"Bye Sakura! Bye Satsuki! Bye Kuuga!" I call.
"Bye Misaki!" Sakura says. "I'm expecting children when you come back!" she giggles. I roll my eyes. I watch them walk off until I can't see their figures anymore.
"Misaki," I hear Takumi call. I turn to face him. Suddenly, memories of last night come flooding into my head. My face heats up.
"W-What?" I ask. He smirks.
"Why are you blushing?" he inquires innocently, although he knows perfectly well why I'm blushing.
"I-It's hot in here!" I lie, fanning my face with my hand.
"Oh? Then I take it you don't recall anything that happened last night?" he raises an eyebrow. I stare at the wall.
"N-Nothing happened last night..." I say, trying to stabilize my wavering voice.
"Well, maybe I'll just have to remind you that happened then," he says, walking towards me. I blush.
"No! I remember, I remember!" I squeak. He backs me up into a wall.
"Do you really?" he asks. I nod my head quickly. He chuckles. "Then show me," he commands.
"Well, what if I don't want to!" I protest. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. He brought his face closer to mine slowly, and I swear my heart was going to burst out of my chest at any moment now.
But the doorbell suddenly rang, catching both of our attentions.
"Damn it," I hear him curse under his breath. I slip out of his grip, and make my way to the front door. I unlock it and swing it open. In front of me was a blonde haired girl with pale green eyes- not quite as captivating as Takumi's, but still pretty.
"Who are you?" I ask. She glares at me.
"Does it really matter? Where's Takumi?" she snaps. I shoot a glare back at her. I didn't like this girl's attitude.
"Does it really matter?" I mock her. Just at that moment, Takumi walks over.
"Oh, Charlotte," he says. I couldn't tell if he was glad to see her or not.
"Takumi!" she squeals, her face immediately brightening up upon the sight of him. She jumps up to hug him. She's irritating.
Luckily, Takumi doesn't hug her back- oh hell no, he did not just pat her back. What the fuck, did he suddenly just forget all about me?
Why was I even getting mad over this? He could hug whoever he wanted. I just kinda thought he liked me- y'know, we shared a pretty passionate kiss last night and all.
"I'm going to bed," I say. Takumi gently pushes the girl away from him.
"It's afternoon," he states. I glare at him.
"And?" I ask. He raises an eyebrow.
"Are you okay?" he asks. I just wanted to punch him in that thick head of his.
"Yeah, never been better," I reply sarcastically, stomping up the stairs.
"What's her problem?" I can hear the girl say from downstairs. Bitch, you're my problem.
I throw open my bedroom door, walk inside, and close it with a slam. I immediately dial Sakura's number. In a matter of seconds, she picks up.
"Misaki? What's up?" she asks. I frown.
"Sakura, I think I've gone crazy," I say. She giggles.
"What happened?" she inquires.
"This girl came to visit Takumi, and I don't think she's planning on leaving anytime soon," I explain. "She's all over him- and he's all over her!" I exclaim, flopping onto my bed. Sakura gasps on the other line.
"You know, the train isn't here yet... Want me to come back? I'll send the others home," she offers. I smile.
"Really? You're the best," I grin.
"I know," she replies, before hanging up.
Well, now I'd have someone to spend time with. Sakura really was a great friend.
"Misaki?" I hear a knock on my door. I sigh.
"What," I ask bitterly, phrasing my question as more of a statement. My door opens and Takumi walks in.
"Charlotte's going to be staying here for the next week," he tells me. I roll my eyes.
"Okay, and why do I care?" I ask. He shrugs.
"Just thought you'd like to know," he replies. Suddenly, he places his forehead against mine. I blush.
"What are you doing?!" I ask, shoving him away with my foot. He frowns.
"You don't have a temperature... Are you sure you're okay?" he confirms. I glare at him.
"I said yes earlier," I reply. "Get out." I command. He pouts.
