A/N: Kerii-tan: Hello, everyone! Sorry for the late-ish update. This is the last part of the third day!
(When Rin and Len are together at least.) Finished writing this on Halloween~ :D
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing!

Chapter 14: Rin's POV

Day 3; Part 2: Okay, My Life Officially Sucks.

When I woke up, I felt like shit.

Well, to be blunt.

"Oh, God…" I grumbled, sitting up as I scratched my head. I don't what it was exactly, but my head hurt and

my body ached all over. I groaned once again and fell back onto my pillow, but flinched when I felt my hand

hit something.

"Huh, what the—" I muttered, sitting up again due to shock and saw that what my hand hit was Len's face.

He made a tired face expression and moaned, starting to shift onto his left side, facing away from me. I frowned and slapped his shoulder in an attempt to wake him up.

"Len, you oaf, get up!" I urged, shaking him back and forth, and he groaned, now lying on his stomach.

"Nngh, wha' ya' want…?" he asked, his voice muffled by the pillow and I shook him again.

"Geeeet uppppuhhhh." I repeated, still shaking him and he groaned.

"Nooope, sorryyyy…"

I practically heard the smirk in his voice.

"LEN!" I hopped on his back this time and started pounding on his head with my fists. "FREAKING GET UP!"

"I CAN'T WHEN YOU'RE SITTING ON ME!"

"YESSS YOUUUU CANNN!"

"NOOO IIII CANNNNOOOOT!"

"LEN!" I bounced on his back once, and he made this really weird noise that sounded funny. "GET—" I bounced again."UP!" And again.

"OKAY, DON'T FRICKIN' KILL ME!" Len shouted from under the pillow and pushed himself up, causing me to fall over—luckily on the bed this time.

I grunted as I landed on my back with my legs in the air as Len sat up sleepily.

"Geez, Rin, what the hell…" Len winced, rubbing his back, obviously in pain. I grinned and sat up, crossing my legs.

"Excited that it's the last day, Len?" I asked him in a teasing voice, and Len eyed me accusingly.

"Not really." He answered, and I pursed my lips. But then, Len's expression became something more thoughtful.

"Wha…what is it?" I asked carefully, and he shrugged.

"I'unno, you seem to be in a good mood or something."

I paused for a second, frowning.

Huh. Maybe torturing Len does make me feel better.

"Oh, Rin!" Len clapped his hands and I looked up.

"Heh?"

"Uhm, I have to tell you something important…" he scratched his head somewhat nervously and I got this vibe that what he was going to say wasn't exactly good.

"Len, not now," I told him, waving my hand and swinging my legs off the edge of the bed. "Just tell me later."

I glanced back at Len, and it seemed like he was about to say something but decided not to.

"Okay, Rin." He said quietly, and I nodded.

"Cool, okay. I'm gonna' go make breakfast…" I said, starting towards the door. For some reason, I felt like I as in a lighter mood, that some weight was off my shoulders… Len, on the other hand, seems a bit edgy and…moody.

"Rin, can I take a shower?" Len asked from the hallway, and I yelled back;

"Sure, I guess."

I quickly thought if there was anything in there that I wouldn't want Len to touch or see in my bathroom, but nothing came to mind.

I walked into the kitchen, a comfortable amount of sunlight entering the room and warming it up. It was warmer than usual, despite the fact that I always have the A/C on.

"Ehh… What should I make for breakfast…?" I murmured to myself, pushing aside the food on the inside of the refrigerator. I could heat up some leftover rice, I guess, but maybe that's not good enough? Rice is easy though, so maybe I should…

I pulled out the white take-out box of rice and held it in my hands, the condensation on the box in droplets of water tickling my fingertips. I placed it on the counter across from the refrigerator, and searched for something else easy to make.

"Uhm…" I mumbled to myself about fried eggs and miso soup, but then I paused, hearing the faint shaaa of the shower. I stood up in silence, just listening to it.

Because honestly, it's been so long since I've heard that shower running, and it wasn't me taking it.

Being alone is hard. Sort of. It really changes who you are, though.

You get used to being alone, you get used to it and you're almost fine with it…yet you aren't at the same time. At times, you like the attention, but at the same time, you hate it—you aren't used to it.

My dad never comes home, and my mom doesn't even live here, (and I don't even know where she is,) and this house is so huge, I feel like one small person in a mansion, alone to do whatever she pleases.

I'm not even poor—and typically, those sorts of people have small homes, but mine is large. Too large for one person.

It's too large.

And I'm too small.

A small person. A small personality, a small appearance, a small everything.

I am so small.

But I envy him. Len—I mean. He is such a large person. Personality and everything.

To think I used to "hate" him.

He was obnoxious at first. Annoying and loud, teasing and everything. I hated that about him.

He was also a player, doing every girl in the school, except for me. And I didn't let him.

I won't let him. Not even now.

Not until I know he's out for who I am, and not for who he is. Not until I know that he is worth loving, and convinces me that I'm worth loving.

