Love is great(da, da, da, da)
Siku looked up from her textbook and frowned, listening to the cheerful music that blared out of the speakers. "All right, who decided this, was music?" she asked, looking around the room.
Eva looked over at her from the bed and grinned. "Aw, Dhani, don't tell me you don't like the Cosmic Angels. Their music is... sheer poetry."
"Really," said Rebecca, who was sitting on the floor, pretended to agree. "I mean, everyone loves the Cosmic Angels. It's such... unassuming music."
Siku raised one brow quizzically. "Unassuming of what? That the listener has a brain?"
The three other girls in the room laughed. It was a Thursday afternoon and the four of them were studying together in the room Eva and Siku shared. "Okay, I'll change the station," Brenda said, leaning over and adjusting the knob to the radio.
"How about we try studying without any music at all?" Siku suggested.
"Aw, c'mon Dhan, lighten up," Eva suggested.
"Yeah, I like having music in the background." Brenda stopped the dial on a soft rock station. "Is this better?"
Siku listened for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, I can take Jewel a lot easier than I can take the Cosmic Angels. Bletch!"
"My little sister loves them," Rebecca commented, rising to her feet. "That's all she talks about. She wants to marry Danny Angel."
"Don't worry, Becca, she'll outgrow it." Eva said, sympathetically.
"Yeah, in the meantime, that's why I don't go home for weekends often." Rebecca wandered over to the window, looking outside. "The room I share with her looks like a Cosmic Angel explosion."
"Eww!" Brenda said.
"Yeah, it's really..." Rebecca stopped suddenly, her attention focusing on something going on outside of the dorm.
"Really what?" Siku prompted her.
"Oh my God!" Rebecca exclaimed, ignoring Siku's question. "Ice check!"
Immediately, Eva and Brenda rose to their feet, going over to the window. "Ice check?" Siku asked, staying at her desk.
"Cute guy," Eva explained.
"A cute guy is an Ice check?" Siku was even more surprised.
"Yeah. You know, if you work in a movie theater or something and there is a cute guy you want to look at, so you go 'check on the ice'." Rebecca explained.
"Oh my, he is fine," Eva said, looking out the window. "Look at that hair!"
"I love guys with long hair," Rebecca said, wistfully.
"And that color!" Brenda added. "Ooooh, I'll bet it's got the texture of silk."
"Wouldn't you just love to run your fingers through it?" Eva asked, going over to her desk and taking out a small pair of binoculars.
"Yeah," Rebecca agreed.
"Nice body too." Brenda licked her lips, pushing her dark hair off her shoulders. "Definitely someone who believes in working out."
"Did it ever occur to you that he might not appreciate being treated like an object?" Siku asked, still not rising from her desk.
"Aw, he doesn't even know we're doing it," Eva said, looking through the binoculars at the figure below.
"Oh, that makes it all right then," Siku said, shaking her head. Although she was acting annoyed, part of her enjoyed this scene. It reminded her of times with Cierra, who she badly missed sometimes. They still saw each other on weekends and they spoke quite often, but it was not quite the same as having her around all the time, in the same school, going to the same classes. "You girls are terrible."
"Nope, we just admire nice scenery," Brenda said. She reached out and grabbed the binoculars from Eva. "Lemme see."
"Greedy!" Eva said, but surrendered them easily.
Brenda put them to her eyes and looked out. "Oh, he's older though. He's probably pushing forty."
"Really?" Rebecca said, her voice filled with disappointment. "Gimme." When the binoculars were handed over to her, she looked through them. "But he's a well-preserved pushing forty," she said. "And he's got the cutest butt."
"Yeah, that's for sure," Eva sighed. "Look at those legs, that chest. I wish it was warmer and he was wearing shorts. Mmmmm!"
"Oh, he's got the cutest face!" Rebecca exclaimed. "And the most kissable lips I've seen in a long time."
"Yeah, I wonder if he's married?" Brenda pondered.
"I wonder what he's doing here?" Eva asked.
"I wonder what his eyes look like under those shades," Rebecca said, licking her lips.
The last comment caught Siku's attention. She rose from her desk and started heading over.
"I'll bet they're bluer than Siku," Rebecca said dreamily.
"No, with that hair, they're probably as green as the grass on a spring day," Brenda disagreed. "I love guys with green eyes."
Siku looked out the window at the man causing all the attention and smiled slowly. "Wow, you're right. He is fine."
"He reminds me of someone," Eva said. "I just can't remember who... someone I've seen before. Maybe a singer."
"Maybe." Siku turned from the window, took her jacket off the back of her desk chair, and started putting it on.
"Where are you going?" Eva asked.
"I'm going to go talk to him," Siku said calmly. "Someone that fine is too good to just look at."
The other three girls turned from the window, dumbfounded. "You're really going to just go out and talk to him?" Eva said.
"Sure, why not?" Siku said. "I doubt he bites."
"But...but..." Brenda said, looking shocked. "He's a stranger!"
"A stranger is just a friend we haven't met yet," Siku said, grabbing her keys and heading for the door.
"Are you sure that's smart?" Rebecca added.
Siku shrugged. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained." She opened the door and walked out of the room.
The three girls stared at each other. "I don't believe this, Dhani is just going to go down and talk to this guy?" Brenda asked. "Dhani? The shy one?"
"Our Dhani is more complex than we thought," Eva said.
The three girls turned back to the window to see what would happen.
Siku hurried down the stairs and out the door to the dormitory. Smiling, she ran over to the man her girlfriends had been staring at and threw her arms around him. "I'm so glad to see you."
"Good t'see you too," the man said, hugging her tightly. "So how's my favorite niece?"
"I'm just fine, Uncle Remy."
The "song" used at the beginning is not a real one. It is something I came up with while having a couple glasses of wine with some friends and laughing over bad lyrics to silly love songs. It represents all the bad lyrics we've ever heard from Top 40 radio over the years. Although, knowing my luck, someone else actually did come up with the exact same ones and put them in a song that I've either A: Never heard or B: Never cared enough to listen to closely. Also, the Cosmic Angels aren't real either... at least I hope they're not.
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