Ciaossu~ Its Rin once again~!
This is just a random fanfic of my good childhood friend shipped with random things~
Its totally knot because he wrote thing about me, and I'm doing this to get revenge~
Just sayinggg this might get/become very awkward so be warned~
~~~~Now continuing~~~~
Joey X Table
Awoken by the sound of the birds chirping, Joey opened his eyes to be greeted by the warm sunlight rays streaming through his blinds. He stretched his arms outward and yawned. Today, would be another ordinary day of going to school. He swiftly swung his legs out from the bed
and prepared his daily morning routine.
"Joey-kun! ComE downsTAIRS for BREAkfAST!" His mother called.
"HAI OKA-SAN!" He replied back
While he was buttoning his shirt he trotted downstairs and smelled the delicious breakfast his mother made for him. But once he laid eyes on his… delicious mahogany table he got a little bit embarrassed and slowed his gait. He wasn't quite prepared to be seeing table so early in the morning today. As he slid into his chair he was noticing the table and it's sleek varnish. Mother must have polished the table yesterday, and the polish only made the table even more beautiful than it usually looked.
"What's WRONG SWEEATY?" His mother eyed Joey seeing him not touching his plate of eggs.
"Nothing's wrongggggggggggggggggggg lel." Joey replied back
He hesitantly picked his up fork and pushed around his eggs around the plate. His mother frowned and scolded him. He then took a deep breath and scooped a bit of eggs and brings it near his lips. He almost took a bite but felt very self-conscious of the table. He felt like his whole inner being was being ripped open by the table. The table could see every single flaw and imperfections and he felt very embarrassed and frustrated. Just once, just once… He wanted to know what the table felt about him. He was able to take a bite of his eggs but soon found himself being unable to finish. He wanted to quickly go to school but then again he would feel sad and lonely throughout the whole day.
"Seriously you aren't eating your special eggies sweeaty." his mother said.
"it's daijoubu, watashi wa not hungry." he replied.
His mother picked up his plate and set it off to the counter and pushed him to hurry off to school. Tapping on his shoes and picking up his canvas bookbag, he made his way to school…
*aat school derp*
He dragged his feet across the hallways ignoring the rustling and bumble of the school ambience. Sighing, he made his way to his locker and put his textbooks in there. With a heavy heart, he closed his locker and started thinking about his dearly beloved, table. If only the table and I could convey words and hold a conversation together. For some reason the table was always quiet, and stoic. But for some reason it mystified him, The table was like a magnet and its mysterious aura only dragged him in deeper. It was only a matter of time before he slipped into the deep dark abyss of "love."
"Oi, why aren't u getting into ur closs?" a voice said to him
"Oh, sorry I'm going to go very soon sensei." Joey replied to the voice
Handa-sensei, a young math teacher who recently transferred into Joey's school. He was also his homeroom and he often liked nagging him to get to class. Joey eyed the clock and he had at least 2 more minutes before the bell rang. 'Oh shiert' he thought in his mind. Handa-sensei gave him an apologetic look and patted his shoulder. Handa-sensei kind of had this weird aura around him and it seemed like he only acted this way when Handa-sensei was with Joey. Joey had a thought that maybe Handa-sensei had a thing for him but he merely brushed the thought away. While Joey was walking-jogging to his classroom Handa-sensei looked at Joey's back with a sad but longing gaze.
*after school nows lel derp*
Finally it was time to go home, Joey pulled out his iphone3 and checked if he gotten any recent text messages. He saw that he had only juan text message, from his mother.
I am going to be late today sweeatie because I have works oki. -From Oka-san
Joey sighed and walked home and watched the sunset. The sun was dipping down and the sky was filled with warm pinks and oranges, it looked as if the sky had come out of a painting. Then Joey realized, if his mother was coming home late then that means… He would be with table all a lone for a long time. The mere thought had his heart racing and jumping. He felt like anybody could hear the pitter patter of his heart and he steadied his hand on his chest to try to lessen it. But to no avail. He realized he had already arrived at his doorstep and with a gulp he unlocked his door and went inside.
