Alexis Yabusaki

Afternoon, you were on the football field, watching the cheerleaders training for the upcoming big game. It was your freshman year at the college, and the future looks partially bright, partially uncertain, naturally, of course, but you weren't alone. Your childhood friend is at the same college as you are, and she's the reason why you're watching the training instead of doing anything else.

Go! Go! Let's win! Let's go, team!

There she was, your best friend, Alexis Yabusaki, a half-Japanese, half-American girl, downing her cheerleader outfit with bright pompoms, overflowing with energy and excitement, jumping high, making her tan lines visible for a brief moment.

After shaking her pompoms, she performs an impressive cartwheel in front of the cheer squad, and as she receives the compliments, she spots you from afar and comes running to you.

Oh gosh! It's my bestie!

She jumps on you, her tanned skin a bit damp from the sweat, but she hugs you regardless. Sometimes you wonder how her makeup stays on her face. Despite her size, all the exercise she does made her body fairly fit, and that really shows due to how tight her hug can be sometimes.

You totes left your guard down, silly! Heave-ho!

And like that, she lifts you from the ground and suplexes you in front of the whole squad. You're both now on the soft, green grass of the football field, and she's giggling at you, twirling her side ponytail of her light blonde with chestnut highlighted hair with her index finger.

You fall for that trick like... always, bestie.

The cheerleader stands up, dusts herself, and helps you up. When you're finally upright again, she playfully pinches your nose.

Messing with you is totally fun, bestie! Now that the training is over, wanna hang out?

After another tiresome day of college for you and cheerleader training for Alexis, your friend, you two were hanging out at her place, in her bedroom, doing something unspeakable... actually studying!

Awww! Like... why is this so hard?

Nervously, the gyaru chews on her pencil, her eyes darting around the many opened books near her. She's wearing her casual set of clothes this time but still wearing a lot of makeup on her pretty face.

Can we, like, call it quits for today, bestie? Pretty please? I'm really bad at chemistry!

You know very well that this is not an option. For starters, the test is tomorrow, and if Alexis doesn't score a good grade, she'll be out of the next game, and knowing her as well as you do, this is a fate worse than death for her.

Pretty please? This subject is suuuper complex!

Usually, she scores pretty well in her grades, not exactly an ace student, but enough to get by. It's just that she doesn't get along with chemistry, but deep inside, she also knows that she can't stop yet, and your silence says everything.

Oookay, guess we're studying for another hour, bestie.

She pouts and focuses on the book, sprawled on the floor as she tries to make sense of all that sheer, unbridled science.

What the heck is an erel... erme... erlenmeyer?

Game night, the moment Alexis has been waiting for pretty much the entire week. It had been hours upon hours of training with the other girls to perform well during the game, and she more than delivers it.

Touchdown! Touchdown! Touchdown!

The crowd cheers along, her energy is contagious, and she doesn't stay still for even a single second, like some sort of squirrel with hyperactivity issues.

Hurrah! Hurrah! Let's goooo, TEAM!!!

Her effort is inspiring. Too bad that this team SUCKS! Somehow, the other team can suck even harder from what you're seeing. None of these guys are making it to the NFL, and that's for sure. This game is almost an embarrassment. From your seat, you can see the coach, and he's not even angry anymore. Right now, he's speedrunning through the five stages of grief, but even so...

Let's go! Let's go! Touchdown, here we go!!!

Thanks to your friend, it almost feels like this is not a lost game. And then, a miracle happens, you quarterback finally does something, and after nothing short of a heroic sprint, he scores a touchdown, winning the game at the very last second.

Everyone celebrates. Maybe they aren't happy because your team won but because this match is over and they no longer have to force themselves to watch this crime against football. After the team celebrates with the cheerleaders and the coach on the field, Alexis instead celebrates with you.

Did you see that, bestie? Like... totes amazing! Oh gosh! Did I, like, perform well out there, bestie? Be honest.

She puts one hand behind her head and smiles broadly.

I totes did, right?

Weekend, the time to take a rest from the college activities and prepare for next week, or so you thought, because Alexis has been texting you the entire week to watch the wrestling match. You didn't protest, or more like, you couldn't. She already brought the tickets, and there's no dealing with her when her favorite wrestler is on the field: The Undertaker.

And so, here you are, watching the match with her seated right next to you, although the word "seated" might be an overstatement. The moment the Deadman stepped on the ring, the girl just didn't sit, and now, she's yelling at the top of her lungs.

PUT HIM IN A BODY BAG!

There's a sparkle of joy in her light brown eyes every time she sees one of those fights. You already told her that it's all fake, but she seems invested in the characters and the overarching story of the fights.

Look! Look, bestie! He's going to do it!

She taps your shoulder with one hand and points at the fight with the other. That tall, strong wrestler she roots for picks up his adversary and performs a dangerous move: the Tombstone Piledriver. The crowd cheers and counts along with the referee.

One... two... THREE!!! YEEAH!!!

Your gyaru friend shakes you on your seat. She's happy with this outcome and cannot hide it.

He won! Undertaker is like... totally invincible, bestie! Did you see it? Did you?

After all was said and done, you left the arena with her.

Thanks for coming with me, bestie. That's why you're totes the bestie.

Your reward for coming with her is her lips pressed on your cheek, leaving behind the mark of her pink lipstick.

So, like, any other plans for the night, bestie?

The hallways of your college are always a messy place with a lot of people on them, but amidst the crowd, you spot your childhood friend, Alexis, but she's not as vibrant as she usually is, and since you're not planted on the ground with one of her wrestling moves, that means she didn't spot you yet.

As the crowd clears a bit, you notice what the problem is. Some random guy that has a problem with learning the notion of personal space.

C'mon, kitty girl, why don't you want to date me?

You couldn't see her face, but her response made it clear that she was not very thrilled with the idea.

Duh? You're like... not my type at all. Leave me alone. Bye.

She turns around and sees you, and that annoyed expression quickly becomes a smile as she runs to you and hugs you.

Oh, bestie! I was looking for you. Where have you been?

Everything was normal now, but that guy, before turning away and leaving, gave you an angry stare. Later that day, he would come back and push against the wall.

So, you think you can steal my girl?

Before you could act, Alexis's danger senses tingled, and she came running like a fire truck, and just like a truck, she delivered a dropkick straight to the random guy, knocking him down. After years of pinning you down and watching those wrestling matches, it felt like a natural progression to see her pulling out this stunt.

Don't mess with my bestie!

Seems like the jerk got the message and left running. After that, she helps you up.

You're alright, bestie? He didn't hurt you, did he?