But until then, I will only like him in secret.

The shower stopped going, and I had just finished microwaving the rice and stir-frying chicken. It seemed more like a lunch than breakfast, but I was seriously hungry right now and needed something to eat. I used a plastic spatula to push the chicken out onto a plate next to the ride container, and I must say, it smelled somewhat good, considering I have to cook for myself. Though, I am not that good at it. Len claims he is, so maybe I should have let him do it. But sucks for him.

I turned off the stove and placed the pan on a different burner, and then I noticed the phone on the wall behind me. A button was blinking green, which meant there were missed calls. I walked over and pressed the button, and started listening to the message:

"Heyy there, Rin…dear. It's daddy, just letting you…you know that I'm *hic* coming…home! In three hours or so… Keep the house neat, okay? Oh and… *hic* don't forget to make me something good…!"click!

I stood there, quietly, in silence, processing what that message meant.

…Dad? He's coming…he's coming back? In a few hours, oh my God—

With frantic movements and shaking hands, I clicked the button again to hear what time he left the message—

8:49 AM.

I turned around quickly, looking at the clock on the stove, and it read 11:37.

Crap…!

"Eleven thirty seven? How the hell—" I muttered, starting to run out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I thumped on them loudly, not caring, and ran straight into my room.

In there, Len was singing some song God knows what, and I ran to the door and pounded on it.

"Len, you have to leave really soon!"

"Yoru ni madowa sareta mama yukue fumei dakara~"

"Dammit, Len, are you deaf? !" I yelled, banging my fist on the door.

"Huh? Oh, Rin, yeah?" He finally said, and I rolled my eyes.

"Len, you have to go now!" I urged, and pretty much without thinking, I threw the door open (why was it unlocked?) and grabbed Len's still-wet-and-moist arm which was luckily within reach.

"Uhm, Rin, I wasn't—"

"No time, Len! Just put on your shirt and leave!" I told him for the third time, swinging him out of the bathroom. He stumbled a bit and was obviously confused at the fact that I just threw him out of my bathroom.

"Rin, can I at least have my shirt?" He asked and I nodded fast.

"Sure, whatever; take it!" I grabbed the first shirt I saw (which had this weird symbol or something on it—I couldn't tell fast enough,) and tossed it at his face. He caught it and started to fit it over his head.

"Why do I have to leave again?" Len asked, and I began to stuff his stuff that was spread out across the floor into his bags.

"My damn father is coming home, and he'll kill me if he sees you!" I told him, shoving the bags into his arms. Len held them, and I noticed his hair was still wet—and not pulled into his usual ponytail. And here's what I thought:

Damn, his hair is long.

It was probably longer than mine. And dear God, it looked so hot. I wanted to touch it. It looked really soft/wet but I wanted to feel his hair in between my fingers, in my hands, against my face, and oh my God, I have got to stop freaking out about his hair, because hair isn't that amazing, but his hair looked so damn hot and I think I have a hair fetish, which is really creepy, but it is so true, and—

Okay, Rin, calm down.

"Uhm, Rin?" Len looked at me closer in the face, and I snapped out of my little mental monologue, and pressed my palm to his forehead (for no reason.)

"Len! Get out, out, out!" I told him, and he stumbled away from me, holding his forehead in confusion.

"Why'd you just slap my forehead?"

"Just GO!" I pushed him out the door and directed him towards the stairs.

"I can walk by myself, Rin…!" Len told me, turning his head around to see me, but I kept pushing him, taking notice of his hair that smelled like mine, only slightly different because it smelled more like him—so a combination of oranges, (or tangerines?) flowers, and dare I say…spice?

Good Lord, I said it.

From smelling his hair (which was right in my face,) I felt really lightheaded for some reason and that made me almost feel like falling over on him, but I didn't and crap, I'm blushing.

"Hey, Rin, you're blushing."

"SHUT UP AND LEAVE!" After much pushing, I finally got him out the door, but he turned around and faced me.

"Can I come back later?"

"NO!" I shut the door in his face with a slam and leaned against the door, out of breath. As I panted, I heard no footsteps until 10 seconds later, which must have meant that Len was finally leaving.

I slid down the door and sat on the floor, my knees bent, and held my forehead, sighing.

"Oh my God…" I heaved, frustrated and tired.

Great. I just kicked a guest out of my house. At least it's Len; he'll understand… I hope. He won't care.
…I hope.

"Daghh…! I mean, dammit, I just kicked-slash-pushed him out of my house, when he was in the middle of a shower! I'm a terrible host…" I muttered to myself, reprimanding myself for the way I acted. Somehow, I was in a more uptight mood, which just proves how mood-swingy I am.

I got up and walked back into the kitchen, approaching the food I left of the counter.

Dang it, it's probably cold by now…

I poked it, and it was.

"Crap. And he's probably going to come home and second now…" I grumbled, turning to the clock. It read 11:46 AM. Three minutes, huh? Unless he comes later…

Suddenly, I heard a slam and loud, heavy footsteps.

