A/N: I'm not going to give you a cupcake with poop frosting. That being said, I hope anyone worried with the updates can understand. Hopefully, I can update more often through the months but the time management is a challenge right now. So please don't be discouraged. I intend to keep this story going until the very last chapter...whenever that may be :)
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For some reason, I always feel like shit after a nap.
I predict the feeling is quite similar to a mid-life crisis. I mean, you get this emptiness that causes you to rethink all of your past choices. I'm a teenager yet I feel like my life has already met its limit.
Stupid, I know.
That's the thing about being a teenager though. One thing fucks you emotionally and you're in a stump. And that's why we're such fucking idiots. Our methods of coping are as stupid as our stereotypes.
Take me for example.
I'm a good girl at heart. It's easy to think so when you get a good look at me. I mean, I'm 5'2" and I have long hair usually stylized in twin pigtails. One could easily mistake me as a 12 year old. Puberty never rid of my baby-face and it seems that I'm stuck with it. The way I see, it's better to look innocent with a body as undeveloped as mine. Overall, I look like your average petite sweetheart.
In reality, I'm not as sweet as my parents think.
What's even funnier is that they already picture my future to be a generic as 'the girl next door'.
'Good guys finish last' is what they always say. They expect me to end up with some good boy who treats me right and tends to my needs. I'll fall in love with him, get married, and raise his kids in the suburbs. I'll be the perfect wife, the perfect mother, but I know for a fact that life wouldn't make me the perfect woman.
You see, 'perfect' is in the eyes of the beholder. So, in my world, 'perfect' is independence.
The freedom to make my own choices, be my own person, and especially, find my own partner without strings attached.
I don't want the 'good guy' but I also don't want the 'bad boy'.
I want HER.
A girl so tragic, she's beautiful. A girl so strong, she's classy. A girl so strange, she's original. And above it all, a girl so difficult, she's worth it.
So, it would make sense for me to chase after Luka as she's everything I hope for in a girl.
Yet, there's one thing preventing me from thinking about her in the same usual sense of infatuation.
First day we met and I succumbed. I let her hold me in the most vulnerable of moments. I let her hear me cry out in the midst of passion and feel me through the most intimate of places. She didn't fully take me but it was enough to satisfy her need I suppose.
And that's why I won't be surprised if she's done with me already.
It's safe to say that I'm done with her too.
At least, I hope so.
I sigh at the overwhelming tension surrounding me. I'm finally at home in the privacy of my own room yet even here, Luka Megurine manages to sneak her presence. That's how you know you're screwed. They don't even have to be there for you to remember them. Yet, every minute of your day it seems that they're standing before you; mocking you with vivid memories.
If I think I have it bad then Lily must have been through mental torture beyond the limit.
I never thought I would see the day Lily Masuda broke into a state of dripping tears and raging anger. She exploded with pain evident through her gleaming and scorching steel-blue eyes. Her words dripped with pain and hate and while I stood before her with a pitiful expression, my mind became consumed with fury against the pink-haired temptress. It was more than obvious now that I was dealing with more than just some beautiful socialite.
She was fake, conniving, disturbing, but most of all, she was dangerous; and not just mentally but physically as well. I cringe at the wonder of Luka and Lily's unspeakable history. Even my natural curiosity won't take into effect this time. I've heard enough as it is regarding my crush.
A snicker slips through me at the thought.
Forget crush.
Luka Megurine is more of a tsunami now, crashing down all my barriers with an almighty force. And that force still manages to get my heart racing at the very thought of her. The guilt of it causes me to groan into the fabric of my pillow. Usually the comfort of my own room soothes my mind into complete serenity but it's impossible with the recount of yesterday's events. The blanket that is the darkness fails today to drift me into sleep. Mental images change at the pace of the ticking clock on my bedside table. Each seconds calls for a different picture of Luka in my head.
