A/N: Kerii-tan: Wow, uh, I haven't updated for over 2 months. SORRY GUYS.
Well, here you guys go. Think of it as a xmas/RLbdaygift/newyear'sgift or something. It's kinda short, but I wanted to get something up ASAP. Also, the mood is lightened by a LOT, now that so much of the drama is out of the way.
***Some of you were very confused about the whole attacking thing, so allow me to explain:***
Miku hates any girls who like Len. Rin and Len were getting pretty close, so Rin was Miku's main target. (And Rin was pretty unpopular, which made it worse for Miku.) However, Neru is one of Miku's clique girls. She is ALSO Miku's helper. So she made Neru go around, asking Len's sister (Miki) for information on his relationship with Rin, (also threatening Miki with violence). At that time, Len was ALSO going with Meiko, so naturally, Miku hated Meiko too. Rin didn't know about ANY of this, as Len was unaware of everything except for Miki's injuries.
To straighten any of this up: Miku attacked Meiko (and Rin, later on, after the play,) Miki attacked no one, and Neru attacked Miki. Oh, and Rin and Miku had a catfight but that kind of doesn't count. Basically, all of it is Miku's fault anyone got attacked.
...As far as the attacking arc goes.
WOW THAT'S STILL PRETTY CONFUSING. SORRY IF IT STILL DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. I HOPE IT CLEARED SOME STUFF UP FOR YOU GUYS?
ANYWAYS.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the story.
Warning: Language, errors, blahblahblah.
Chapter 29- Rin's POV
"Man, this homework is so easy…" I mumbled with a rice cracker in between my teeth. Next to me on my right, Miki glanced over slightly, pursing her lips, annoyed.
"Lucky. These online courses give me a crapload of hard work, ugh."
"Eh, math just happens to be one of my stronger subjects…" I replied with a sigh, resting the back of my hand against my cheek.
Sitting across from me, Len waved his pencil he was holding at me, grinning. "Then again, you're good at all subjects."
"Unlike you."
"Well, hey! I'm smarted than most people in our school."
"I guess that's true," I muttered, particularly thinking of the dumbass girls in our school. "Anyways, I can't believe it that Mikuo'll be going to our school now. Kinda' weird." The cracker snapped in half as I wiggled my pencil between my two fingers. "Where did he used to go anyways?"
"I think he went to the same boarding school his sister is going to go to. They're pretty much switching." Miki answered, zero interest in her voice. I watched her carefully as she did her work, the way she kept her eyes on her paper, her face inches from the table, and never stopping for a second.
I glanced over at Len, who was attempting to balance a rice cracker on the eraser of his pencil.
"Well, I think it's great." He began, making a pouty face at the cracker. "Mikuo's like my soulbro; my true pal; mi amigo; my partner-in-crime; the Banquo to Macbeth…except I don't end up killing him, but you kno—"
"Yeah, cool, Len." I interrupted with a wave of my hand, staring at the cracker in my other hand. "I get it."
"Psh."
Miki pushed her stool back, standing up. I looked up at her.
"Where ya' going?"
"Upstairs. See you two." She gathered up her books and waved her hand once before leaving their kitchen and up the stairs.
I watched her leave, Len continuing to balance the rice cracker on his eraser. A silence ensued, and such moments like those lead to some of my own spontaneous monologues, which are most likely to happen quite often nowadays, considering they have been for the past month.
It was a few weeks since that whole drama bomb was dropped on us, (the Hatsune incident, if you needed some reminding,) and such messes have subsided. Thankfully. Things were back to normal, if not more normal than they were before.
Actually, I take that back. Some things have changed.
Biggest one, (which isn't really new news at this point,) Len and I are a couple. Pfff—haha, who would have thought that'd happen? Oh, yeah, you guys. Right. Because it was so obvious to begin with.
(Okay, Rin, stop breaking the fourth wall.)
The next biggest thing would probably be the fact that Mikuo is going to start going to our school in replace for his bitch-sister, Miku. (Thank the Lord.) Basically, she got expelled for excessive bullying, which lead to a whole lot of shit, but I won't go into that. You all already know that.
(Really. Stop breaking it, Rin.)
Which also lead to something else…concerning (my good pal) Miki's attitude. She's been kind of off since the whole incident, but I'm trying not to think too much of it. She was always a hard nut to crack, so I not going to waste time trying to figure out what's going on with her. Besides, she's a tough girl. She can handle pretty much anything.
"Aaarrghhhhhh…!" Len groaned suddenly, and I jumped in my skin, my head snapping in his direction.
"God dammit, Len, quit groaning every single time you have a brain fart or whatever! I keep getting a fucking heart attack every single time!" I told him furiously and he frowned at me, his face scrunching up.
"I'm not having brain farts, Rin, I just realized that my life has been totally boring these past few weeks! Months, even! Totally lame! Totally uncool." He crossed his arms, huffing to himself, and leaning back carefully (as to not fall of the stool, since they didn't have backs to lean against.)
I stared at him in condescending confusion before replying.
