Nope, no notes for this one. Be glad I spared you. Two more chapters left.
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I decided I had to do something. Screaming at Ken seemed to be my best option. Everytime I went there, I always ended up completely turned around.
He always seemed to completely blow my mind, never fail. I go there with a problem and I end up thinking the world is great.
Ken is the one that made me realize I didn't like Hikari. He's the one that helped me throught my feelings when I got fed-up with lying in my bed with insomnia.
So I decided Ken could help me. June had at least knocked me into coherancy. Thank god for that.
And I got up. June saw me leave. She figured I was going to Ken's. It was like clockwork.
1)Dai get problem. 2)Dai go to June. 3)Dai get better. 4)Dai scream at Ken. 5)Dai all better.
Crude, but true. I think June and Ken have conferences about me. Because recently I have gone to Ken with a problem and he already knew it. Either he is psychic, or he is talked to June. I prefer the later. I don't want him reading people's thoughts.
And my suspicions were confirmed. I went back to get my D terminal after I left the first time, in case a certain someone wanted to talk to me, and saw June on the phone. I listened silently for a while before going to my room. And I heard June talking to Ken. At least someone cares.
I decided against letting June know I was there, so I sneaked quietly into my room. I got it and walked out the door, just as silently.
And so I got in the elevator, and checked my pocket for the cash I would need for the train ride.
I smoothed down my blue vest and pressed the button for the bottom floor.
The elevator smoothly lowered to the basement and felt the blood rush to my head. Ouch. Now my head hurts. Damn migrane.
The doors whoshed open and I stepped out. I looked out the large, clear windows and found it was raining.
"Fuck." I whispered quietly to myself as I punched one clenched fist into the palm of my other hand. "Fuck."
But I wasn't about to go all the way upstairs to get an umbrella and risk being caught by June. So I walked outside to the onning. The rain was almost horizontal, but somehow it didn't get to me. I remained relitively dry. So what if I'm wet, the Ichijouji's won't care. Ken will just offer me some dry clothing, and I'll be fine. He really does care to much. Miyako and I joke about it all the time. Apparently he is just as bad to her.
I hope they will be happy. I should really do something for them. Ken does his best to keep me sane on a daily basis. The least I could do is further his relationship with Miyako.
I was about to get going when reality came crashing down, right on my head. I saw the one thing I feared the most, Takeru, looking right at me. Fuck. I started a dead sprint down the street. This time, -I- ran.
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I decided I had to do something. Screaming at Ken seemed to be my best option. Everytime I went there, I always ended up completely turned around.
He always seemed to completely blow my mind, never fail. I go there with a problem and I end up thinking the world is great.
Ken is the one that made me realize I didn't like Hikari. He's the one that helped me throught my feelings when I got fed-up with lying in my bed with insomnia.
So I decided Ken could help me. June had at least knocked me into coherancy. Thank god for that.
And I got up. June saw me leave. She figured I was going to Ken's. It was like clockwork.
1)Dai get problem. 2)Dai go to June. 3)Dai get better. 4)Dai scream at Ken. 5)Dai all better.
Crude, but true. I think June and Ken have conferences about me. Because recently I have gone to Ken with a problem and he already knew it. Either he is psychic, or he is talked to June. I prefer the later. I don't want him reading people's thoughts.
And my suspicions were confirmed. I went back to get my D terminal after I left the first time, in case a certain someone wanted to talk to me, and saw June on the phone. I listened silently for a while before going to my room. And I heard June talking to Ken. At least someone cares.
I decided against letting June know I was there, so I sneaked quietly into my room. I got it and walked out the door, just as silently.
And so I got in the elevator, and checked my pocket for the cash I would need for the train ride.
I smoothed down my blue vest and pressed the button for the bottom floor.
The elevator smoothly lowered to the basement and felt the blood rush to my head. Ouch. Now my head hurts. Damn migrane.
The doors whoshed open and I stepped out. I looked out the large, clear windows and found it was raining.
"Fuck." I whispered quietly to myself as I punched one clenched fist into the palm of my other hand. "Fuck."
But I wasn't about to go all the way upstairs to get an umbrella and risk being caught by June. So I walked outside to the onning. The rain was almost horizontal, but somehow it didn't get to me. I remained relitively dry. So what if I'm wet, the Ichijouji's won't care. Ken will just offer me some dry clothing, and I'll be fine. He really does care to much. Miyako and I joke about it all the time. Apparently he is just as bad to her.
I hope they will be happy. I should really do something for them. Ken does his best to keep me sane on a daily basis. The least I could do is further his relationship with Miyako.
I was about to get going when reality came crashing down, right on my head. I saw the one thing I feared the most, Takeru, looking right at me. Fuck. I started a dead sprint down the street. This time, -I- ran.