Next chapter! I haven't updated my story in a long time...

I hope (if anyone cares) that this is fine with you. I was going to update, but I have had mixed opinions about this chapter myself, so yes...

Enjoy it!

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade, for that is logical. The wise man that made these sayings must've been me in a past life, only I am logical these days. I don't believe in having past lives anyway, you die and that's it.

"Time to go, Rin."

I wonder what my mother would've been in a past life, if such things existed. She could've been a kind hearted swallow, or a beaver. She seems like a beaver. I've never met my father, but my guess is that he could've been a cheetah because he ran away from me, the child he had created, as fast as he legs could carry him.

"Okay, mama." My reply was more melancholy than usual. It wasn't that I felt particularly sad, it was just because I was tired from thinking too much the night before. "Which car are we taking?"

"The blue one, dear."

My mother was busy rushing around the house to grab the things she needed for work while I walked outside and got into one of the two cars my mother owns. I wasn't completely sure why she owned two cars but she was quite a wealthy woman, so if she wanted to spend her money on cars, it didn't bother me.

"Remember to pay Miku back for the lunch she bought you the other day, I'm sorry I forgot to give you your packed lunch." she said to me. Her breath was coming out in short gasps and she slid her small frame into the drivers seat.

"Yes, mama." I replied as she turned the engine on.

She began to drive me to my school.

"Remember to be polite to your peer, Rin. I don't want another Tuesday Afternoon."

"It was one afternoon, mama. He was being rude to me so I gave him a taste of his own medicine."

She sighed.

"A punch in the face is not a suitable way to defend yourself."

"I think it is."

My mother's expression was slightly unreadable. Her eyes seemed a little distant but she was still paying attention to the road.

"No violence, Rin. Be a good girl for your mama."

I was getting a little annoyed with her. I didn't want to be a good girl, I wanted to be a logical, correct girl. I wanted to get my point across in whatever way possible. I didn't care if it meant punching people in the face, or black mailing them. I was always going to win.

"Yes, mama." Although my reply seemed sweet enough, I really had other intentions. I didn't care what my mother thought, if someone decided to be mean to me, they would feel how I felt... in the face.

School ended as fast as it started...

… if you like to use expressions like that.

Once I got home, I found myself staring at the bin, thinking about the cookies I could've eaten. My mother wasn't home yet, so I had to cook my own dinner. I wasn't a big eater, so I grabbed some vegetables, prepared them and placed them neatly into a salad bowl.

Being with anyone else, I would be told to eat more but because I was alone, I could eat whatever I wanted to.

I didn't see how eating salad was bad for you, it was quite obviously the healthy option that only rational people tried. Trying to be hopeful that the world won't be full of obese maniacs is too much to ask for.

Someone knocked on the door while I was eating my salad. I didn't really want to get the door, but I knew it would be rude so I did get it.

"Hey there again, Rin."

I wasn't feeling mushy or lovey-dovey or anything of that description, I was feeling neutral.

"Hello, boyfriend of Miku." My voice sounded dull and dead, but there was definitely emphasis on the words 'boyfriend' and 'Miku'. It did sound rude as a greeting, I was trying to tell him to clear off and hang out with his girlfriend.

Len looked surprised by my sharp reply. "S-Sorry..."

I was trying to stare him down.

"Miku's ill..."

I kept trying.

"So I wondered if you wanted to help me pick out some foods she would like and then come over her house with me?"

That got me confused.

"... huh?"

Len started to grin at me. "Well," he began, "I thought it would be nice if you came too, considering you two are best friends."

You cannot get more full of crap than that.

"Is that so?" I asked. I put a faked smile on my face and continued, "Doesn't Miku want to hang out with you... alone?"

He looked at me sadly and turned around. His reply was quieter, because he was facing the other direction, I could still understand him though. "It's fine if you don't want to come."

I smiled slightly as I thought about it. "Good, because I don't want to go anywhere with you!"

"Miku will be sad if you don't come." he sounded depressed. It was the type of depression that makes everyone feel depressed. Even me.

His words and expression weren't going to stop me.

"Go have fun with your 'girlfriend'. I hate you so much already."

Len didn't reply until a minute or so later. "Wh-Whatever."

He walked off, into the gloomy place that was the suburbs of Tokyo and didn't look back. I saw him take his mobile out and dial a number.

"See you around, Rin."