All was still. He slipped off his snookers and dropped his book-bag on the side. There was no sound to be made and all the lights were off. One by one he turned on the lights, slowly making his way to the kitchen. His heart thumping out of his chest he finally turned on the kitchen light. There, behold the beautiful table. He was struck by awe and didn't realize how majestic the table was. The beautiful cut of the wooden posts of its legssssss and how the corners were oh so sharp. The corners were so sharp they cut into his heart. He had fallen so hard for the table. He realized that he was just standing there admiring the table for a good 5 minutes and cleared his throat. The table probably thought that he was a weirdo just standing there staring at him. Joey though that this was a good opportunity to strike a conversation with the table. He slid into the chair and tried to talk with the table.
"So…. how's your day? Joey said.
"..." the table said.
"I had a pretty ordinary day at school." Joey said.
"..." the table said.
"What do you do at home?" Joey said.
"..." the table said.
It was difficult for Joey to make a conversation with him because the table probably dismissed Joey's lame chit chat because the table is too cool for him. I wish I was as cool like the table, Joey thought. He wondered how he would be able to get closer to the table. Realizing that this was getting no where he stood up but realized he stood up too quickly and he stumbled on his toes because he's a clumsy bitch and he fell on the table.
"Gesp." Joey said.
"..." the table said.
When Joey realized his body was on the table his face started to flush bright red like a tomato. What am I doing?! He thought but he didn't want to get up. And then he realized the table caught him when he fell and in his mind he thought that despite the table with its cold personality, it actually had a really warm and gentle side too.
"Oh…. thank you, you saved me.." Joey whispered.
"..." the table retorted.
Joey laid like that for awhile, him and the table not uttering a single word but enjoying each other's company and presence.
"TADAIMAAAAA SWEEATYYYY!" Joey's mother said opening the door
Joey got flabbergasted and quickly stood up and sat on the chair looking a little breathless.
"O.o are u daijoubu sweeaty? What were u doing?" His mother said noticing how out of breath and flushed his face was.
"Uh nothing oka-san It's nandemonai-desu." Joey replied.
Joey tried to look as natural as possible but the only thing he was thinking in his head was how he was laying right on top of the table. He wished he had stroked its smooth table top. Dismissing the thought, he felt like a pervert and tried to get it out of his mind. But still the only thing he could think of was the table… Even eating dinner was painful for him because the table had maintained its stoic attitude, acting like nothing had ever happened between the two. And then he made up his mind. He would confess to the table after midnight.
*midnite time derp*
Once Joey's mother had started snoring, Joey snuck out into the hallway. He stood there for a sec and recited his speech and mentally prepared himself for an answer. Once he felt that he was ready, he made his way downstairs careful not to make a noise. And then he reached the threshold of the kitchen and with each step, he felt powerful and he felt like he could do anything in the world with all the courage he had right now in him. He would finally confess his undying love he had for the table. He had fallen in love with the table for only 13.5 hours, but realized that, the table was the only one for him. He sat down in the chair and made heavy eye contact with the table. With a deep breath he spoke…
"Uhm, so I have soemhing to say…" Joey said
"..." the table said.
"I've been keeping in some feelings for 13.5 hours, which is pretty long." Joey said.
"..." the table said.
"I realized that with each every passing hour, and those hours I was away from you, I realized how beautiful you are, your polished and perfectly crafted table legs. And then your smooth flat table top that would hold my meals." Joey said.
"..." the table said.
"I've come to hold feelings for you table, and I hope that you can be my lover and I hope that you don't dismiss my feelings as pure temporary attachment." Joey said."
"..." the table said.
"Creak." the table said.
Joey was unable to contain his gasp. For once the table had actually replied him to and he said… Yes. Unable to keep his shaking hands still, he rested them on the table. The table had felt warm and Joey liked the warmness of the table and smiled gleefully because for once their hearts had connected. His painful worries of the table rejecting him were dismissed and he felt that he could see the table's wooden heart and he realized he now had a place in that very wooden heart of it. Joey sat there with the table and talked with the table until the break of dawn. When his mother woke up, she saw Joey sleeping at the table with a smile plastered on his face. For many years onwar, Joey and the table, will be together.
~~~Fin.~~~