"Boy Meets Girl"
Ori  
((Ori_author@hotmail.com))Rating: PG

Notes:  Struck by a random idea when mindlessly
listening to my Sunset Boulevard soundtrack.
Two out of three stories have thus far come
from songs.  :)  OH!  Alt reality first season.
Superpowers not awakened yet.  Mamoru is twentyish and Usagi is eighteen.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon.  It might
be nice tho.  I'm only in HS, I have nothing
you'd want to sue me for...especially not this computer.  Promise!---

Chapter 3: Girl Finds Boy At Her . . .

    At midnight, Usagi woke from her nap.  'Why on Earth would I have 
woken up at this time of night?'  Then, she remembered the sewingmachine.  
Hopping up out of bed, Usagi went to investigate.  
    After checking it over really quickly, she sighed thankfully. Nothing was
broken, and with an old machine such as this one, that could have beena 
possibility.  'At least he knew what he was doing,' she mused. Climbing back 
into bed, she pulled the covers up and started to dream up reasons whya man 
would need her sewing machine, and more importantly, why he would know 
how to use it.    Too bad those dreams kept her from setting the alarm.
    A key turned in the door.  Hearing a click, Usagi sat straight upand looked 
over at the clock.  'Kami-sama!  It's 8:30!  At least it's Sunday. . 
.but...HE'S here!'  
She quickly glanced around the room and elected to hide where shethought she 
would be least noticeable.
    Just as Mamoru was two steps from opening the bedroom door, Usagidove 
under the bed.
    All Mamoru could think about was sleep.  Being an intern at thehospital 
wasn't easy work, especially when on the night shift.  Quickly shuckingoff 
everything but his boxers, he crawled into bed.  
    Usagi tried to make herself smaller as the weak bed sagged almostto the 
floor.  Trying to block out all the other noise, she attempted to counthis 
breaths, to see when he was asleep.  It wasn't working.  Mentally, Usagi kicked 
herself.  
'Baka heartbeat!  Just because you saw all those clothes hit the floor.. .'  
Gradually, her heart slowed down, and Usagi could easily tell that theman's 
breathing was even.    He was asleep.
    Very carefully, Usagi crawled out from under the bed.  Not knowinghow 
sleepy Mamoru was, she thought one little noise would have busted her.
    Mamoru, sleeping peacefully, had little warning that his dreamswere about 
to be interrupted.
    Usagi's foot had caught the night table on her way out from underthe bed,
and as a result, the glass she had on it came crashing down.
    Usagi heard a CRASH from behind her.  Her immediate reaction was to
scream.  And scream loudly.
    Mamoru sat straight up, eyes wide open.  "What in the name of allthat's
Holy is going on?!?"  His eyes flashed dangerously as he surveyed theroom.
When he caught sight of Usagi, shivering in a ball on the floor, hiseyes
narrowed.  "WHO are you, WHY are you in my apartment?!" he raged.
    Usagi managed to squeak out, "OUR apartment," before she bolted out
of the bedroom and out of the apartment.
    Mamoru leaned back against the pillows, then sighed.  He was awakeand
angry.  He needed to talk to Motoki, and he might as well go getbreakfast 
from the Arcade.

--Chapter 4: An Interview With a Waitress