
Almost done you chanted as you were waiting for your nails to dry, but felt something missing. There was a certain foreboding silence around, you remembered your phone and realized its absence was the reason for the silence. You looked around you, trying to find your phone but soon realized that it was missing. You flitted around the salon trying to find where you had misplaced your phone, and just as you were about to give up you heard the unmistakable sound of your ringtone. Your eyes landed on a woman about to exit the salon; your phone clutched in her hand. She flinched under your glare and turned to look at you, she realized your gaze was directed at the phone in her hand and instantly bolted out of the store.
You immediately followed behind her. "Hey you! Where the hell do you think you're going with my phone?!"
She only turned to glance at you before stepping into her car and driving away. On instinct you rushed to get your purse and car-keys and decided to pursue her.
It wasn't exactly a high-speed chase, but the woman was elusive; taking different shortcuts. You were behind the wheel cursing, the cellophane still in your hair while trying to catch up to her car. Unbeknownst to you the woman took the liberty in answering your phone calls for you.
Officer Matsuoka was on break, a cup of hot coffee in his hand and his phone clutched in his other. He decided to give you a call to fill you in on the details for the date, but was greeted instead by the husky voice of a different woman.
"__________? With a voice that sexy you can call me anything you want."
"Who am I speaking with?"
"You're the one calling my phone, shouldn't you know?"
Rin was getting irritated with this strange woman's advances. "I am calling __________ ."
"How rude! Are you accusing me of stealing this phone?"
Rin was about to retort, but suddenly the woman hung up on him. Rin stared at the phone speechless, trying to find an explanation to the strange phone call he just made. Someone must have stolen her phone he thought. With that epiphany a series of thoughts followed; What if she was hurt? What if she got herself into trouble? That would explain why the phone wasn't in her possession. Rin darted into one of the many offices at the police station, and slammed his hand on his coworker's desk to gain his attention. The young man looked up from his police reports to witness an agitated Rin staring right at him, his eyes blazing with anger and worry.
"What is it Matsuoka?"
"I need a favor."
On the other hand you had finally caught up to the woman's car, honking and trying to stop her from getting farther away.
You rolled down your window and called out to her. "Stop the car this instant! You better give me my phone back!"
The woman's car suddenly halted, and you narrowly avoided hitting her car. She stepped out, her facial expressions showed irritation as she marched over to you. You growled inwardly and stepped out of your own car to confront the woman, and take your phone back.
"Stop following me!"
"Are you kidding me? You just stole my phone and made a run for it! Do you expect me to just stand there and do nothing?"
"It's just a stupid phone! I don't get why you're making such a big deal out of it."
"Because it's MY phone!"
You lunged to grab the phone in her hand, but the woman reflexively pulled away. You managed to grasp her wrist, and tried to free the phone from her iron grip. She was struggling to get away from you, spewing random profanities in hopes of distracting you. In the heat of the moment you missed the sound of nearby police sirens, but the sound of a voice calling your name caught your attention. You turned around to see Rin running towards you.
"Damn! The cops are here!" The woman relinquished her hold on your phone and stumbled back to her car, trying to get as far away from the scene as possible.
When Rin finally reached you he noticed your stiff form, the phone clutched protectively in your hand. He instinctively pulled you closer, his hands grabbing you by the shoulders.
"Is everything okay? Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"
His barrage of questions stumped you. "What are you doing here?"
"I tried calling you, but this other woman picked up instead. I worried you might have gotten yourself into trouble so I tracked down the location of the phone number using the police's GPS."
"It was nothing that serious, I was just in the salo-" You paused suddenly and backed away from Rin, your hand shot up to your hair and your fingertips touched the cellophane still in your hair. You blushed profusely and began stammering.
Too embarrassed to handle the situation you jumped back into your car and drove off, leaving a stunned Rin behind.
He stared on as your car disappeared from his sight. He sighed in defeat and his fingers curled into a fist, he felt like punching something but decided to take a calming breath instead.
"Why does she always run away?"
