Author's Note: Here is the third chapter! A little later than I planned, but I hope you like it!
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. They all belong to Akira Amano
Warnings: Fan-service? Definite OOC-ness. Bad grammar (No spell check either). Punctuation and me don't mix well. If there is anything that anyone thinks I should put in warning please let me know!
Today is Saturday and as usual I was doing nothing. With nothing to do I found myself opening the wallet I found yesterday to try and find a way to return it to that girl. I stared at the school id that was in the wallet and tried to think whether I had seen that school before. The name didn't seem familiar. Closing it back up i turned it around in my hands, thinking of how to return it to her. There was a knock on my door.
Quickly hiding it I went to open the door. "Time for breakfast!" Mom said before I even had it all the way open.
"Ok." I followed her down and settled at the table while she served the food. We ate our food in a comfortable silence. Suddenly, I got a strange feeling like I couldn't stay in the house anymore. I needed to go out.
"Mom, is it ok if I go out?" I asked, smiling brightly.
It was hard to miss the worry in her eyes as she bit her lip. I hated to see her so worried. I wish I could tell her that there was no reason to worry. Everything was ok and I was fine, but I knew it was no use; it never worked. "Where to?"
I don't know was definitely not going to get me anywhere, but I was at a loss. Where could I go that she wouldn't freak out. "I've been wanting to buy some new shoes, so the shopping district." I lied. I cringed inwardly. It seemed like I have been lying a lot lately.
"I don't think going by yourself is a good idea, Tsu-kun." She said softly.
I tried to smile, but couldn't manage more than a grimace. It was always painful to hear her treat like more of a child than I was. "I'll be fine." I assured. "I always have been." It was low, but sometimes the only way was to guilt trip her. Make her see that she was treating me too differently than before. She had already agreed that nothing would change, but everything had changed. I hated it and if I had to stoop to lousy measures to be allowed to do something normal then I would.
She relented, "Alright." I knew she was not happy with me, but sometimes it got tiring to be a golden child. It was hard to pretend to be 24/7 for her sake.
I hurriedly got up and went to get ready before she could change her mind. She walked me to the door ; she was still hesitant to let me go. I inwardly sighed, but outwardly smiled at her. I held up my phone, "I have my phone, mom, so just call if you need anything."
Kissing her cheek I left, waving back at her after she told me to be careful. It wasn't far to the shopping district and I took my time going. It was full, but that isn't a surprise it usually is.
I looked through all the shop windows to see if there was anything interesting and found nothing. I scowled a little as I looked at my phone. It had only been an hour since I left and mom has already called me 10 times. I let the call go to voicemail this time, and felt both smug and guilty about it. I loved my mom to death, but sometimes I just couldn't deal with the helicopter parenting.
When she called back right away I gave up and answered. "Hi mom... Yeah, sorry, I was trying on some clothes and couldn't get to my phone quick enough." See? More lies. "I'll be home in a few hours... I don't know what time... When I find a pair that I like... I gotta go, mom. Bye bye." She let me go.
I resumed looking from shop to shop. When I entered one particular shop I stopped in my tracks. It was that guy! What was he doing here? Not wanting to be caught blatantly staring at him again I made my way to the back of the store and looked at him out of the corner of my eye.
He looked really out of place in the toy shop for some reason. Maybe the bored and uninterested expression was the reason. What was he even doing here if it wasn't interesting to him? Then again it wasn't very interesting to me either I just came in to get out of the heat for a bit.
He must have felt my gaze because he started to turn his head my way. I turned quickly and pretended to examine two particular toys, my heart pounding. His gaze never left me, so I decided that was my cue to leave and practically ran out of there.
I stopped at an ice cream shop to both rest and have some. It's been a long time since I was able to have some. Mom was insistent in eating only healthy foods, as if that would change anything.
I watched as people passed by, friends, families, and couples. They all looked so happy and I felt jealousy creep up on me, but I squashed it down; reasoning that like everything else it wouldn't change anything, still I couldn't stop the ache in my heart. I couldn't stop wondering if I would be able to have that, too.
