I don't own JSRF…I DO own this fic so don't plagiarize…You know, I read over the last part and I really liked what I wrote so here's part two.

Heart

Cube/Gum

Volly: Please… for the love of God… I'm begging you… (tears in his eyes) please, update your story. Don't make me get on my knees and beg.

99th Street, 11:30am

I've always hated girls that are the way I thought she was. Girls who always check and double check and triple check and so on to make sure they always look good all the time. Girls who get angry and throw temper tantrums at the drop of a hat. Girls who disrespect others behind their backs. Girls who do drugs because they think it's cool or because they think they have serious problems when in reality they don't. Girls who constantly put out. Girls who always need to be a center of attention if not the center of attention. Girls who just go along with a group instead of just doing their own thing. Girls who feign empathy so they appear less narcissistic than they really are even though they really don't care about anyone but themselves.

I hadn't really spoken to her the first time I met her but I had that impression about her. I guess it was unfair of me to judge her so harshly. I guess it's because I saw the way she would look at me sometimes and I thought that she may have had that type of impression about me. She didn't talk to me either with the exception of a few instances. Then one day everyone else had left the garage for whatever reason they had to leave and she approached me. We started to chat a little. Eventually the conversation became about me getting along with the others. I said I didn't really know anyone else there beyond Soda and Clutch. I was sort of acquainted with Yoyo and Jazz because of our "conspiracy" but that was all. I had only met Yoyo a few times before joining and I had only known Jazz for about a week before joining. She asked why I hadn't gotten to know anyone else while I had the chance. I said I just hadn't gotten around to it. The truth is I found Beat repellant, thought Corn was weird, thought Garam was too goofy and found Boogie too… well, actually I felt like she either didn't like me or didn't trust me. I didn't think it was a good idea to tell her what I thought about her. I told her that I wasn't sure where I fit in or whether I should even be with them.

At the time I guess she felt sorry for me so she started hanging out with me. It pissed me off. I didn't want any fucking sympathy for not having friends in the group. Occasionally Soda and Clutch started asking me about it. I made a few jokes about her and, yeah, we laughed at her behind her back. I know it's a pretty shitty thing to do and yes it does make me a bit of a hypocrite. I don't know why but I just didn't want them to think we were friends. What was really messed up was that I thought she thought that we actually were friends, but I thought that I was just faking.

We talked all the time: about ourselves, about each other, about the other GG's. It was kind of fun to find out what she really thought of everyone else. She had a pro and a con for everyone. She said that Corn was a great guy: he was a genius in his own right, he was brave and he had always been there for her in all the time she'd known him. Her only problem with him was that he would do too much on his own if he saw a situation get out of hand. Beat? Well, she said he was cute and he was smart but she had the feeling that if anything went wrong with Corn he might try to incite the GG's against him and take over… and he tends to say and do things that were wildly inappropriate. Oh, and he's constantly flirting with her (which bugs her even though she does flirt back… she claims that she only does it because it's funny to mess with him, which it is). She thinks Yoyo's cute and that he's actually a pretty sweet guy, but he's also a liar (though she does find him to be somewhat trust worthy) and a horrible pervert. She thinks Combo's cute (there seems to be a theme here) but he doesn't really talk to anybody so she hasn't gotten the chance to really get to know him (because she would actually like to go out with him… she says she has a thing for black guys; she doesn't know why). She likes Rhyth a lot. She says she's really nice and she's actually a lot smarter than everyone thinks she is but she has confidence issues; she's too timid at times.

I guess it would take too long to go over everyone else.

Then one day she asked me what I thought about her. What could I do? I told her truth (because for whatever reason I thought it would be wrong to lie to her). I told her what I originally thought about her. She seemed mad at first but then she told me what she thought about me. She told me that she had thought that I was trying to replace her in the gang… among other things (she had a pretty long list on me). We were hanging out together for weeks and we were faking through it the whole time. Isn't that fucking crazy? How strange is it that this is the way we actually became friends.

Anyway, once we cleared the air we were able to actually get to know each other. I guess the first thing I learned about her was that she doesn't say anything bad about someone if she can't say anything good about them. She only checks herself once before she goes anywhere and after that she just goes with the flow. She does have anger management issues but she doesn't throw temper tantrums… though she is likely to hurt someone if given just cause. She smokes weed because otherwise she'd have no appetite (and that's a good enough reason in my book). She does appear slutty sometimes but she's actually only had sex with three guys (that's pretty good considering she's had fourteen boyfriends). Oh, and she actually does have serious problems.

I take a look around the room. The window is open and sunlight is flooding the room (unfortunately it's raining outside so the sunlight is kind of gray). I don't recall rolling up the Jolly Rodger so I can only assume that I dozed off and she rolled it up before she went into the shower. The Christmas lights are off (in here) and I can see all of the posters and flags on the walls very clearly. There's a lot of sports posters and centerfolds on the walls. We only have a few flags: the aforementioned Jolly Rodger, a Kamikaze flag, a Jimi Hendrix flag, a black flag with a red star and an Oakland Raiders flag.