"Misaki, why are you being so cold to me?" he asks, grabbing my arm. I shake his hand off.
"What do you mean?" I play dumb. He stares me in the eye.
"Misaki, I'm serious," he says. I glare at him.
"Yeah, well, I am too," I retort. He suddenly places one of his large hands on my upper back, and pushes me into his chest. He lifts my chin up with his finger, and captured my lips in his. Unlike the last kiss, this one was more needy. He shoved his lips against mine hungrily, causing a small whimper to emit from my throat.
He pulled his lips away from mine, his emerald eyes still having traces of anger in them. I was gasping for air, and I wasn't able to think straight.
"Misaki, Charlotte is a childhood friend of mine," he says. "I don't have feelings for her... I have feelings for you," he confesses. My eyes widen. Takumi likes me? And how'd he know that's what I was mad about?
"Takumi!" I hear a voice call. Of course Charlotte had to come and ruin this moment. She threw open my bedroom door, not even bothering to knock. "There you are!" she exclaims. Her expression darkens when her eyes land on me.
"What are you doing with her?" she asks bitterly, referring to me.
"Ah, Charlotte, come here," he says. I frown at how comfortable he is with her. "This is Misaki. Misaki, this is Charlotte. You two have to be nice to each other," he explains as if he were talking to children. I roll my eyes.
"Yes, Takumi!" she chirps sweetly. I sigh.
"Yeah yeah," I agree half-heartedly. If she pisses me off, I won't tolerate it.
"Okay, good," he says. Suddenly, I hear the doorbell ring. My spirits are immediately lifted, as I run downstairs. I open the door as fast as I can.
"SAAAAAKURA!" I cheer, hugging her tightly. She giggles.
"Geez, what a change of character," she jokes. She looks around to make sure nobody's eavesdropping. "Where's the wench?" she whispers.
"In my room with Takumi," I reply quietly. She glares upstairs.
"The nerve of that girl..." she mutters, following me upstairs. As expected, she was in my room. But what I was not expecting was for that girl to have her arms around Takumi's neck and for her face to be so close to his. Sakura's face instantly paled as she watched me carefully.
Honestly? I actually thought he was serious about us. I thought he actually liked me. Turns out I was completely wrong. I could feel my heart drop to my stomach. Once Takumi made eye contact with me, I saw his eyes widen.
I dashed downstairs and ran out the front door. It didn't matter to me that I was wearing an ugly baggy T-shirt with some sweatpants. I just wanted to get away from that house. I heard Sakura yelling after me, but she wasn't fast enough to keep up. What broke my heart even more was that I didn't even see Takumi run after me. Well, what did I expect?
I ran to the first place I thought of- Subaru and Erika's house. I knocked on their door, and after a few seconds, I hears a 'click' sound come from the other side. The door opened to reveal Erika.
"Can I please stay here for a while?" I ask, out of breath from all the running. She looked a bit surprised, but nonetheless, let me in.
"Of course, make yourself at home," she replies, waving me in.
"Thanks," I say gratefully. I walk inside and take a seat on their couch.
"Want to talk about what happened? You seem upset," she offers. I shake my head.
"I don't want to burden you with my problems," I decline. She nods in understanding.
"Okay. If you ever need to talk to someone, Subaru and I are always available," she tells me with a reassuring stI give her a small smile back.
"Got it," I respond.
"I'll go make some tea," she informs me, walking into the kitchen. I just sit there on the couch, thoughts racing through my head. He really didn't like me after all... Damn him. I thought those kisses meant something to him. I shudder at the thought of Charlotte's nasty lips touching Takumi's- which touched mine. Would that be like a super indirect kiss between Charlotte and I? Ew.
"Here, have some," Erika offers, setting a cup of tea in front of me on the rectangular table. "Subaru! Misaki's here!" she calls. Within a few moments, Subaru comes into the living room.
"Oh, Misaki, hey," she greets.
"Hey Subaru," I say.