"Rinnn~! You hooome…?"

I groaned to myself quietly and rolled my eyes. "Yesss, Dad…"

"Oh," He walked into the kitchen, undoing his tie and taking off his coat. He tossed them on the table.

My dad, unlike me, has brown hair. Sort of. It's starting to gray now, and he's getting one of those receding hairlines, so that makes him look older, plus the wrinkles he has from stress. And he looks drunk. Handsome father I have.

I watched him walk around, looking at the newspapers on it, and then he paused, sniffing. "What's that smell?"

"Lunch." I answered, picking up the plate of chicken and placing it into the microwave.

"Why are you dressed in those skimpy clothes?" he asked me, and I sighed, pressing the buttons on the microwave.

"They're pajamas."

"You seem annoyed. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine, Dad." I started to get a bit more irritated, though. He asks too many questions at once.

"What are you making?" He asked yet once more, walking over to my side. "Leftovers? We never have leftovers. Why do you have them?"

Biting my lip to relieve my stress, I kept a straight face and answered calmly, "I didn't feel like making anything last night."

He stared at me with his dark, brown eyes carefully, but then turned around, walking over to the table.

"Can you make me something?" He questioned as he sat down at a chair, pushed out obnoxiously far from the table, and I narrowed my eyes.

"I can make you leftover rice and chicken. Is that fine?"

"No. It's not."

I felt several of my nerves snapping.

"I can make you leftover rice and stir-fried chicken. Is that fine?" I repeated, sarcasm almost apparent in my voice, and he gave me an annoyed look—something I inherited from him.

"I just said it's not fine!" He growled, raising his voice, his eyes becoming dark with anger.

A few more nerves snapped.

"Well, then too bad! That's what I'm making!" I yelled back, getting angrier myself. The microwave started beeping and I turned around in a fury, pressing the button so that the door popped open. I grabbed the plate of chicken and showed it to him, as if I were shoving it in his face, although he was several feet away from me.

"This is what I'm making, so you can either eat it or make something by your own damn self!" I told him loudly, all that anger starting to bubble up in my veins. My dad's face became dark and he stared at me with this ferocious look and yelled,

"Now don't talk to me that way! You wouldn't talk to your—"

"Yeah, yeah, I wouldn't talk to my mother that way. Is that always your excuse?" I smirked out of pure annoyance, but it only seemed to tick him off even more.

"Now you are going to—" He started to say, but I slammed the plate down in front of him and cut him off.

"My room, I know, I know, dammit…!" I turned around and ran away before he could say anything else, up the stairs and towards my bedroom.

I felt hot tears threaten to come out, but I held them back. This has happened before, and it's no different now. I sniffed and wiped my nose, opening my bedroom door and slamming it behind me. I plopped on my bed (that was still not made yet,) facedown, and just lied there, not doing anything for a minute or two.

I rolled onto my back, and laid there, facing the ceiling, and something tugged on my insides, and I started to cry, making those annoying sounds you make with wailing and stuff.

"Why the crap am I crying?" I muttered to myself, blinking and trying to stop the tears, but they wouldn't stop forming and trailing down my cheeks. "Wahh…!"

I clenched my teeth and shut my eyes, covering them with my palms, pressing them hard, as if that would help me stop crying.

"Damn it… Damn it…!" I groaned, letting my arms fall to my sides.

I remembered this is something like what Len did last night. He did the same thing only he wasn't crying.

But I never cry… I don't…

"I wish…" I started to mumble, but then I stopped myself.

What…what do I wish…?

"I don't even know anymore…" I whispered.

He left his clothes in the bathroom.

He left them in the bathroom.

"He left everything! Sort of…" I picked up his shirt and jeans…

Wait—jeans? He didn't go to sleep in these, did he?

"Hell if I know…" I murmured, draping his clothes on my left arm, including his boxers which took mild willpower to actually touch.

I can't blame him though. I forced him to get out of here…

I picked up the towel on the floor and I kept getting strange thoughts like, Hey, Len used this towel. It has all his Len-ness on it. And hey, it smells like him too! Damn, he smells good…

I just held the clothes to my face, inhaling his scent till I noticed what I was doing.

And then I realized my face was hot.

"Agh, how come I feel so perverted right now?" I groaned, rubbing my face with my empty hand and gathered up the rest of his clothes, walking out of the bathroom. I was about to put them on my bed until I heard my bedroom door open.

"Hey, Rin, do you have a—"

Startled, I turned around, and I saw my dad's eyes lock on the clothes on my arm.

…Crap.

-CHAPTER 14: END-

A/N: Kerii-tan: Oh. That's unfortunate for Rin. xD
But yeah, what does she wish for? And what's Len gonna do? Why is Rin's dad such a butthead?
Do you know what song Len was singing in the shower? ;DDD /hit.

And I feel so hyper because I just had 5 pixie sticks and a banana flavored LaffyTaffy. DERP. 8D

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