The girl painted her nails as she lay on her bed. Her back was against the sheets, and her hands were held above her face. A drop of the polish fell from the brush and splattered onto her white skin. The colour reminded her of the time she went to the beach with her friend, Rin. It was a light green, but still with a murky touch. Rin took her to the beach once, which was a nice time, Gumi remembered. They built a sandcastle, and found seaweed. Though Rin found it would be funny to throw a bunch at her. It stung. Wet, clingy seaweed whipping at her face and smacking her cheeks. Gumi didn't make her pain apparent; instead, in a sweep of anger, she picked up a fistful of scorching sand and threw it into Rin's delicate face.
At the time Gumi wasn't aware of her actions and the effects it would take. But after that it was nothing but a piercing scream that scraped Gumi's ear. Rin moved her hands so quickly to her face it seemed like she had smacked herself. She then stumbled back and fell onto her bottom. The exposed part of her buttocks rubbed against even more of the hot sand and Rin squirmed like a fish on a hook. Gumi stood in horror as she listened to her friend scream and squiggle. Maybe she shouldn't have done that. Maybe she should have let Rin continue or tell her it was hurting. She would have stopped, right? Maybe she would have, maybe she wouldn't have. It was better than Gumi having to watch this, frozen like ice. Eventually she would melt. She was an ice sculpture amidst the heat. She had to melt. She had to.
Gumi through her nail polish at her dark blue wall and watched as the glass shattered and left a green liquid spewing down. A thin line of the polish slid down, reaching all the way to her floor. Good riddance to the polish, she thought. She didn't want reminder of even more bad incidents she caused. All the things she had done to make other people's lives worse, there wasn't much that didn't remind her of the bad things.
The green haired girl grabbed a pillow next to her and slammed it onto her face. Her breathing became steady, but muffled. Her heart needed to slow to a normal pace, she needed to-
KNOCK KNOCK
On her door. Knuckles lightly tapping against the wood that separated her from the rest of the world. Gumi stood up from her bed to groggily open the door to whatever company. The knob was surprisingly cold, and her fingers tingled as she held onto it. Her door slowly crept open, creating a creaking sound. On the other side, she could see Rin Kagamine. In the flesh. Suddenly her door whipped open completely to expose the girl and her brother. Her hip was jutted out, and her hand rested on it. She was looking the other way, as if annoyed. Len was the one who spoke up.
"Hi, Gumi. We knew you would be home at this time, so we decided to let ourselves in, if that's okay." Len's voice was sincere, high, but with a low edge. His smile was small, but it was real. Gumi felt reassured to have him there. She always did. Gumi replicated his smile, so only as to not seem too eager.
"Oh, it's fine really. Uh. Uhm. Wanna move to the kitchen? Might be more comfortable there." She said this while closing her door a little more. She suddenly remembered the nail polish incident that was nickelodeon splatter all over her wall, she didn't want them to see it. She began rubbing her thumb against the wood of the door, feeling overwhelmed with nerves. Len nodded with delight and gently tapped his sister's shoulder. She looked back quickly and sighed.
"Yeah let's sit there I guess." She muttered this and led the way. Len looked at Gumi with a look of embarrassment, still holding his smile. The four of them sat at the wooden chairs of the kitchen table. Gumi stared down and scratched her long nail into the table. She could see white lines forming and replacing the wood she had scratched off. Her white lines were everywhere on the table, showing past moments of insecurity.
"Listen, Rin. I'm really, really sorry about throwing the sand into your face and I-"
"It's fine Gumi. Calm down. We didn't come here to talk about that." Rin was like a sad rock being rubbed against sand paper, each word was hard to get across, even painful. Gumi didn't blame her. It had been three weeks since the beach trip, and things had been tense. As in, Rin ignored all of Gumi's calls, and Gumi ignored her sadness from it. It wasn't that Gumi really enjoyed her time with Rin in the first place. Sure, Rin was a nice girl, but she was bossy at times, and rude. The thing about Rin was, she was Gumi's only friend really. There was the other Vocaloids, but they weren't too fond of her. And there was Len. Oh Len. The accepting, somber, kind boy who was always there when she needed him. Well, he was there when he knew he needed to be. Len didn't come around very much, only when Gumi reached out to him. In this instance, she could tell it wasn't Rin reaching. She was still angry about her pained eyes from the sand storm.
Gumi smiled once again, awkwardly directed towards Rin. "Oh, okay. So? What have you come for?" She twirled her light seaweed hair in her feminine fingers. Her green nail polish rubbed into her hair and even more so on her finger. Gumi's eyes widened as she felt the cool liquid move on her finger and stick to her hair. She yanked her hand down onto the table and gave yet another sheepish smile. Way to go, Gumi. Messing up even more.
"Uuuhh, we wanted to invite you to go camping with us. Friday to Sunday. Would you be up for that? Miku is coming too." Len said this, politely.
Miku Hatsune. Cream of the crop. Queen Bee. Head of the Divas. The lead of all. Gumi knew of her intentions, she knew of her diva ways and her selfishness and acts. Though others might not see it, in fact no one. But Gumi knew it was there, she could smell it in the air when she walked by. It made her back stiffen, her hairs stand up. And she could see the way Len looked at her. With such infatuation. His eyes seemed to gain weight, they sunk, along with his eye lids in such a beautiful way she couldn't explain. His smiles were sincere, unlike any he's ever given to anyone. Gumi could tell when Len mentioned Miku, thought of her, saw her, smelled her, he became lost in a world that was warm and embracing. Miku created that for him. Not Gumi, but that liver spotted bi-
"It's from Friday to Sunday, if you're not at the studio any of those days, girlie." Rin's high pitched, sassy voice arose in the middle of Gumi's thoughts. Now or never. A weekend with Len could be happening. She knew she had no studio days, only Kaito had some. They liked messing with him on the weekends.
The green hair began to flop as Gumi nodded. "Sure, yeah. I'd like that." Already she could feel the excitement swelling up inside of her. A weekend of friendship, and Miku. How hard could that be?
