Suzuka sat on the couch, in front of the bright t.v. set before her, as she began flipping through a magazine. But her thoughts were somewhere else, not even near where she sat. She had the sudden urge to just tell Gene how she truly felt. What she had hidden from him, for so long. Suzuka had only been there for about 2 months. But those two months were those that she had never experienced in her life.
Never had she communicated with anyone, and felt that certain happy, tingly feeling inside. Like something new for a change. Something that one would love. The feeling of friendship. Or possibly, even more. It wasn't what Suzuka had planned for. But more than she needed. And that was never going to change.
She gently turned her head, when she heard Gene's voice at the top of the stairs, calling down to Jim, who sat quietly at the kitchen counter.
"Hey, Jim," he called out, as he stood above the stairway, "Have you seen my gray shirt?"
Jim gave him a look of uncertainty, as he stood up, walking over to the bottom steps, "What are you talkin' about? You have more than one gray shirt." Gene shook his head solemnly as he walked down the steps, standing in front of the little boy.
"Never mind," he uttered. He slowly made his way to the couch, standing behind Suzuka. Who hadn't noticed he was behind her. He quickly made way to the couch, sitting down beside her, slouching.
Suzuka turned to him, "Aren't you going somewhere?"
Gene smiled, sitting up, "Damn, you want me out of the house real bad, don't ya?" She turned to him, giving him an odd look, but turned back down to the magazine that sat in her lap.
"I never said that," Suzuka uttered.
"Ri--ght," Gene imposed, smiling, as he leaned closer to her. Suzuka looked up at Gene, feeling a bit awkward.
"What you reading?" he questioned, peering over her. She quickly held up the magazine to Gene's face. Jim quickly walked into his room, as if on cue.
"You're beautiful," Gene uttered, studying Suzuka's complexion. Her eyes laid on his, without blinking once.
"Gene...," she stammered, her eyes showed fragileness and fear. He gently brushed at her black hair that covered her eyes, with a warm smile.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you," he replied, backing away a bit, "We'll take it as slow as you want, I'm not gonna rush you into anything." Suzuka turned away, looking down, but returned her eyes to his, with a smile.
"I have something to tell you," she uttered. Gene stared at her, his expression revealing questions.
"I know that me feeling the way I do, might be bad judgment, but....," Suzuka's voice trailed off, "I think I'm really...starting to feel something for you, Gene." He stared at her, his face, expressionless.
When a smile soon found its way to his lips, "Bad judgment?" Gene suddenly began laughing out loudly, to the point where he laid on his back, his chest heaving. Suzuka stared at him, startled for a brief moment, when she began to laugh loudly, as well.
Gene slowly sat up, his stomach still aching from laughing so hard, "Suzuka," he began, staring into her eyes, "Can I ask you somethin'?"
She smiled, brushing her velvety black hair from her face, "What is it?" Gene paused for a brief second, then gently grabbed at the magazine, tossing it onto the coffee table.
"I got a friend you see," he began, sitting up tall, "And he's been havin' this one problem, where he ain't got nobody to talk to or ask suggestions...and, well, he likes this girl. What he wants to know is, if there's still a chance, even a tiny one. That they could be closer and have nothing change."
Suzuka smiled, as she glanced down, holding back her laughs, "Tell me. Does this FRIEND of yours name happen to be, I don't know...say....Gene?" A smile slowly found their way to Gene's lips.
"Maybe," he replied, casually. He gently reached over for Suzuka's hand, with a wide grin, "What if it is?"
"Then I find absolutely nothing wrong with that," she replied, with a grim smile, "I'm actually kinda glad it's you and not your friend."
Gene smiled, "Is that right?" Suzuka nodded her head, as she leaned closer to Gene with a warm, comforting smile. Gene pulled her tiny body closer to his, as he gently wrapped his arms tightly around her. Then, kissing her softly on the forehead.
"Gene," Suzuka began, her face buried in his chest, "Please tell me, that I'm not dreaming."
He smiled, "Trust me, you're definitely not dreaming."
Never had she communicated with anyone, and felt that certain happy, tingly feeling inside. Like something new for a change. Something that one would love. The feeling of friendship. Or possibly, even more. It wasn't what Suzuka had planned for. But more than she needed. And that was never going to change.
She gently turned her head, when she heard Gene's voice at the top of the stairs, calling down to Jim, who sat quietly at the kitchen counter.
"Hey, Jim," he called out, as he stood above the stairway, "Have you seen my gray shirt?"
Jim gave him a look of uncertainty, as he stood up, walking over to the bottom steps, "What are you talkin' about? You have more than one gray shirt." Gene shook his head solemnly as he walked down the steps, standing in front of the little boy.
"Never mind," he uttered. He slowly made his way to the couch, standing behind Suzuka. Who hadn't noticed he was behind her. He quickly made way to the couch, sitting down beside her, slouching.
Suzuka turned to him, "Aren't you going somewhere?"
Gene smiled, sitting up, "Damn, you want me out of the house real bad, don't ya?" She turned to him, giving him an odd look, but turned back down to the magazine that sat in her lap.
"I never said that," Suzuka uttered.
"Ri--ght," Gene imposed, smiling, as he leaned closer to her. Suzuka looked up at Gene, feeling a bit awkward.
"What you reading?" he questioned, peering over her. She quickly held up the magazine to Gene's face. Jim quickly walked into his room, as if on cue.
"You're beautiful," Gene uttered, studying Suzuka's complexion. Her eyes laid on his, without blinking once.
"Gene...," she stammered, her eyes showed fragileness and fear. He gently brushed at her black hair that covered her eyes, with a warm smile.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you," he replied, backing away a bit, "We'll take it as slow as you want, I'm not gonna rush you into anything." Suzuka turned away, looking down, but returned her eyes to his, with a smile.
"I have something to tell you," she uttered. Gene stared at her, his expression revealing questions.
"I know that me feeling the way I do, might be bad judgment, but....," Suzuka's voice trailed off, "I think I'm really...starting to feel something for you, Gene." He stared at her, his face, expressionless.
When a smile soon found its way to his lips, "Bad judgment?" Gene suddenly began laughing out loudly, to the point where he laid on his back, his chest heaving. Suzuka stared at him, startled for a brief moment, when she began to laugh loudly, as well.
Gene slowly sat up, his stomach still aching from laughing so hard, "Suzuka," he began, staring into her eyes, "Can I ask you somethin'?"
She smiled, brushing her velvety black hair from her face, "What is it?" Gene paused for a brief second, then gently grabbed at the magazine, tossing it onto the coffee table.
"I got a friend you see," he began, sitting up tall, "And he's been havin' this one problem, where he ain't got nobody to talk to or ask suggestions...and, well, he likes this girl. What he wants to know is, if there's still a chance, even a tiny one. That they could be closer and have nothing change."
Suzuka smiled, as she glanced down, holding back her laughs, "Tell me. Does this FRIEND of yours name happen to be, I don't know...say....Gene?" A smile slowly found their way to Gene's lips.
"Maybe," he replied, casually. He gently reached over for Suzuka's hand, with a wide grin, "What if it is?"
"Then I find absolutely nothing wrong with that," she replied, with a grim smile, "I'm actually kinda glad it's you and not your friend."
Gene smiled, "Is that right?" Suzuka nodded her head, as she leaned closer to Gene with a warm, comforting smile. Gene pulled her tiny body closer to his, as he gently wrapped his arms tightly around her. Then, kissing her softly on the forehead.
"Gene," Suzuka began, her face buried in his chest, "Please tell me, that I'm not dreaming."
He smiled, "Trust me, you're definitely not dreaming."