Yeah, so Takeru's chapters are a little short. He's more of an action guy anyway.
Oh Dai-chan, so sorry for all this angsty stuff. I'll give you a comedy to make up for it.
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The doorbell rang. June didn't move. God bless her, sticking by my to the end.
Then I remember the D terminal. Maybe Takeru messaged me to say he was coming over. . .
No, there's my fantasy running away with me again.
June broke the silence in my room. "Dai, do you want me to get it?"
"No June. If it was him, I couldn't stand it."
"It's alright Daisuke."
So the doorbell just continued to ring. I counted at least 18 times before it stopped. I guess Takeru gave up. Ran again.
Wait, did I say run? Again? I thought he walked away.
No. He didn't. He ran. He must be afraid of me.
Damn him.
There's that doorbell again. This time it was 15 rings. Then it stopped again. I admit, whoever it is, probably Takeru, sure it adimant.
I don't care, I don't want to get up. I'm comfortable here, being held by someone who loves me no matter what.
Blood runs thicker than water anyway.
I know June will always be there, like she is now. I would rather be here, shielded by June, than out there facing the raging river that is Takeru.
Damn him, I repeat.
Now there is pounding at the front door. June ignores it with me.
I whisper a quiet "Thank you". I feel June nod when her head leaves the top of mine.
The pounding stopped. Whoever it is is gone. Thank God.
"Dai, you gonna be ok?"
"Yes June."
"Good. Are you going to be ok on your own?"
"Yes June. Thank you."
She got up, leaving me in a makeshift ball in the middle of the floor. She started to walk out. "Don't thank me Dai."
"Ok." I whisper as she clicks me door shut.
Alone again. I stretch out. I think I should do something. I can't lay here sprawled out like a corpse on my floor. Or can I? My D terminal starts to beep now. I guess that happens when you don't read your messages. So I take this as my excuse to get up. Not that I wanted to, but I should do something. I guess.
I never really did figure out how to use this thing, even though Ken tried really hard. He wastes to much effort on me. I do know how to check messages though. Good for me.
It's from Ken. He really does waste to much effort on me.
I scan through it. 'Have any homework, do you want to come over' Ken cares to much. But going over and yelling at him would make me feel better.
Ken is the best friend I have. Then there is June. June is like my mother, she takes care of me when I am sick and lets me spill my guts when I want to. Ken fills the role of my father and my friend. I can run over there at anytime of the day, scream my head off at him, and he just sits there and listens. Then he gives advice. And it's always good. He knows me way to well.
His family even likes me. First of all, because they like the fact that their little boy has such a good friend. Second, they think of me as their son. It's charming. It does them good to have two children again. And third, they just adore me, for me. They think it's cute how I'm so outgoing and always with something to chatter about. And I like them, too. I try and find parents anywhere, as pathetic as that may sound.
I wonder if life would be easier if I just liked Ken.
Oh Dai-chan, so sorry for all this angsty stuff. I'll give you a comedy to make up for it.
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The doorbell rang. June didn't move. God bless her, sticking by my to the end.
Then I remember the D terminal. Maybe Takeru messaged me to say he was coming over. . .
No, there's my fantasy running away with me again.
June broke the silence in my room. "Dai, do you want me to get it?"
"No June. If it was him, I couldn't stand it."
"It's alright Daisuke."
So the doorbell just continued to ring. I counted at least 18 times before it stopped. I guess Takeru gave up. Ran again.
Wait, did I say run? Again? I thought he walked away.
No. He didn't. He ran. He must be afraid of me.
Damn him.
There's that doorbell again. This time it was 15 rings. Then it stopped again. I admit, whoever it is, probably Takeru, sure it adimant.
I don't care, I don't want to get up. I'm comfortable here, being held by someone who loves me no matter what.
Blood runs thicker than water anyway.
I know June will always be there, like she is now. I would rather be here, shielded by June, than out there facing the raging river that is Takeru.
Damn him, I repeat.
Now there is pounding at the front door. June ignores it with me.
I whisper a quiet "Thank you". I feel June nod when her head leaves the top of mine.
The pounding stopped. Whoever it is is gone. Thank God.
"Dai, you gonna be ok?"
"Yes June."
"Good. Are you going to be ok on your own?"
"Yes June. Thank you."
She got up, leaving me in a makeshift ball in the middle of the floor. She started to walk out. "Don't thank me Dai."
"Ok." I whisper as she clicks me door shut.
Alone again. I stretch out. I think I should do something. I can't lay here sprawled out like a corpse on my floor. Or can I? My D terminal starts to beep now. I guess that happens when you don't read your messages. So I take this as my excuse to get up. Not that I wanted to, but I should do something. I guess.
I never really did figure out how to use this thing, even though Ken tried really hard. He wastes to much effort on me. I do know how to check messages though. Good for me.
It's from Ken. He really does waste to much effort on me.
I scan through it. 'Have any homework, do you want to come over' Ken cares to much. But going over and yelling at him would make me feel better.
Ken is the best friend I have. Then there is June. June is like my mother, she takes care of me when I am sick and lets me spill my guts when I want to. Ken fills the role of my father and my friend. I can run over there at anytime of the day, scream my head off at him, and he just sits there and listens. Then he gives advice. And it's always good. He knows me way to well.
His family even likes me. First of all, because they like the fact that their little boy has such a good friend. Second, they think of me as their son. It's charming. It does them good to have two children again. And third, they just adore me, for me. They think it's cute how I'm so outgoing and always with something to chatter about. And I like them, too. I try and find parents anywhere, as pathetic as that may sound.
I wonder if life would be easier if I just liked Ken.