Her various expressions from gentle to seductive baffle my mind yet I'm staring up at the ceiling with a calm expression. By now, it seems normal for her to be so painfully mysterious that her countless masks have become trademarks of her identity. Or should I say identities because I doubt she is even capable of maintaining one.
I sigh once more into the eerie atmosphere and roll onto my side. Shadows sweep across from me, obscuring the frames sitting on my dresser. Even so, I can tell that Miki occupies most of the pictures I have neatly set in vintage decoration.
Boy, did she let me have it last evening but at least she seemed intrigued by Lily Masuda to distract her frustration.
Speaking of the blonde, after the intense ride back from Sweet Ann's, Lily was jumpy with the results of her outburst. In fact, most of the duration of the ride was awkward. That is until I decided to break the ice.
*FLASHBACK*
It took Lou Reed's Walk on the Wild Side on the radio to finally get the blonde to finally crack with a response. At first, I was beginning to think I was terrible at singing let alone crazy to think I can keep up to the undeniable talent of Reed. I wasn't used to singing to anyone else besides myself yet something ached at me to let my most prized secret be known to Lily. The blonde glanced at me every so often but by the fourth time, a smile had graced her features. At that moment, hope erupted within me and singing along suddenly became second nature.
"Candy came from out on the Island
In the back room she was everybody's darling
But she never lost her head
Even when she was giving head
She says, "Hey, babe,
Take a walk on the wild side."
Said, "Hey, babe,
Take a walk on the wild side."
And the colored girls go
"Doo do doo do doo do do doo..."
By the time I was at 'Jackie is just speeding away', Lily had the urge to speed through the remainder of the ride back to town. I had the feeling she was entirely consumed by the song that I feared we would actually crash as Jackie did.
"Lily!"
That's all it took for the blonde to burst into laughter. To my relief, she slowed down before a yellow light and for the first time that afternoon, she didn't play race. Despite that, my heartbeat was rapid but not for the fear of her usual antics against the streetlights.
"You never fail to amaze me, pigtails," she says as soon as the truck comes to a complete stop.
My lips twitch into a smile and I grasp at the hem of my sweater. I tried offering the fabric earlier as she gave up her own crop-top to clean my recent sniveling mess. She refused though as she insisted she didn't mind driving shirtless. Her goosebumps made me think otherwise but with her current state of mind, I'm sure it's not the cold that's bothering her.
"Thanks," I meekly respond.
Silence suddenly resumes and I begin to panic that the blonde has let the pleasant moment pass oddly quickly. Yet I worry for nothing as I notice Lily smiling at me.
The blonde radiates with charm and my breath hitches at the sight. I get a sense of satisfaction from bringing her to a genuine and gentle state. Or so it seems because her next choice of words suddenly tear at my insides with complete disbelief.
"Luka is in for a surprise."
At first, I'm dumbstruck that the blonde could mention such a forbidden sound at the moment. I mean, not too long ago it seemed just stating the temptress's name would cause an earthquake through Lily's rage.
"Luka?"
My tone is cold and harsh. On the other hand, Lily has miraculously gone back to poking fun at the subject.
"Well, yeah," she adds before shifting the gear into motion again, "Don't you think she would? I mean your amaz-
"I won't give her that opportunity, Lily."
The music fades into a new melody I instantly recognize as Dreams by Fleetwood Mac. Normally, such a song allows for me to calm my nerves yet right now it's hard to let it in.
"Why not?" she adds, "Don't you want to know more about her?"
"I think I know enough." I reply before sinking deeper into my seat.
"No, you don't, actually."
I snap my head up before a gaping expression overcomes my features.
She can't be serious right now.
"Lily, I heard what I needed in order to stay away," I add, "Isn't that what you wanted anyway?"
"Not if it seems like I'm forcing you," the blonde replies.
"You aren't," I snap, "and you have another thing coming if you think I'm going to let her get away with what she did to you."
"Which is exactly why I want you to keep seeing her."
