I had a case of Mountain Dew, and a couple shot glasses, and that pretty much explains this whole chapter.
It's been one month. I cross of the date on my calendar, which has little blotches every once in a while from where I cried into it. One month, that's like some sort of milestone, right? Miyako would agree. She's still setting me up on those godforsaken dates. I am getting tired of them; you think she would learn after the 5th failed one?
Either she is incredibly dumb, or incredibly adamant. I tend to lean to the later. She is stronger than she seems, especially when it comes to me. She threatened to cut my bed in half, off all things,
//AN: *snort*//
and remove the part that Daisuke slept on.
One month is a good thing. I can still be sad, because I still am, and people will understand. And also, I distance myself from Daisuke by a bit.
I shouldn't have thought that, now I am crying again.
"Ken, if you are crying I am going to come in there and. . ."
She doesn't need to add, 'and kick your ass', she's says it enough anyway.
"I swear to God Miya, I'll cry whenever I damn well please."
That set her off. I hear the doorknob being fiddled with, and Miyako happens to know how to pick locks. I run over to the door and sit there with my back to it, using myself as a lever to keep it shut.
The lock is successfully picked, and Miyako tries to push the door open. It gives slightly, just a crack, but I dig my heels into the ground and the movement stops.
"Ken, why are you always making this harder than it has to be?"
"Miya, why are you always making this harder than it has to be?"
"You think- . . . you think you are so funny."
"Miyako, I am going to cry and you are going to leave me alone, ok?"
"Ken! God, there is no way Daisuke is coming back. Face it, cry, get over it. I know I did."
"Excuse me?"
"Yes, poor little Miyako knows your predicament. Do you know what it felt like when you, mister high and mighty, rejected me? I loved you, I honestly did, and then you go and tell everyone you are gay! My heart felt like it had been ripped out, but I got over it, and you have to also."
I was crying, hard. Just knowing that I did what Daisuke did to me? . . .
I scoot away from the door, and pull the Kleenex box closer. I snuggle the pillow in my lap and pick a Kleenex out of the box. Miyako pushes open the door completely, and sits next to me.
"You'll get over it. Trust me. You have to."
~
//AN: Is anybody crying? Because I am tearing up. Authors shouldn't do this. I haven't reread this, and I don't intend to, because then I will be clinically depressed. Next time, we visit part of the relationship and the actually breakup! Sounds like the crocodile hunter. . . And then the thrilling conclusion! Dai thinks Ken is dead!//
It's been one month. I cross of the date on my calendar, which has little blotches every once in a while from where I cried into it. One month, that's like some sort of milestone, right? Miyako would agree. She's still setting me up on those godforsaken dates. I am getting tired of them; you think she would learn after the 5th failed one?
Either she is incredibly dumb, or incredibly adamant. I tend to lean to the later. She is stronger than she seems, especially when it comes to me. She threatened to cut my bed in half, off all things,
//AN: *snort*//
and remove the part that Daisuke slept on.
One month is a good thing. I can still be sad, because I still am, and people will understand. And also, I distance myself from Daisuke by a bit.
I shouldn't have thought that, now I am crying again.
"Ken, if you are crying I am going to come in there and. . ."
She doesn't need to add, 'and kick your ass', she's says it enough anyway.
"I swear to God Miya, I'll cry whenever I damn well please."
That set her off. I hear the doorknob being fiddled with, and Miyako happens to know how to pick locks. I run over to the door and sit there with my back to it, using myself as a lever to keep it shut.
The lock is successfully picked, and Miyako tries to push the door open. It gives slightly, just a crack, but I dig my heels into the ground and the movement stops.
"Ken, why are you always making this harder than it has to be?"
"Miya, why are you always making this harder than it has to be?"
"You think- . . . you think you are so funny."
"Miyako, I am going to cry and you are going to leave me alone, ok?"
"Ken! God, there is no way Daisuke is coming back. Face it, cry, get over it. I know I did."
"Excuse me?"
"Yes, poor little Miyako knows your predicament. Do you know what it felt like when you, mister high and mighty, rejected me? I loved you, I honestly did, and then you go and tell everyone you are gay! My heart felt like it had been ripped out, but I got over it, and you have to also."
I was crying, hard. Just knowing that I did what Daisuke did to me? . . .
I scoot away from the door, and pull the Kleenex box closer. I snuggle the pillow in my lap and pick a Kleenex out of the box. Miyako pushes open the door completely, and sits next to me.
"You'll get over it. Trust me. You have to."
~
//AN: Is anybody crying? Because I am tearing up. Authors shouldn't do this. I haven't reread this, and I don't intend to, because then I will be clinically depressed. Next time, we visit part of the relationship and the actually breakup! Sounds like the crocodile hunter. . . And then the thrilling conclusion! Dai thinks Ken is dead!//