The boy lay on his bed, sprawled out, his hand above his red face. He moved his fingers in and out a couple of times before sighing and rolling over.
He figured out a thing or two about that thought in the back of his head when he held onto the girl's hand the other day. It broke the lock—the lock in his heart that hid the feelings he had for the girl.
Love is something that grows over time, but he felt as if he couldn't possibly love her anymore than what he did now. He just loved her so much; so much it hurt, because he knew it was an unrequited love for her. After all, not only was she his neighbor, but childhood best friend, too. And that was a relationship that was made only by the fact that they wouldn't be together. They were close, because they didn't have "feelings." That is what the relationship is like.
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Hikari's mother stood in front of the kitchen wrapping a small container of food up humming a small tune as she worked. Her eyes—as her hands kept working on wrapping the food—turned toward her daughter, who was laying on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV. "It's not like Jun to not come over," she sighed, tilting her head. "Don't you think it's odd?"
"Not really."
She forced a smile at her daughter's lack of response to her question. So, she tried again. "Why don't you take this over to Jun's house."
"Why?" she protested, jumping up and leaning against the couch to face her mother.
"Because, dear, his house is right next door." The woman walked up to her child and dropped the wrapped container of food in front of the blue-haired girl. "Don't want to?"
"I'll go." Hikari jumped off the couch and grabbed the container of food before walking out the door. While walking, she made sure that her feet touched while walking with one foot in front of the other, to prolong the time she had before she met him.
She didn't want to see Jun today.
The sky was bright and the sun was low, and she knew that her face would most likely turn red when she seen him. There were days when she knew she had to keep her distance from the boy, so that she can push her feelings for him back down deep into her heart.
To love someone, to love someone so much that you learn to hate them, that was something she could relate to. At one point, she had hated him, only because she loved him so much. But it hurt even more when they wouldn't talk, so she hid them. Hikari hid her feelings for the boy, and only let them resurface once in awhile. Today was just an unlucky day.
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The doorbell to Jun's house rang through the late afternoon silence. His mother had just gone out to do shopping, since they were almost out of food, which left Jun alone in the house.
Once he heard the doorbell, he sluggishly got out of bed, but not before contemplating if he should even answer it, because he knew exactly who it was. It could only be one person.
Still, he ventured through the hallway, down the steps, and to the door. That was where his hand froze. He didn't want to answer it.
"Jun? You there? I have food!" Hikari yelled from behind the door, with a knock. Truth was that she didn't want him to answer it, either.
The door swung open and Jun bolted forward, only to run into Hikari. She was quick enough to swing her arms up and save the food, as Jun just landed on her with a loud thudding noise.
"G-get off of me, stupid!" she yelled in between gasps for air, as he was much heavier than she was.
"S-sorry." He rubbed his head, messing his hair up a bit in the process. Then he looked down,only to be greeted by Hikari's angry face. It was just her usual mad face, but it made his heart do flips many times over; and the butterflies in his stomach were even worse than any time he could ever remember.
"Get off." Her voice was firm, and her face showed nothing but anger. "Now. Just take the stupid food and go." She let her arms swing down from above the blond and shoved the container straight into his chest, which made him sit up from the shear force of it.
"W-what the heck?" he yelled, holding tight onto the container of food the girl had just shoved into his chest. He knew that she didn't cook it, nor, apparently, did she want to see him. However, he could relate to that feeling, as well, but he couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth. "If you didn't want to see me in the first place, then why did you even come here? Think, Hikari, think!"
"I am thinking! I'm thinking I want you to get off of me, and get off my case!" she screamed in response. At that point, she wanted to run. It was taking her whole being not to burst into tears in front of the boy, which was the last thing she wanted to do. She just wanted to get out of there, and go to her room, where she felt most comfortable.
"Fine! Then don't talk to me!" A second after he said that, he flinched, and with a painful expression, shied away from her, his eyes looking to the ground beside him. As much as he wanted to take the words back, he couldn't. They were said, and they were set in stone, at least for awhile.
The painful thing wasn't the words, but the actions. He knew that if he looked down, Hikari would be crying, trying her best to hold the tears that would be pouring down her face. He also knew that she wouldn't want to see him like that.
"Fine!" She flung herself up and pushed the boy off her legs, then bolted to her house, trying to dry her tears so her mother wouldn't see them.
As she left, some tears fell to his cheek, but that cheek was already covered in tears of his own.
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The girl locked herself up in her room, cuddled close to her pillow, letting the tears flow from her face as she cried herself to sleep.
The boy hugged his knees, his face hidden deep within, and cried that night, as rain began to trickle down from the darkened sky. Just like him, he thought.