My Lie Is Average
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A/n: For MeMelo. To do what the real MLIA does best... cracking smiles. *cookies*
He said, let's go watch the meteor shower.
They sneaked out that night. (Or so she did, at any rate.) He waited for her out in the street, his Cheshire grin lighting up the night as she struggled down the rainspout. It was a treacherous climb - her shoulders seizing up every time an especially loud snort erupted from down the hall, rattling the balcony doors. Three metres down she lost her footing - a single missed step - and tumbled right into his arms. There was a thunderous crash as he, in turn, staggered and crashed against a nearby garbage can.
(Shhhhh...)
Her arms around his waist, he rode the bicycle uphill. He pedalled with a savage recklessness - almost causing her to pee her pants when they sailed downhill. Frightened out of her wits, she yelled for him to slow down.
Are you kidding? I'm going as slow as I can.
(And yet, the night breeze no longer nip at her cheeks.)
They sat on the damp grass in a clearing. It was cold. She hadn't counted on bringing a jacket. She sneezed. The next moment she found herself swallowed in the warm folds of his sweater. Flustered, she pushed it away - stammering that she was okay absolutely fine her nose was only itchy and baka he was only wearing a t-shirt underneath so he should keep it because -
That's all right, he reassured with a grin, idiots don't get colds.
Later, the grogginess began to set in. How much longer, she asked, her head lolling sleepily against his shoulder.
Soon, he said.
They waited. And waited. She grumbled that they had school tomorrow. Are you sure it's tonight, Kaito?
Yes.
Later, she didn't know how much time had passed - only that it was really comfortable cuddling up against the boy. Her head on his shoulder, her breath tickling the nape of his neck , savouring his warmth. Suddenly, she felt his shoulder give a hasty jerk. She opened her eyes, surprised.
Look, look! He cried. Pointing at a light blinking from above.
Aoko, look!
Kaito, that's an airplane.
Oh.
He made a face. She laughed.
Let's go home, she said, stifling a yawn.
Okay, he said.
Let's.
He tugged the sweater tighter around her.
The bike ride back home was less wobbly. She dozed off, one cheek pressed against his back. Several times he had to grab onto her arms to make sure they were still there, safely clasped around his waist.
The streetlamps were broken.
Kaito.
Hm?
It didn't look like a star at all.
I know.
Then why did you pretend that it was? Her voice was faint. Slurred.
Hm.
Kaito?
Don't fall asleep, Aoko. We're almost there.
Hmmm....
Silently, he looked up toward the sky. The stars returning his grin.
(Because it would make you laugh.)