As soon as she finishes that sentence, the blonde revs the engine with great force and shoots past the crosswalk. By instinct, I grab hold of the door's handle but not before staring at Lily with a gaping expression. I have an idea what she's referring to and the possibility causes me to cringe as I inquire further.
"Where are you getting at?"
Steel-blue eyes lock onto the road before us and the silence is enough to confirm the gravity of it all.
"You said it yourself," Lily adds, "Fuck Luka."
"As in FORGET HER," I clarify, "Which seems like we're failing to do if we want to get over her."
"YOU have nothing to get over, Miku," the blonde quips, "Petty sex doesn't count."
"PETTY SEX?!"
The level of my voice rises with a screeching tone. I'm aware that I sound irrational at this point as Lily couldn't be farther from the truth. What Luka and I did was less than a cheap fuck yet actually hearing it changes everything.
"Yes, petty sex," Lily repeats, "As in that poor excuse of a fuck between you and Princess Bubblecum."
"Bubble-what?!"
"You heard me, Vaseline."
"Vase-what the hell are you-WHAT?!"
I'm not surprised the blonde and I are at it again. And despite the series of highly inappropriate remarks, I can't blame Lily for her insults. Although, let's just say she does cross the line once or twice.
"Face it, Miku," she adds, "It was only a matter of time between you two."
"And how do you figure that?" I sneer.
"Because it's Luka and from experience, I know the bitch always gets what she wants."
"So you're saying she was bound to screw me and that I'm that easy?"
I'm close to slapping the blonde but I refrain from the action. With Lily speeding at the moment, it would be best to avoid any physical lash-outs. I'm not ready to die at her hands; especially during a stupid argument.
"It depends," she adds, "How far did you two go?"
"Oh god, Lily," I groan, "You're really asking me that?"
"You owe me."
"Owe you!?" I holler, "You mean details?! How is that going to get us any-
"Dammit, Miku!" the blonde snaps, "did she or did she not take you to the point of no return?"
Oh, so she's referring to the possibility of Luka taking my V-card. I see, now. Only problem is, I'm too chicken-shit to simply say no without vivid memories of a certain someone's hand crawling down my bare ass.
"Uh….well, t-technically…um," I stutter, "Technically no."
"But you still came, right?"
My face erupts into a million shades of crimson and I panic on the spot.
"I was RELIEVED!" I splutter.
"Oh for fuck sakes," Lily rolls her eyes, "Orgasm, ejaculate, splash, squirt, you know, fucking cu-
"I get it, shitdick!"
The blonde laughs and I huff at the sound.
"Seriously, pigtails," she adds between snickers, "If you can't even handle saying it then it's obvious you can't handle Luka."
"What does it even matter now?" I mutter, "As if I care who the hell she is anymore."
"I'm not talking about who she is," Lily says, "It's what she does."
My body grows stiff as a million thoughts cross my mind. I know for a fact the blonde is referring to Luka's "addiction" and I can't help but let myself inquire for further details. Guilt consumes me and I focus my sight on the passing streetlights before us.
"What exactly does she do?"
Brief silence commences and I begin to regret the result of my curiosity. Yet as soon as I turn to the blonde once more, she sighs before finally explaining.
"It's hard to say," Lily adds, "I get this guilty conscious just thinking about. I mean, I promised to never say a word but….well, you can't make promises with someone that doesn't exist."
Lily's eerie tone is enough to emit a shudder through me. She's definitely letting unpleasant memories in about now.
"What do you mean?"
The blonde slows down before making a turn at the nearest street corner. I instantly recognize the neighborhood as my own and that means it's only a matter of time before she drops me off. The reminder causes me to straighten in my seat and insist the blonde to continue her explanation.
"Well?" I ask, "What about it?"
Lily mutters something under her breath but its audible enough to catch her swear. Silence commences yet again and the wait is excruciating. She's debating on exposing yet another secret so in return, I exchange some of mine.