Back at your apartment you were a mess, rushing to rinse the dye out of your hair, and freaking out over what happened with Rin. You eventually settled down in your living room, wearing your blue dolphin pajama bottoms and a white tank top. Your hair was still dripping wet, tied into a messy bun. The hair dye was left on for too long, and the color turned out completely different from what you asked for. You felt defeated, embarrassed and exhausted. You made a total fool of yourself in front of Rin and it was a horrifying experience.
Just as you were about to bust into tears you heard a knock on your door, it was probably your uncle you thought. You walked up to the door ready to tell him off and instead was greeted by the sight of a disheveled Rin.
He grinned before shaking his head. "I told you to call me Rin didn't I?"
"What are you doing here?"
He turned his face away from you, itching the back of his neck absentmindedly. "You just ran away, again… so I got your address from the police directory and decided to come see you."
"I'm sorry for running away like that b-but-" You buried your face in your hands, unable to continue your sentence.
Rin gently pulled your hands away from your face and looked at you, a little downtrodden. "You don't have to be embarrassed."
"How could I not? I looked horrible and I was fighting with some random woman, it was the worst. I also completely ruined our date"
"You didn't, things happen so you shouldn't worry so much. I just wanted to see you, I don't care what you look like or where we are."
Your eyes widened in disbelief. You felt your heart fill to the brim with warmth. "You're really sweet, do you know that?"
It was Rin's turn to stutter. "W-what are you t-talking about. Me… sweet?"
You chuckled at his attempt to deny your accusations. "Thank you, this made me feel much better."
He grinned at you, satisfied with the results of his endeavor. "About that date. How about we just stay at your apartment instead?"
"But my place is a total wreck, and my fridge is practically empty!"
"A coffee would be more than enough." You nodded shyly and shifted from your place at the door, giving him enough space to enter.
He respectfully took his place on your couch and waited as you disappeared into the kitchen. You returned a few minutes later with two cups of coffee in your hands. Rin's eyes raked over your form, he noticed the dolphins on your pajama bottoms and remembered his friend Haruka. He chuckled fondly at the memory, making you frown in question.
You realized he was staring at your pants and slapped yourself mentally. "I d-didn't really k-know you were c-coming. If I did I would've dressed appropriately."
"It's not what you think, it's just that the dolphins reminded me of a friend."
This launched Rin into a detailed account of his friend Haruka, and their high-school years. He told you about their swimming days, and the relays they competed in. You giggled when he told you about his friend's weird habit of wearing his swimsuit under his school uniform, and the rest of the swimming team's antics. He also mentioned officer Yamazaki, whom you instantly remembered and expressed your slight fear of. "He's actually a really nice guy, but he is very serious when it comes to his job." he told you.
A few hours rolled by without either of you noticing, until you glanced the time on the clock hanging in your living room. "Oh! look at the time. I can't believe it's this late."
Rin turned to look at the clock and smiled, "I guess I was too entranced by you to notice either."
You blushed at his compliment. "Even when I look like this?" You pointed to your hair sarcastically
He didn't answer you, but instead reached over to untie your hair sending it tumbling down your shoulders.
He twirled a lock between his forefinger and thumb and smirked. "I like it."
He was so close, you could feel his breath fanning against your face. He inched closer and looked to you, as if asking permission before closing the gap. His lips were a little chapped, but warm and comforting against yours. His hand let go of your hair and slithered up to you neck, craning your head so he can deepen the kiss. Moments later you separated, his eyes were locked with yours and you could feel the intensity of his gaze crawling under your skin.
You were about to lean in again until - "__________-chan!"
You backed away from each other instantly, a little jolted from the interruption. You turned to witness your uncle standing in your apartment, holding a leash tied to his golden retriever. Your uncle lost control over the leash and the dog instantly ran and jumped on the unsuspecting Rin. The dog was slobbering all over his face and you couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
He eventually managed to calm the dog down, petting him lovingly. You refocused on your uncle, an obvious disdain in your eyes to his surprise entrance.
"__________-chan, who is this young man?" You knew that your uncle know who he was, he was just using this opportunity to tease you.
"I'm officer Matsuoka Rin. Nice to meet you." Rin beat you to the introduction.
"Oh I see. I hope you're treating my _________-chan well."
Why does this always happen to you?