I take a good look around. It seems like she's been moving our stuff around. Why would she do that? I hear a vibrating sound that isn't coming from my chair. It's Gum's cell phone. I look around until I finally find it. I flip it open and read the caller I.D. Taro. Her step-dad called her. I receive the call and immediately hang-up, even when no one else is around I show my contempt for him. She gets another call. Cornball. I giggle when I read that. I leave it alone long enough for him to be sent through to her voice mail. Now, I start flipping through her phonebook. I don't find what I'm looking for. I decide to enter my phone number and when it tells me to place a name next to it I type C-U-B-I-E and place a little heart icon next to it. That gets me thinking… I can't believe I actually kissed her. Why would I just put myself out there like that? It was a stupid thing to do.

She's in the bathroom right now, taking a shower (the water heaters are shut off so there's only cold water). We had to tape more of our Christmas lights up on the bathroom ceiling to we can see when we go in there, but the outlet doesn't work in the bathroom so we had to have the lights connected to one of the working outlets. Since they have to go out of the bathroom to get to the outlet they prevent the door from closing all the way. I don't have any music on right now so I can hear her humming. The water turns off and she's still humming. I place her phone back where it was, right next to her helmet. Gum comes out of the bathroom with a yellow towel wrapped around her body. Her blonde hair is wet and hanging down in front of her eyes. As she pulls one of her sodden bangs behind her ear, I try to think about how yellow is a good color for her and not about how the towel is wrapped so tightly that her breast are pushing up out of it or how they bounce and her hips sway with every step she takes toward me. I can't think about yellow.

She crouches down in front of me (close enough for me to smell the strawberry body-wash and banana shampoo she uses) and asks me what I'm doing with her phone. I tell her that Corn and her step-father called for her. She sighs, gets up and goes over to the incense burner. As she lights the incense (I don't know the aroma but they're extremely overpowering) she says something about not even being gone long enough for them to be making a federal case out of it. I remind her that we've slept here for three days straight with only two trips back to the garage. It's only natural for them to want to know where she is. She asks if anyone has called me to which I reply no. When she asks why I say it's because no one cares enough about me to call and find out where I've been for seventy-two hours, I tell her that I keep a low profile.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't do anything that would draw attention to myself so if I'm missing for a few days nobody would notice. On the other hand, if you disappear for even half a day they get the bloodhounds on your scent." She tells me that if I was missing for half a day she'd go looking for me. I feel my heart warm up and tell her that it's sweet of her to say that.

The clothes we lifted are all in travel bags sitting up against the wall. She goes over to the bags, unzips one and starts to root through it. She pulls out a few articles of clothing then… she takes off her towel… oh shit. I turn away because I'm starting to blush, but I want so badly to look at her. Maybe I can sneak a peak… I turn a little and look over my shoulder. Oh… Her ass is so tight and round… and her breasts are absolutely perfect in every way: their size, their shape… and I can tell from looking that her cold shower had an affect on her. Everything else is… her legs, her hips, her back, her shoulders… oh my god… She's a goddess!

"Cube?" She turns to me holding up some clothes.

I snap out of it. Huh? "Huh?" Oh shit. Did she catch me looking? How do I play this off? I point at her crotch. "Carpet doesn't match the drapes." …Smooth.

"What?" She looks down. Her pubic hairs are brown. She snorts and purses her lips. "It does so match the drapes." She approaches me (boobs bouncing and hips swaying all the way over), ducks her head and starts sifting through her hair. "See?" Her roots are brown; they do indeed match the carpet. She raises her head and smiles at me as I nearly choke on my laughter.

I hope she didn't notice. She probably wouldn't want to hang out with me anymore if she did.

She grabs my hand and pulls me over to the clothes. "Help me pick out my clothes."

She holds up a yellow, sleeveless shirt with the words "lovely girl" written in black hiragana running down the left side and a white tank top in her left hand and a black skirt and a white skirt with green and yellow plaid designs in her right. "What should I wear?"

I can't get the fact that she's still completely nude off of my mind. "Maybe you should start with underwear…"

She lets out an exasperated sigh and forces all of the items into my hands. She goes into one of the other bags and pulls out a pair of white panties (which I consider lying by omission) and slides them on. She immediately takes the clothes back and holds them up. "Now help me…"

"No bra?"

"No damn it… choose!"

"Don't snap at me!"

"Quite stallin'! I don't wanna stand here topless all day!"

I could watch her topless all day and night. I know that won't happen so I sigh. "Okay, okay… go with the yellow shirt and black skirt." Take your time putting them on…please.