"My parents are divorced," I say, "My mom lives across the country and I live with just my dad. Last year, he broke up with his girlfriend of two years because he thinks she crashed his Dodge Viper. It was me actually."
Lily glances at me before parking the truck by a nearby curb. She stays silent for a moment and it only calls for me to continue the sudden word vomit spewing from me.
"I don't know what to feel about my mom. She cheated on my dad. Part of me hates her but I also miss her too. She left me and my dad when I was eight. Ever since, I had this…void to fill. A woman in my life that can give me the love my mother failed to continue. So, I yearned for comfort….particularly from other girls. Soon, it was my best friend that I depended on but it began to develop into something more. Sure, the rejection hurt but the important part is that she still accepts me to this day and she needs me as much as I need her. She's my best friend after all and at one point, my only friend."
My stomach twists and turns and my heartbeat is frantic. All my life, there has only been one person I've been willing to open up to. Miki has always been first but even so, I can't say my feelings have faded away one hundred percent. They say your first love never dies and despite that we've remained friends through it all, memories of breaking down in front of her return. I bite my lip from the vivid mental picture of that October night. I really didn't expect to hurt that much. She was simply holding hands with him but it meant more to her than I could ever imagine. And then there was that time I caught her making out with an ex. It was awkward just squeaking some sign of acknowledgement to her. I meekly said hello before brushing past them that cold December morning and while she laughed about the situation, I bit my trembling lip in hopes of staying strong. It was a lot to take in. No one knew I really liked girls.
I didn't know either.
I shake my head before dwelling deeper into the past. I get the urge to suddenly apologize for the abrupt confession but before I can open my mouth, Lily speaks up.
"I met her when were kids. At the time, we were both very close. We did the usual kid shit. Play house, tag, hop-scotch, race in those expensive-ass electric mini cars her dad always bought for her. We were best friends….innocent at the time. Then she had to move back to England after some fuck up that occurred with her family's company. It took me years to realize what really happened. Her father fucked over my father. Back then my dad owned a film company….well….I'm not going to sugarcoat it."
Lily chuckles.
"Bachmier Entertainment….porn, went out of business. Dad sold everything after legal battles. Apparently, an underage boy slipped through the radar and fucked over not only my dad's reputation but Luka's father as well."
The blonde sighs with a shaky breath.
"If it weren't for Luka's fucking brother then she would have never moved away. Eventually he got disowned. Luka disappeared. Ten years later, she comes back and attends the same high school as me. The moment she saw me after all those years, she hugged me, nearly almost suffocated me. Meanwhile….Jesus Christ….I couldn't stop staring at her. She was fucking BEAUTIFUL. We weren't kids anymore. We were grown up. And that's when it all started."
I bite my lip as I prepare for the worst. Meanwhile, Lily continues.
"At first, I thought she had a staring problem. Every time in the locker rooms, I would catch her stealing glances or lingering gazes on me. Sometimes I would joke about it, you know, give my two cents on her 'problem'. She insisted she really wanted to learn more about proper ab-workouts. I was naïve at the time but I knew she was just playing along with the other girls. It seemed I had it all. I was captain of the Cheer Team and I was friends with Meiko and Gumi. Luka strangely admired me. Even when she was around Gakupo, I felt her eyes on me. I remember this one time we were at a party and she was making out with him. Her boyfriend's back was toward me and she just…continued staring at me even when her lips were locked with his. Sounds creepy but she had this glint in her eye that just…snapped something in me. Eventually, I had enough of her bullshit so I confronted her in an empty room upstairs. And on that night, right under Gakupo's nose AND on his bed, we fucked."
My fists clench and I gulp as I take it all in. This is messed up, no doubt about it.
