THE FOLLOWING MONTH
"Miki," Ginta said through the gates of her house. It was the semestral break of the school, and he was hoping to receive some brownie points when it came to Miki. He called again, the afternoon breeze giving him a cool hint of salvation. February, the month of romance, was a perfect time.
He went on for a minute or so when the door of the house opened.
"Ginta!" Miki said, smiling at him. "What are you doing here?"
She came up to him and opened the gate. She led him into the house. They had just stepped into the living room, and Ginta didn't notice that Yuu was in the kitchen, right in hearing distance. Miki started:
"Ginta, are you feeling alright?"
He cleared his throat, feeling slightly green, but he couldn't allow himself to be distracted. The perfect moment had arrived. He took out the bouquet of flowers he had been hiding behind his back and then held them out. His brain stated the well-rehearsed line. It sounded smooth to his own ears.
"Sweet smelling flowers for a sweet person," he said almost nervously. With another hand behind his back, he fingered the hem of his shirt. A strange position it was, like he was trying to kill Miki with the bouquet of flowers. He tried to make his voice smooth and silky, but at the stupefied look on Miki's face, he somehow knew that he had failed.
".."
He threw the bouquet of flowers at her face, not knowing what else to do . It bumped against her knee before it hit the floor. She looked up at him.
"What'd you do that for?"
Ginta had an embarrassed grin on his face.
"Miki..," he said. His next line came out in a huff. "I'm a very nice person!"
He almost rammed through the door. A long awkward pause followed.
Yuu's cackling came from the kitchen as Miki turned red.
VALENTINES DAY A WEEK AND THREE DAYS LATER; 7:56 AM
"So how do you do that problem again?" Yuu asked Miki during their homeroom period. The teacher was apparently absent, and there was nobody else to suddenly take his place. Ginta hadn't arrived in class yet.
"You transfer this number to the place over there," Miki said patiently. She did some fancy squiggles with her ball pen. Yuu looked at it, a crazy half smile on his face.
"I don't get it," he said, leaning back with a hand behind his head. Miki smiled, a sweatdrop running down the side of her face.
"All right, "she said. "We're doing this one more time."
Just then the whole class was interrupted by a racket outside the classroom door. Simultaneously, heads turned to the door. A confused expression masked all of their faces. Eventually, Miki's ears adjusted enough to hear at least a few of the words that were being sung. Now that she listened closer, she could hear the strumming of a guitar. She listened even more.
"Miki! I love you.
Miki..you're my friend. Miki..I love you. Miki..you're my friend. You're my friend."
From the blank look on Yuu's face that was clearly trying to hold in a laugh, Miki guessed that he had figured out as well it was Ginta. The door opened, and Ginta came in with one of his friends, who was holding a guitar. Ginta was holding a rose in his hand. He strode up to Miki, and in front of everyone there, he gave Miki the rose.
"I like you Miki," he said in a low voice. Yuu chose that moment to interrupt and break the mood.
"Hehe!" he laughed heartily. He leaned close to Ginta, so that only the latter could hear him. "You can't win her like that, Ginta," he said softly.
What Yuu got was some cold reception. Ginta gave something of a snort but didn't give Yuu the pleasure of a glance. Miki just said: "Oh, Ginta."
She threw her arms around him but said nothing.
Her eyes shone softly in the morning light, giving Yuu a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, and it was a feeling that he just couldn't place.
END OF CHAPTER SEVEN SHORT, I KNOW, BUT TIME IS SHORT, TOO, AND I HAVE LOADS OF THINGS TO DO. THANK YOU FOR TAKING TIME TO READ THIS.
"Miki," Ginta said through the gates of her house. It was the semestral break of the school, and he was hoping to receive some brownie points when it came to Miki. He called again, the afternoon breeze giving him a cool hint of salvation. February, the month of romance, was a perfect time.
He went on for a minute or so when the door of the house opened.
"Ginta!" Miki said, smiling at him. "What are you doing here?"
She came up to him and opened the gate. She led him into the house. They had just stepped into the living room, and Ginta didn't notice that Yuu was in the kitchen, right in hearing distance. Miki started:
"Ginta, are you feeling alright?"
He cleared his throat, feeling slightly green, but he couldn't allow himself to be distracted. The perfect moment had arrived. He took out the bouquet of flowers he had been hiding behind his back and then held them out. His brain stated the well-rehearsed line. It sounded smooth to his own ears.
"Sweet smelling flowers for a sweet person," he said almost nervously. With another hand behind his back, he fingered the hem of his shirt. A strange position it was, like he was trying to kill Miki with the bouquet of flowers. He tried to make his voice smooth and silky, but at the stupefied look on Miki's face, he somehow knew that he had failed.
".."
He threw the bouquet of flowers at her face, not knowing what else to do . It bumped against her knee before it hit the floor. She looked up at him.
"What'd you do that for?"
Ginta had an embarrassed grin on his face.
"Miki..," he said. His next line came out in a huff. "I'm a very nice person!"
He almost rammed through the door. A long awkward pause followed.
Yuu's cackling came from the kitchen as Miki turned red.
VALENTINES DAY A WEEK AND THREE DAYS LATER; 7:56 AM
"So how do you do that problem again?" Yuu asked Miki during their homeroom period. The teacher was apparently absent, and there was nobody else to suddenly take his place. Ginta hadn't arrived in class yet.
"You transfer this number to the place over there," Miki said patiently. She did some fancy squiggles with her ball pen. Yuu looked at it, a crazy half smile on his face.
"I don't get it," he said, leaning back with a hand behind his head. Miki smiled, a sweatdrop running down the side of her face.
"All right, "she said. "We're doing this one more time."
Just then the whole class was interrupted by a racket outside the classroom door. Simultaneously, heads turned to the door. A confused expression masked all of their faces. Eventually, Miki's ears adjusted enough to hear at least a few of the words that were being sung. Now that she listened closer, she could hear the strumming of a guitar. She listened even more.
"Miki! I love you.
Miki..you're my friend. Miki..I love you. Miki..you're my friend. You're my friend."
From the blank look on Yuu's face that was clearly trying to hold in a laugh, Miki guessed that he had figured out as well it was Ginta. The door opened, and Ginta came in with one of his friends, who was holding a guitar. Ginta was holding a rose in his hand. He strode up to Miki, and in front of everyone there, he gave Miki the rose.
"I like you Miki," he said in a low voice. Yuu chose that moment to interrupt and break the mood.
"Hehe!" he laughed heartily. He leaned close to Ginta, so that only the latter could hear him. "You can't win her like that, Ginta," he said softly.
What Yuu got was some cold reception. Ginta gave something of a snort but didn't give Yuu the pleasure of a glance. Miki just said: "Oh, Ginta."
She threw her arms around him but said nothing.
Her eyes shone softly in the morning light, giving Yuu a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach, and it was a feeling that he just couldn't place.
END OF CHAPTER SEVEN SHORT, I KNOW, BUT TIME IS SHORT, TOO, AND I HAVE LOADS OF THINGS TO DO. THANK YOU FOR TAKING TIME TO READ THIS.