16 - I wanna know! (and I wanna know now!)
When Haruka finally made it home, she was starving. She could actually feel the hole in her stomach, demanding her to put some solid food in there.
Her blonde hair was still somewhat wet from the shower she had taken earlier.
A shower that of course had have a lot to do with teasing her aquamarine haired goddess, and nothing to do with actually getting all clean and shiny herself. They had some coffee afterwards, and then she had offered a ride to Michiru, feeling somewhat guilty for making her late for work.
Oh, well, I did tell her she's too damn tempting for her own good, she thought to herself, amused, as she made her way into the kitchen. Her stomach complaining at the smell of fresh, recently made coffee and french toasts.
She took a toast, and poured herself a cup of coffee, not even bothering to take a seat on the table, and resting against the kitchen's counter instead.
And the sudden face that came to stand right in front of her made her jump up in surprise.
"Dear Lord, Makoto!" she exclaimed "Don't do that!"
"Spill" was all the brunette said to her, crossing her arms over her chest, and tapping her foot on the floor.
"Can I have some breakfast first?" Haruka asked, looking all innocent.
"Ever heard the expression 'talk over coffee'? You can do that, can't you?" she answered her, sitting up on the counter, crossing her legs, and looking all ready to listen "Ok, I'm all set. Spill"
Haruka let out a sigh "Don't you have to go to work?" she asked "Your boss is gonna freak on you again"
"My boss can kiss my cute little ass" the brunette answered her "He's a conceited, egoistical asshole, and he can drop dead for as far as I care" she argued "And you've been beating around the bush for way too long, so, spill! Who is he? Do I know him?"
The tall blonde woman took a deep breath, and sat up on the counter, right in front of her friend.
This was going to be a long talk.
"There's no him" she answered, choosing to start by the shorter way.
Makoto frowned at her.
"What do you mean there's no him?" she asked "You admitted you're seeing someone, and I know you didn't spend the entire night..." she didn't finish her sentence. Instead, she frowned again, looking at her roommate "Wait, you're not a pole dancer or anything, right? Are you working as a hooker now?"
"What? No!" Haruka exclaimed, actually quite scandalized at her friend's question "You really need to stop watching so much crap on tv!"
"Well, I'm sorry! But you just said..."
"I didn't say I'm a hooker!" she interrupted her "And I didn't say I'm working the night either! In any kind of way! Geez!" the blonde exclaimed, and then she took a deep breath, calming herself down a little "I simply said there's no him"
Makoto blinked at her "What do you mean..." she blinked again "Oh..."
"I mean I think I'm gay" the blonde said, lowering her eyes.
Again, Makoto blinked.
"Really?" she asked, and then blinked again "Wow... I mean, I … you... wow..." she didn't even know what to say now.
Surely, she wasn't expecting that!
But when she saw her friend's expression, as if she was waiting for some kind of explosion, and not meeting her gaze, she frowned "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked, softly "I thought we were friends..."
"We are!" Haruka exclaimed, now looking up at her. She let out a sigh again "I just... I'm a mess, ok? I was confused, and... I thought you'd freak out on me or something..."
"Of course I'm freaking out on you!" the brunette exclaimed "How long have you been keeping this to yourself?" she asked "I'm your friend, you dumb ass! You should of trusted me! Give me some credit here!"
"I know, I'm sorry" Haruka apologized "It's just that... I was confused, ok! I'm still confused!" she exclaimed "I mean... sure, I like men, but, you know..."
"You like chicks too" Makoto finished for her.
"Um... yeah" the blonde murmured.
"That's what happened at Jad's opening party, right? You left, with a girl" the brunette said, softly. And when the blonde nodded her head, she asked "That's when you first realized?"
"Not really" she finally confessed. And looking at her friend's face, Haruka figured she owed her an explanation. A real one.
So, she told her about her confusing teenage years, and about her crush on her redhead classmate. She told her all about it, and her conviction, back then, of actually being gay. And then she told her how everything changed that summer, confusing her all over again.
"So, what? You thought it was just a phase or something?" Makoto asked, intrigued.
"Well, yeah" Haruka answered "I mean, it's not like I didn't like being with guys or anything. And I never really got anywhere with a girl before, so..."
"And now?" Makoto asked "What about now? You said you think you're gay, but you're not sure" she stated, and the blonde nodded again "So, you swing both ways. It's not really that uncommon, you know?" she pointed out "Or you like it better with a woman?"
Haruka looked at her, and blushed, and Makoto narrowed her eyes at her.
"So here's where you're mysterious lover shows up" she guessed "Am I right?"
"Kinda"
"So for the last few months you've been doing girls and playing around" she guessed again.
"Right" she answered. And then she frowned at her "You know? You just sounded like a such guy there"
"I knew it!" the brunette exclaimed, victoriously, and completely ignoring Haruka's last comment "Ok, I didn't know you were going to throw something like this at me. But I knew there was someone! I mean, look at you!"
"What?" she asked, frowning again "So, yes, there is someone, and it's a she. And I... well, you know, I like her..."
"You're so hooked up!" Makoto exclaimed, clapping her hands.
"I don't know, ok?" Haruka said, interrupting her friend's celebration "I just met her, and I only went out with her twice. Ok, we didn't really go out..." she mumbled, blushing "That's not the point! The point is, I just met her, and we're... you know, getting to know each other. Sure, she's beautiful, and talented, and funny, and smart. She can be kinda shy at times, and maybe a little insecure about herself. At least that's what I thought when I first met her..."
"Well, she's a girl" Makoto stated "We, girls, get insecure about ourselves from time to time. Don't you?"
"No, I get confused and frustrated" she answered "There's a big difference there. And I don't even know why she would ever get like that. She's incredibly beautiful, and feminine and sexy, and delicate..."
"Meaning, pretty much everything you're not" the brunette interrupted again, now smiling, amused "I mean, you can be sexy when you want to, but feminine and delicate? So not you" she said, and grinned when the blonde nodded her head in agreement "Do I know her?" Makoto asked, excited now "It's not Rei, is it?"
"What? Are you kidding me?" the blonde exclaimed "I said she's delicate, not short tempered and insane!" she exclaimed.
"Ok, ok! It's not Rei, then!" Makoto said, hands up in the air in a defensive way "Gee, sorry! I was just asking!" she then raised an eyebrow at her roommate "So? Do I know her?"
Haruka looked at her, and then she threw a glance at the kitchen's wall clock. She turned her eyes back at her friend, smiling evilly.
"You're fashionably late for work, you know?"
"Uh! I do know her!" Makoto exclaimed, ignoring the warning "Is it that waitress at Jad's? The one with the miniskirts and the short, curly, purple hair?" she asked.
"No" Haruka answered her, turning around and leaving the kitchen "And you're fifteen minutes away from getting your ass fired"
"Oh, come on!" she yelled after her, and then she checked the clock herself "Oh, crap!" she cursed, jumping off the counter and making her way out of the house "This conversation isn't over!" she yelled, before heading out.