"It didn't stop there. Even after I outed myself to the team and got kicked off, Luka still pursued me…behind closed doors of course. So, I went with it. I took her at any given opportunity. Sounds like I had a problem at the time but Luka…fuck…Luka was more out of control with it. She wasn't sick with any ideas. She just NEEDED it…from a woman but not just any woman. She had to fit her "visions" or whatever the fuck she called them. She had to know everything about my body. What I liked best, how fast or rough, levels of sounds during orgasms. She endlessly explored….taboo shit. Fucked me inside out to put it simply and while I was some piece to her…some attempt at "art", I struggled with just trying to make LOVE to her. I did, rarely. And that's when I saw the real Luka. That's the Luka I promised to never expose what I just told you."
Steel blue eyes finally meet again.
"Too bad she doesn't exist anymore so there's no point keeping it in, right?"
Lily smiles in the most tragic of ways. Her eyes gleam with a familiar broken pain, lips stretch with an awkward twitch, and just as she bites on the bottom, a knock at my window suddenly disrupts the moment. We both jump at the sound and I freeze at the sight beside me.
Miki Furukawa.
"The fuck is taking you so long?!"
I blink in confusion before finally taking in the form of my pissed-off best friend.
"You never responded to my texts, the least you could do is let me know you're alive, you could have sent a picture of your shit while I was eating and I would have been grateful instead, Miku!"
Lily snorts and I instantly glare at her sudden change of mood. Although, I admit that last part of Miki's rant was pretty funny.
"And who in the fuck are YOU?" Miki asks, "Who is she, Miku?"
"Calm down," Lily adds with a smirk, "I'm not trying anything with your girlfriend, just a talk."
"You're lucky she isn't my girlfriend otherwise I would be at the side of YOUR window smashing you with the end of a bat!"
"MIKI!" I holler.
"Oh baby, feisty red," Lily chuckles with a nudge to my shoulder, "And you wanted us to never meet."
"Judging how it's going so far, you can't blame me," I retort before exiting out the truck.
The blonde follows with a laugh.
"Well, I think we're kicking it off smoothly, right Miki?"
Lily winks and I groan at the gesture toward my best friend. On the other hand, Miki seems to have been affected as she struggles to respond.
"Uh….w-what….who is she?" she harshly whispers to me.
Before I can properly introduce the two, the blonde intervenes with her usual flirty manners.
"Depends," Lily says, "Like what you see and I'll be whatever you want me to be."
It's not every day when I get to see my best friend fluster. She always has control but it seems the blonde has certainly turned the tables on her. And judging from her current pose, there's some definite sex appeal added to get Miki blushing like a schoolgirl.
Lily's bent forward over the hood of her truck. Her trademark charm radiates with a glint from her exotic steel-blue eyes. Suddenly, a painful reminder causes me to jump and I divert my eyes from the deep cleavage glorified by the absence of her shirt.
"Lily, your top!" I holler.
The blonde chuckles and straightens up before making her way around the front of her truck. As soon as she's standing face to face with my best friend, I can tell the tension has increased. And not in a good way, I'm afraid. I cringe at the sight of Miki gaping at the blonde. She's seems certainly impressed and I gag at the thought.
"Jesus," I mutter before attempting a proper introduction between the two, "Lily, this is Miki Furukawa, Miki, this is Lily Masuda."
Miki lets her eyes respond by trailing the blonde's stature. She cocks an eyebrow and Lily chuckles before stepping closer.
"Stay there," I warn the blonde.
She laughs and raises her hands in mock surrender. Meanwhile, Miki continues to gather all the eye candy she can get. And judging from the lingering focus on the blonde's taut stomach and appealing racy bra, she's got enough to confirm a cringe-worthy observation.
"Not bad," she says, tilting her head.
I roll my eyes at the upfront tone in Miki's comment. I'm convinced as it is regarding her interest on Lily and judging from the blonde's trademark smirk, she's more than aware as well.
"Is that really what you think?" she asks, "Cuz if you think this ain't bad then wait until you see below the belt."