"Are you insisting we engage in intimate activities?" I asked him, leaning forwards and narrowing my eyes at him.
He simply smirked a bit and laughed. "What? No! No, that's not what I meant!"
"I'm sure you would have meant it a month ago." I tested, but he scoffed.
"Two months, definitely."
"Three." I correct him, pointing my finger at his face.
He paused. "Maybe."
Len shook his head with a playful smile on his face, waving his hand at me, motioning me to stop. "No, what I meant was that I feel like my life has been pretty abnormal. All this drama and whatnot. I want it to be more casual."
I raised an eyebrow with interest. "Oh, really. Please do continue, good sir."
"My pleasure, Miss." Len faked a courteous bow of his head, and gave me a sly grin, one of those signature grins he used months ago.
I knew he was joking around, so I laughed. "Then go on."
Len sighed heavily, closed his eyes, and held his hand flat up high, as if to make an important point. "Like I said, I feel like my life has become too abnormal, and I want it to be more normal, more casual. More like, wake up, daily routine, go to sleep—good, happy, mundane life; you know what I mean?"
I eyed him for a moment. "I…guess? What are you trying to say?"
"What I'm saying is…" he paused for dramatic effect, pretended to cough, and looked up at me slowly, maybe even slightly embarrassed, and said with a small grin. "I would like to go on a normal date with you."
Oh, right.
"There he goes again, making up random times and crap to have dates. 'Okay, Len, sure! We can go on a date, yeah, sure, why not? Hahaha, of course!' God, what was I thinking?" I kicked my drawer shut and stormed out of my closet, carrying my clothes on my arm over to my bed, throwing them on top of each other. "Remember last time you went on a date, Rin? You kind of ditched the guy. And that guy is gay, even. What was I thinking?" I continued to talk to myself, pulling my shirt off and tugging on a new one to suit the chilly, autumn weather. A soft, comfy, tan-colored sweater and a pair of gray denim shorts that were considerably loose on my skinny figure. I chose white stockings that were supposed to go up to my thighs, but again, because of my skinny figure, they were pretty loose, so they got all rumpled up at my knees.
I looked in the mirror. Looked like a person with terrible fashion sense had their closet puke on me.
COOL, I thought sarcastically, rolling my eyes and pulling a gray boot onto my right foot, hopping on my left.
Once I was all dressed, I viewed myself in the mirror. I stood there for a moment, trying to decide whether or not I looked presentable.
"…Len will probably say I look hot." I mumbled to myself, and tossed my dirty clothes on the floor, kicking them near the door to bring downstairs later. "Even if I wore a trashcan he'd say that. That guy has zero preference, I swear."
From behind me, I heard a little beep-tune, a text.
I walked over to my bed and leaned down to get a closer look.
From: len the royal pooptard
hey when are you gonna be ready?
"Tch." I grinned to myself and plopped down on my bed, beginning to type back a reply slowly.
To: len the royal pooptard
I'll be there when I'm ready. be patient, you dork.
I closed my phone after sending it, and lied down on my bed, staring out the window on my left. Within a few seconds, I received another text.
From: len the royal pooptard
okkkk fine! yeesh. orz let me know when youre ready tho ok!
...
To: len the royal pooptard
Will do, my Royal Pooptard
...
From: len the royal pooptard
whut?
...
To: len the royal pooptard
Nothing. ;)
I shut my phone and stuffed it in my purse, which was a plain black bag that can just swing over my shoulder. It's not girly or anything, just very plain. Suits me perfectly.
I glanced at the alarm clock that sat on my nightstand, and saw that it was 3:29PM. If Len and I were going to go anywhere, we'd have to hurry before places closed up. Since it was Sunday, they'd be closing early. Len would decide to have a date on a Sunday. How typical of him.
I wrapped a tan scarf around my neck and grabbed my purse, putting the strap over my head and underneath my arm. I would leave in a few minutes, and meet Len somewhere.
For a brief moment, I realized that this was our first legitimate date. We haven't had one ever before. Sure, we've hung out, done homework, goofed off, and even had a 3-day sleepover, but we've never had a date. Weird. He was right when he said that his life was kind of abnormal. No normal dates with the girl he likes.
I laughed quietly to myself. Len was such an idiot. At least, he was my idiot. Now he was.
That's what I thought as I left my front door, my cell phone open and my fingers typing at the keys, on my way to my first actual date with him ever.
-CHAPTER 29: END-
A/N:...yeah
RIN IS WEIRD. "LEN THE ROYAL POOPTARD" IS THE FIRST CONTACT NAME THAT CAME TO MIND IF RIN HAD TO NAME HIS CONTACT. IDK. her sense of humor is lame like mine. idk. maybe you guys will laugh. that'd be pretty cool.
anyways! This story will end in a few chapters, after some nice, relaxing, laid-back, funny chapters. It will end nice and smooth, and there will be no drama. I think there has been quite enough of that.
And even though it's not over yet, I just want to thank you all for being there with me, from the start. This story is more than a year old! Can you believe it? Thanks to all of you guys! I love you all so much. ;w;
