The characters and setting that are in this story are not of my own they belong in copyright to the makers of Fooly Cooly.
She was wearing my favorite dress or gets up whatever the hell people call it now. You know the white coat, the scarf, and her "USSR" red shirt. It never really matched but I like it non-the less. And another thing was up with people wearing the same thing everyday, do they own only one thing of clothes or a ton of the same thing. What ever. I don't even know why I do it. I looked at her and she seemed really down. Like she lost some one really important to her.
I walked over to her, she was just sitting there with a orange Popsicle, she always has those things with her, what's up with that. Anyhow she was really out of it she looked like she really was depressed as hell. I went up to her and hesitated, I mean what the hell was I guna say, hi wasup, ya about that night. Ya right. What an awesome way to start a conversation with an already disturbed looking girl.
"Hey Ninamori, you don't look so good what's up."
She looked up at me in a depressed look that suddenly changed to disbelief. The kind of look like you've seen a ghost but way to happy to be that kind of horror face. It was kind of scary to see. But soon her face became a very sad face and her lips started to shake and eyes get all weird.
Not even saying a thing she just turned and buried her face into my jacket and started balling her eyes out. That feeling was so familiar it was scary, not that some one did it to me before but I did it to some one. I got a surge of feelings, warmth, cold, adrenaline, shock; I wasn't quite sure what to think at that time so I just put my arm on her back.
Ya so I should probably fill you in on the background of Ninamori, Ninamori is the type of girl that acts perfect and lives to be the best. Its sad in way, it really is. Her mom and dad still caring about everything, still the class president. She still puts up this enigma of stone cold determination. It's like she puts up a defense of trying to be someone important to cover up the fact that she isn't as strong as she looks.
She has a caring side to her that is quite honestly attractive to an extent. But she's so damn silent all the time. I really want to show her what a real, well I'm not to sure my life is normal or real in the slightest, but you get the idea. She needs to have a break and realize that she has so much more outside of her, delivery service and her mask of perfection to live. So that's pretty much Ninamori in my under-standment or description of her. Anyways she's really a nice girl.
So as she is still balling her eyes out in my chest. My mind is trying to figure out why she is doing this to me. Is it because she is afraid of what happened to me. Of what she never got the chance to here why, to have the chance to understand what actual happened to me.
When she started to soften up and not cry as much, either that or my shirt was no longer a soft cushion as much as a wet towel, she looked up at me an just store at me as if to make sure it was really me. Her eyes, they were so familiar, as if I could just look into them and automatically know exactly what she was thinking off.
"I never though I was going to see you again. Were did you go all of this time Naota. You just left everyone here. I thought that you were gone."