Suddenly, Lily begins to unbutton her jeans and I rage at the shameless of it all.
"What are you doing?!"
"I have a tattoo on my hipbone," the blonde simply responds.
"No one wants to see it!" I shout before slapping at her arm.
"I don't mind," Miki adds with a snicker, "What is it?"
"Miki!" I groan.
At this point, Lily's jeans are low enough to showcase below the blonde's lower stomach and V-shape accentuating her hips. I admit her tattoo is rather beautiful considering the intricate design of a spider web wrapping the curves of her waist. Just below the silky illusions, a black widow dangles in a predatory stance.
"What is it mean?" Miki asks, "And don't make up any shit, I can smell it right away."
Lily snickers and glances at me. I shrug in response as I'm familiar with my best friend's pet peeve of tattoos without personal meanings. She absolutely hates the commercial aspect of the art.
"Well, the originality of it derives from Russian prison tattoos", the blonde replies, "According to their philosophy, a spider traveling down means crime ends for the thief while a spider trailing up means crime is to continue."
"So, what you're a Russian prisoner?" Miki quips.
Lily shakes her head and snickers.
"No, I'm not Russian or a prisoner," she adds, "in fact, if you notice by my right sleeve I have a tattoo depicting The Rising Sun of Japan and The German Eagle Emblem at the front. I'm half German and half Japanese."
Miki nods and we both can't help but stare at Lily in fascination.
"As for the web and spider," the blonde continues, "Well, I have my own beliefs adapted into the original theory of the Russian spider tattoo. Most female spiders eat their prey after mating and a female black widow is much bigger than the male. So, all in all, the personal meaning behind it is….my days as a "man-eater" are at an end, hence, the black widow representing 'man-eater' and its downward position meaning 'the end of it'."
Both Miki and I are in trance with Lily's rather vast knowledge beyond her body art. I'm impressed by it all and I'm sure Miki agrees.
"So both Lucy and your tattoos have stories behind them," I add with a smile, "I like that."
"Wait, who's Lucy?"
Shit.
Here it goes.
Obvious jealousy comes forth and it's more than confirmed she fancies the tall blonde. Meanwhile, Lily wolfishly grins and I face-palm at the expectancy of it all.
"Lucy is her truck," I bluntly state, "And please, we have no time to listen to THAT story."
"Aw, really?" the blonde chuckles, "We were just having a nice exploration here, y'know with stories and anatomy studies, why spoil the fun?"
"Yeah, Miku," Miki says without taking her eyes off Lily.
Cheese and crackers.
My best friend is practically eye-fucking her now and here I am in the middle of it. So, with desperation, I pull at the red-head's arm and drag her pass the smirking blonde.
"Miki, we need to go."
"Go where?" she snickers, "What's gotten into you?"
I roll my eyes.
"I think the real question is 'what's gotten into YOU'," I add, "Other than hormones."
"Oh, like you're one to talk," Lily chuckles.
"Shut up, Lily!" I snap.
The blonde continues to laugh. Meanwhile, I sense my best friend locking eyes with steel-blue irises as I continue to drag her toward my house. And judging from the series of giggles spewing out of her, she's as giddy as a schoolgirl.
"Bye!" she hollers back to the blonde with a jump.
As soon as I've open the door, I push Miki through. The redhead stumbles for a bit before protesting against my sudden aggressiveness.
"Seriously," she adds, "WHAT THE FUCK?"
"No," I respond, "If anything, what the FUCK is up with YOU."
"I'm just being friendly," she casually states.
"You know, I KNEW this was going to happen but you could at least put up a fight," I add, "I've never seen you so….ugh…..obvious."
"Obvious that I won't mind banging her, I hope."
"Jesus, Miki," I groan.
"Miku?"
Both my best friend and I freeze at the sound of my father's voice. For him to be home so early is rare that I instantly respond to him with glee.
"Dad?!"