I didn't really have any friends, though mostly because of me. The only family I had is my mom and if I don't have friends I definitely don't have a girlfriend.
There needed to be some changes. I needed to change, I knew that, but it was hard. How do you go from being unhappy to being happy? How do you break the box that you enclosed your heart in so no one could get in? How do you tell someone that you want to be saved without them getting uncomfortable and scared?
"You're crying." What sounded like an uninterested person commented. Why say something if you don't care? I frowned. I hadn't even realized I was crying. I quickly wiped my eyes and turned to the voice, almost falling out of my seat when I saw who it was. It was him!
"Thanks?" I said unsurely. He just shrugged, not caring. Jerk. He didn't leave though, instead sitting down across from me ice cream in hand.
He didn't show any signs of acknowledging me any further and I huffed a little. I resumed my people watching, still a little sad. He surprised me by speaking a little after he sat down.
"I saw you in the park last time, right?" I couldn't help but snort a little laugh. When was last time? When he caught me staring or before that? Maybe after?
He glared at me and I felt a small smile creep up on my face before I responded, "Yeah." I confirmed.
A soft humming was the only response I got for a moment. "You didn't happen to see a black womans wallet there, did you?" He didn't even sound curious, still just uninterested. Maybe that's just how he talks?
I silently reached into my backpack, glad I had decided to bring it in case I bought a lot of stuff, and even more glad I decided to bring the wallet, too. I pushed it across the table toward him.
There was suspicion in his eyes and I felt offended. "I found it in the park yesterday!" I scowled at him. "You can look inside everything is still in there."
He just smirked and it was the first expression I'd seen on his face that was different from his uninterested expression. He snorted a little, "Like I know what she keeps in there." He took it anyway. "Well, see you." His uninterested expression was back in place.
For some reason I felt this sudden urge to know his name and I ended up grabbing his hand before he started to walk away. He raised an eyebrow at me and I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times before my voice decided to work. "I'm Tsuna. What's your name?" I ended with a smile, while letting go of his hand, aware of how strange it was.
There was a strange look in his eyes and I forced myself not to shift under his intense stare. After a few seconds of silence he responded, "Giotto," and with that he left.
Giotto. The way he had acted it was like he didn't really interact much with people. I wondered if he had many friends? He should, right? He looked like someone that was popular, someone that was always surrounded by people.
He kind of gave me the impression that he was lonely or maybe I was just wanting to see something that wasn't there. I was lonely, but that didn't mean everyone else was, too.
Mom was calling again. I wasn't upset this time; it was actually a surprise she refrained from calling for so long. "Hey, mom... Yeah, I'm on my way home now... No, there wasn't anything that I liked... Ok, be home in a bit."
I made my way home feeling a little happy about how my day went. It was a lot more eventful than any other days I've had lately. My mom met me at the door and kissed her on the cheek, thanking her for letting me go out.
She was shocked, but she was smiling, too. "You're in a good mood. Did something happen?"
I smiled, "Not really. It was just nice to be out for a while. It's been a long time since I've been out for more than just going to school and coming back."
The guilt was clear as day on her face and I felt bad. "Mom, it's ok. I know you're just worried, but maybe I can go out a little more often?" I asked lightly, not wanting to pressure her.
A smile lit up her face, "If going out a few hours a day puts a smile like that on your face I think I can let you go out a little more often."
I beamed at her and told her I was going to go change into something more comfortable.
I absently thought of Giotto and smiled a little. He seemed nice enough, but there was something about him I couldn't quite put my finger on. I shrugged, whatever.
It was the end of summer when I officially met Giotto.
Well, they officially met! Yay!
i'd like to take the chance to thank YamiKeitsuki822 for reviewing! Heres a hug for you! *hugs tightly* Also, I know the first two chapters are a little sad, but this is mostly a happy and light-hearted story, though there will most likely be angst here and there!
Again, thank you for reading!