"Guys, let's play The Game of Life!" Erika suggests.
"Sure," I agree.
"Alright," Subaru says.
So, we spend the rest of the day playing different board games (Subaru winning most of them) and drinking tea.
At around 10:00 P.M, we decide to head off to bed. Erika shows me to a spare bedroom, which I gladly accept. Its been a pretty long day, so I almost passed out the moment my head hit the pillow. The last image stuck in my mind was Charlotte and Takumi...
I stretch my arms and legs, feeling quite refreshed. Sadly, I had to go back to that dumb house with Takumi today, so I had to prepare myself for that.
Wait a minute, first of all, I'm not at Erika and Subaru's house anymore. And second of all, why the hell am I in Takumi's bed?!
"Takumi..." I mutter, remembering the bitter memory.
"Misaki." I hear a stern voice say back. I almost jump at the voice. I look up to see an angry Takumi standing beside the bed.
"Wha-TAKUMI? H-How'd you find me?" I stammer. That seems to piss him off more.
"I had to search for you all day, and then I find you hiding out at our neighbors' house," he replies. I bite my lower lip.
"Sorry...?" I offer, although I honestly didn't feel very sorry. He frowns.
"Misaki, sorry isn't going to cut it. Do you know how worried I was?!" he demands. I flinch slightly at his harsh tone. Why was he the angry one? I didn't do anything wrong!
"Yeah, well do you know how upset I was when I saw you and Charlotte kissing?!" I retort. In an instant, he pins me down to the bed, his larger figure hovering above me.
"We were not kissing!" he defends. I glare at him.
"What, now you're calling me a liar?" I accuse. "I saw it with my own two eyes, Takumi!" I say, trying to kick him with one of my feet, but they were trapped between his knees.
"Misaki, I already told you this! I don't like her!" he yells, exasperated. I squirm in his grip.
"Well, you lied to me then!" I yell back. He gripped my wrists tighter.
"I wouldn't ever lie to you! Why the hell would you think such a thing?" he asks.
"Oh, I don't know, maybe because I watched you kiss her behind my back?! I don't think I was hallucinating!" I reply sarcastically.
"Why do you think so lowly of Charlotte?" he asks. I grit my teeth. Here we go again, it's all about Charlotte. He doesn't even consider my feelings.
"Right there! That's why!" I reply. He looks confused.
"What?" he says, his grip on my wrists loosening. I began to feel a bit emotional. My eyes stung with unshed tears.
"Y-You only think about her! I actually thought you liked me- I was so stupid! I thought the past couple weeks we spent here together meant something to you! I thought the past two kisses we've shared meant something to you!" I spill out all my thoughts and feelings I've had for the past day. I felt a warm liquid roll down my cheeks, but I ignored it. "I-I thought I meant something to you..." I sniff, beginning to feel a bit silly. Why did I tell him all that? It's not like he'd care...
I tried to see his expression through my blurred vision, but I couldn't. All I felt was warmth. Warm arms embracing me. It was really comforting, especially since this is the moment I've been longing for ever since I saw that scene yesterday.
"Misaki, you do mean something to me. I sent Charlotte away after that misunderstanding, so no, I don't only think about her. If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have spent hours searching for you to bring you home," he says. I feel him wipe my tears away with his thumbs, and I suddenly feel much better. His words were reassuring, and I was glad to know Charlotte was gone.
"I was aware of Charlotte's feelings for me, but I didn't know she would try and hurt your feelings," he admits. I smile a bit at that. "Misaki, I like you," he confesses once again. My heart skips a beat. "Do you like me?" he asks. My hands suddenly get cold and clammy as I grow nervous. Crap, what do I say?! How do I not sound awkward and stuff...
"I-I think so..." I reply. I wasn't ready to give him a straightforward answer yet. Luckily, he seems satisfied with that answer for now.
"You're too cute," he chuckles, brushing my bangs upwards to plant a small kiss on my forehead.