He walked at a faster pace and began speaking in a quieter tone, he was probably on the phone to Miku. He was probably explaining about how I didn't want to come because I hate him and how he can smell cookies mixed with left over soup coming from my dustbin.

I didn't care.

I was very strong indeed.

I thought I was strong.

I was not strong.

Sadly, you always tend to realise things much later than you need to.

Singing is a misunderstood thing. It is especially misunderstood by me.

What makes a singing voice good?

What makes one bad?

I never bothered searching for the answers. Sitting at home alone, I always found myself singing. My voice had always sounded strained and whiny, but I liked having a guilty pleasure in letting my feelings float around in a musical form.

The music I hear on the radio, it isn't what I sing. When I sing, I don't rap and repeat the same words... I say how I feel exactly at that moment in time.

That can't be wrong.

If singing is about 'emotion'... I must be doing it right...

The next day, once I was home from school, Len came again.

"Are you sure you don't want to come, Rin?" he asked me softly. He made sure I was looking into his eyes as he spoke. "Miku seemed lonely without you there."

"You're just saying that." I replied. "But don't really care about me."

Len thought for a moment. "How do you know that? You aren't me."

I didn't reply and he sighed. I did feel a little bad. Len didn't seem like a bad guy, but I didn't want his fake attitude to deceive me. He was probably like the rest of them.

Boys.

They are disgusting creatures.

"I'll show you that I'm not a bad guy, okay?" he paused and grabbed my hand. "Lets go!"

He dragged me out of my own house, even with my protests. I knew that I wasn't going to win so I grabbed a key and quickly locked the door. He pulled me down and street and grinned the whole way until we made it to the supermarket.

"Miku likes leeks." Len muttered before putting many leeks into the basket he had picked up. He continued muttering to himself as he strolled through the store and occasionally picked items up. After a few minutes of doing this, he looked at me. "Is there anything you want, Rin?"

"I'm fine." I replied, but my rumbling stomach was giving me away.

"I'll buy you some fast food on the way to Miku's house if you want, fast food always tastes better when you're in a rush to see someone."

I nodded. "Fine, fine."

Once Len had paid for the items he had picked up in the supermarket, we headed down the road and to my worst nightmare – Mc Donalds. I found myself waiting back as Len stood at the counter and ordered me something. I didn't know what he had ordered me and I was dreading it.

Fast food is disgusting, there's probably more fat in a Mc Donalds cheeseburger than there is on my whole body! (I am unhealthily thin, a lot of people say.)

I almost gagged when Len gave me a bag of food. It smelt of grease and salt.

Len laughed at me. "Just eat it, it's a one off."

His words did not make me feel any better.

I was feeling happier as I saw Miku's familiar house.

Len was already in the kitchen, making food, so I searched for Miku and found her, pale faced, in her bed.

"Rin!" Miku exclaimed as I came towards her. Her throat sounded sore and I felt sorry for her.

"Hello, Miku." I said, "How are you doing?"

In my head, I was already coming up with other things to say. I wasn't the best at making people feel better, so I had to really try for Miku.

I always felt so emotionless.

I hoped that didn't come across in my speech.

By the time it was dark, I had called my mother to pick me up from Miku's house.

Len had left me and Miku alone for a while and had given Miku a soup that seemed perfect for the leek freak. I envied his cooking skills.

Once I was back home, my mind was once again flooded with thoughts of Len Kagamine and his saltly breath after he had eaten a few of my fries and his cooking skills. I imagined him as being a famous chef, cooking meals for me in a big mansion. I needed to let those thoughts go.

I thought of Miku.

Miku.

MIKU.

Her pretty hair tangled and her pale face and her coughing.

Miku and Len.

It was always going to be that, no matter if Miku was ill.

Rin was just a girl that he bought Mc Donalds for because she seemed hungry and was begging for attention, sort of. Rin was no one.

Len's world was full of more than a skinny girl with no emotion in her words, his world was full of a teal haired princess that could sing like an angel and lived in a sweet heaven.

Rin does not really understand love. She has already taken to Len's charm and has developed a crush on him, but she doesn't understand it. Many people can feel this way about love, I feel. It is not uncommon to be wondering why you feel the way you do. You cannot give up on your feelings, you must use your heart! (That sounded cheesy. xD)

I do not like this chapter very much: from beginning to end.

Hopefully I will find time to rewrite it because I am not happy with it, but I think that I need to learn more about writing before I can!

See you next time! (Maybe)