Disclaimer: go ahead; rub it in, mutt face.
I'm walking through the door.
"I'm home" I call knowing full and well that I'm the only one there for the next hour, until my mother comes home from work. That jakotsu boy was quite a piece of work. Handsome, no not handsome, beautiful, angelic, perfect. I'm not sure what to make of these feelings, why I have them and what they mean. But, even now I miss him. Jakotsu, he seems so innocent and sweet. I want him to be happy, I'm glad that mia girl is his friend because she seems to make him happy. It suddenly strikes me that she may be the first friend he has ever had. Today he didn't talk at all about his friends in windam, just acquaintances. I want to call my self his friend, I mean I think I'm his friend. I hope he thinks of himself as my friend. God, I feel so stupid.
Mom will be home in 45 minutes. I'm watching t.v. Some show called inuyasha. There are these two characters on it called jakotsu and bankotsu, they are almost exact amine versions of us, and it's eerie. They seem to be close best friends, or possibly more, come to think of it. The little voice that plagues my brain grins and suggests that it might be a sign. I give it the mental finger. Oh, come on, stop lying to your self, it says, you and I both know you have feelings for him, as more than a friend. Shut up, I tell it. , No you shut up, get over it you're gay, big hairy deal. It's pretty obvious that he's gay too, I mean for crying out loud he was wearing a pink scrunchy in his hair. He's sweet and sensitive in a way that most other boys don't achieve until their fifty, if ever. He could be good for you so just admit it, you like him! no, no I don't. I feebly protest to my subconscious. Yes you do admit it you piece of slime, admit it. I, I live him.
"I love him" I say
out loud "I LOVE HIM" I scream it.
I sink into the couch,
sobbing. On the t.v. The man named jakotsu has been killed and
bankotsu, as tears run down his face, slays the murderer. I hit the
remote, turning the offending program off. Clutching a pillow I cry
myself to sleep.
I must have slept through my moms return because when I woke up it was six o'clock and my father was home.
"you bean crying" he asks roughly.
"no" I defend quickly, removing my hair from its braid to hide the wet trails on my cheeks.
"men never show tears." My father scolds.
"I know" I answer fighting back what was just stated I mustn't show.
"dinner is in an hour boys" my mother calls as I thank the gods that I don't have any homework, I don't think that I would have bean able to handle it.
A/n no, bankotsu's father is not abusive! he's just a homophobic bastard and a bit of a macho prick that makes his poor son cry.
Review and I'll give you a sexy jakotsu plushie. Flame and I'll set kilala on your sorry ass.
Please give me input, spider wench.