Chapter Eighteen
The next day, during Songwriting, it seems like I'm waiting forever before Len gets in the room. I feel awful for jumping to conclusions and believing Rin so quickly. Miku sits quietly next to me.
"Miku? Where's Len?" I ask.
"Oh, he's sick. Some kind of eye infection, or at least that's what Rin told me," she replies quietly. An eye infection? That can only mean… lots of crying. But Rin told Miku about it, and I should know by now to never trust Rin. Maybe he hates me so much that he doesn't even want to look at me anymore.
"How are we going to write without Len's input?" I ask Miku. She shrugs. For some reason, she seems down as well.
"Miku? What's wrong?" I ask, sitting down on the floor next to her in our group's spot.
"Kaito broke up with me last night," she whispers, closing her eyes.
"Really? He's so… Oh, I could just… kill him!" I shriek. Practically the entire room turns to stare at me. Miku sighs heavily and looks down into her lap.
"Don't you get it, Madoka?" she asks, depressed-sounding. I look back into her lethargic blue eyes, which have dark circles under them. "We won't be able to have Kaito play the drums for us," Miku exhales
"Well look at the bright side, Miku," I say. She looks up at me. "I got Gumi to play guitar for us. Plus, Luka plays drums. And, there's always Gakupo there to back us up with flute," I laugh, trying to cheer her up. A grin unwillingly sneaks onto her face. "See, there's that smile," I say, biting my lip to keep from laughing.
"I just thought we would look better with Kaito on the drums," Miku sniffs. "I mean, poor Len would be all alone."
"But if we had Kaito on the drums, poor Len would be arguing with him all the time. Think about that," I point out. Miku sighs and blinks back tears. "Oh, Miku, I'm so sorry. Just, I don't want you to have to be with Kaito anymore," I say, placing my hand lightly on her shoulder.
"You're doing a really bad job of showing it," she laughs, rubbing her eye with her hand.
"Watch out, I don't want you to get an eye infection, too," I joke. Miku giggles along with me. "Alright, we only have fifteen minutes left," I say, "Let's get writing." I open my bubblegum pink notebook.
"Wow, this is a great chorus. When did you add all this?" she asks. I smile.
"Right, I forgot to tell you. I did it in Language," I say. She fakes a shocked expression and punched me lightly in the shoulder. I pick up my pencil and begin to write down my last thoughts.
All the words have gone, in a second there's nothing
Left to say there is no way to keep this going
Where am I? Is this a dream? It's fading out now
To meet again would be an impossible dream and yet
If we were ever to see the end
I'd never want us to let this go
Though even though I know it's just a dream
And after all the things have been said and done
Odds and ends would keep a smile
No matter what and end your gut
Somehow knew this was the end
You cry and shout the words you held so tight
And had wished with all your might
"It's all a lie, you just can't die!"
But a hush came down on them
Yeah, I know, I'm all alone
Why do I never have the strength to save my only friend?
You always had believed in me
And every tear I'm crying out now, I cry them all for you
As soon as I put down my pencil, I exhale maybe a little bit too loudly. "What's up?" Miku asks, her ponytails falling over her shoulder.
"I guess it's just that… this is a lot of words," I admit. Miku reads over them all, having to flip the page twice.
"We'll make it work," she reassures me. I nod my head. Still, something is tugging at the bottom of my mind. "What else is up?" she asks, sensing it instantly.
"I don't know…" I sigh.
"It's Len, isn't it?" Miku asks, sitting on her knees. "What happened between you two that got Rin so mad?"
"Nothing," I lie. Miku looks hurt. I blink. "Okay, he asked me out and kissed me," I whisper. Miku looks up in shock.
"Madoka, do you know what this means?"