She's dresses quickly. I change my clothes too. I change from my tube-top and black pants to a black t-shirt and long, black shorts with draw-strings at the hems; I'm still wearing my usual belt buckle but this time with a spike-studded belt.

Her shirt hugs her waist and her breasts. Her skirt is six-inches above her knees; her black socks are about six inches below her knees. I watch as she pulls on a black beanie with a "Michigan" logo. It's small so she pulls it all the way down until it form-fits her head and covers her eyebrows, which doesn't bother me because it draws my attention too her soft, brown eyes. Her hair sticks out from under the beanie.

She's so beautiful right now I can't stand it anymore.

The whole reason we even found this place, the reason we're here right now, was that we wanted a place where we could be together and be ourselves. Our real selves. Be us, the us that we don't show our friends because we don't believe they'll like who we really are. We've opened up to each other completely just by coming here together every day… almost completely. I've been careful to omit one detail about myself. I've been afraid that if I let her know the truth she won't want to be around me anymore… but I want her to know because…

God she's beautiful. I want her so bad it hurts my heart.

She grabs me by my hand and leads me to the door. We get about halfway to the door when I stop. She turns to me and looks directly into my eyes. She's still holding my hand. My heart rate hits mach 7.

"Cube, are you okay?"

I want to say yes but I cant… I can't speak. My throat's dry.

"Cube? What's wrong?" She looks worried. My heart melts when I see that she's worried about me.

Without thinking I squeeze her hand. My heart's beating so fast and so hard that it's hurting my chest. I swallow and my throat gets stuck. I try to generate saliva.

She approaches me now. "Cubie?" My eyes are fixated on her lips… her full, luscious lips. Her lip gloss is yellowish-orange. She told me before that it's mango flavored.

I've been afraid that if I let her know the truth she won't want to be around me anymore… but I want her to know because… because I'm tired of keeping it a secret from her… because I want to let her know… I want to let her know how I feel about her.

I pull her in close to me and release her hand. I almost hesitate to wrap my right arm around her back. My left hand unconsciously raises and caresses her cheek. My breaths become quicker and my heart rate stays constant at high speed, then suddenly…it all slows down: my breathing, my heart, time… it all slows down and I…

I kiss her.

Her eyes slowly close and mine follow suit. Her arms wrap around me and she begins to caress my lower back. We back-up until I have her pinned against the door. I still smell bananas. I still smell strawberries. I can taste mango. I wrap my left hand around her waist and squeeze her as tight as I can without hurting her. Our breasts press against each other. Our hips meet. I can tell she's getting into it.

But then she stops.

She lets go of me and uses her hands to pry my hands off of her. She pushes me away.

Oh no… please no… not yet… please…

She's panting. She's still up against the door. Her eyes are fixed on me, but soon she turns her head. She won't look at me.

No… please no… don't do that…

She turns around and opens the door. As soon as she's facing away from me she wipes her lips.

No…not like this…

I approach her and place a hand on her shoulder. She cringes. She brushes it off.

No… please Gum…

She opens the door and walks out into the hallway. She leaves the door standing open and waits for me in the hallway.

She makes an attempt to look at me so I try to explain myself. "Gum… Yasu, I…" She turns away from me. When she looks at me I see that she is confused and doesn't know how to feel. I don't see the look of hatred and disgust I half-expected to see on her face; that's a relief I suppose.

I leave the room and lock-up behind me. I look at her again. I take a deep breath and timidly step toward her. She doesn't move. I approach her now and when I get too close she steps away. When she steps away I stop. I'm starting to choke-up so I bite my lip. I start toward the stairs and she follows after I take a few steps. I don't want to cry in front of her. I just don't want to cry in front of her.

I've always been afraid of this. I've always been afraid of really being who I really am for this very reason. I've always been afraid of being rejected. It hurts, I won't lie.

What really hurts is that now she probably thinks I was never really her friend. She probably thinks I just wanted to get close to her and take advantage of the situation. It's not just that it hurts. It's that she's the only person I've actually shared my feelings with and everything that I was afraid would happen has happened so far. It's the fact that now that I've come clean with her I'm a pariah. She's my best friend and I love her but it doesn't matter because she thinks I'm a liar now.

It's a good thing the rest of these hallways are dark…I don't want her to see my mascara running.

We make it down to the first floor and go out of the door. We have to make a right but she turns left. I grab her hand and she stops. She isn't looking at me, she's staring down the street.

I had wiped my face before we got out into the sulight but it doesn't matter anymore. I'm crying again. I can't fight my tears anymore. The whole way down I had been thinking that I could explain myself to her and maybe salvage enough of our relationship to still be friends... but now what's the point?

My grip on her hand loosens and she slips away. She proceeds down the street leaving me standing alone.

Keep an eye out for part three. Review this chapter though. I'm gonna keep the story going as long as I can.