When the show ends and curtain call comes, I can't help but to smile and clap. I walk to the front of the stage and wait for him to be done with congratulations. I watch him. He looks so happy. That's good.

I shake my head and frown. Rin, you can't fall in love with him. He's using you. He doesn't care about you.

When everything has settled down, he walks over to me and waves. "Am I bringing you home?"

"Yeah,"

"Okay!" He reaches to grab my hand, but decides it's best not to and waves for me to follow him.

I follow him for a while before I put my hand in his. I look at the ground and my face is hot and clenches his hand around mine. Once we get into his car, he opens the passenger side and shuts it once I get in, then he gets into his side.

"You, uh… You did pretty okay." I say awkwardly once he starts to drive. He flashes me a charming smile and says, "Pretty okay is pretty fantastic, coming from you," We're silent for a few minutes, except for the occasional directions to my house. "What are you trying to do, Len?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"You're being nice to me. You're complimenting me. I hope you know, I will not be one of those girls that cling to you. I see straight through your intentions."

"Oh," he replies quietly. I can't see his face, it's too dark. We go quiet again.

"Rin?"

"What?"

"How many friends do you have?" He asks. Silence is my reply. "Oh," is all he mumbles.

We get into my neighborhood but he stops on the side of the rode. "What are you doing?" I ask. He steps out of the car and opens the door for me. "Please, get out." I frown and slip out of the car, standing up straight. We stand, facing each other. He looks me in the eye, and then wraps his arms around me, embracing me with a hug. His voice is muffled because his face is in my shoulder. "I'll be your friend, Rin, I promise. Even if you leave this school, I'll be your friend. We'll be friends, okay?"

"O-okay," my voice cracks. I feel my eyes start to water. "I'm not trying to get anything out of you," He mumbles. "I'm here to make you happy. We're going to be friends, and you'll be happy, right?" I'm crying now. I nod. I can hear his heartbeat as we stand there in silence, hugging.

He lets go after a long moment and kisses my forehead. He helps me back into the passenger side and starts to drive again. "Pull out your phone; I'll give you my number,"

I do as he says and type in his number with shaking hands. After I put it back, I laugh a little. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this… people are just not very nice to me…" I say shakily. He smiles at me. I see my house and point. "There is it, thank you for taking me home,"

"It's cool,"

"My sister will probably want to meet you,"