"Miku, wait," my best friend harshly whispers, "I was about to tell you before-
At the moment, of course, I was too stupid to notice the unusual panic in Miki's tone. And as a result, I'm met with a reoccurring fear before me. The second I make out my father's voice from the kitchen, I see a stranger standing beside him.
A woman.
She smiles awkwardly at me as I slowly step toward them. Of course, with the obvious cheer in my father's expression, he fails to notice my sudden discomfort.
"I thought I heard Miki with you, oh! There you are."
He laughs and I feel my best friend's presence follow behind me. She's as awkward as me at the moment, there's no doubt about it. Yet, unlike me, she's able to put on a mask as I continue staring daggers at the woman in front of us.
"We were just talking about you two," dad says as he beckons me to introduce myself to the stranger beside him.
I hesitate to do so and as a result, Miki decides to distract the situation by stepping past me.
"Well, I'm Miki, Miku's best friend," she says with a casual smile.
I instantly recognize the falsity in her voice. My best friend has always been keen in the act of pretend-mannerism. In reality, she's always on the run for excitement that she managed to piss off clique after clique after stealing countless boyfriends. The shit I put up every Friday night is ridiculous sometimes.
"Miku."
I gulp before directing my focus to my father's stern expression. He's definitely noticed me dozing off. Worst of all, I'm sure he caught me bitch-facing the woman I presume to be his girlfriend.
"What?"
"Well, aren't you going to introduce yourself?" he asks.
He clears his throat and locks eyes with me. I can already tell he's irritated with my lack of response. His eyes say it all.
I sigh and suddenly a smile stretches my lips as far as they can. I hear Miki snort and she bites her lip. I'm grinning as idiotic and menacing as The Joker and my best friend notices it right away. My dad's eye twitches with undeniable anger brewing inside him and the woman suddenly fidgets at my creepy expression.
I can't say much for her except that my dad likes them young. She looks close to her late twenties and the major age gap only contributes to my dislike toward the woman.
"I'm Miku," I say, "And you are?"
"Uh, Stacy," she responds rather quickly before offering her hand to me.
I look down and stare at her rings and accessories.
"Those are nice," I say before finally complying to the awkward gesture, "Where did you get them? Forever 21?"
Stacy grimaces at my over-bearing sweet tone.
"Actually, no," she responds, "I don't shop there."
She's nervous and my father comes to her rescue.
"Already joking, Miku," he sighs, "She must like you already."
"I hope so," Stacy awkwardly laughs.
This is so gross that I just want to ruin everything within a snap. Confessing that I eat pussy would definitely do the trick. And as of right now, I am more than tempted to do so. Yet, before I can open my mouth to test the results, I feel Miki grab my hand.
"Well, this was nice but me and Miku are in a bit of a hurry," she rushes to say, "She promised to help me with my homework, didn't you Miku?"
I don't respond. Instead, I simply continue to smile creepily at my dad's "friend". And judging from the averting eye contact, I've definitely left a disturbing image in her mind.
"Miku, stop that," my dad firmly states.
"Stop what?" I ask through clenched teeth.
"You know," he mumbles before joking to Stacy, "You know how kids get."
"Oh, I know," Stacy laughs, "I have a little sister about her age-
"The hell is that supposed to mean?!" I holler as Miki begins to drag me toward the hallway leading to my room.
I hear my dad scoff and Stacy constantly insist 'I'm no problem at all'. Of course, despite her protests, I'm certainly not off the hook. My dad will definitely not let me hear the end of it.
As soon as I enter my room, Miki gently closes the door behind us and sighs.
"You know, you could at least TRY to be nice," she says, "It won't kill you."
"FUCK THAT!"
I am LIVID right now. In fact, I am so close to bashing something with my bare knuckles; preferably Stacy or a wall.
"I can't believe it!" I shout, "Seriously?! The one day he's finally home and he brings THAT?!"
"Miku, c'mon, don't tell me you're not-
"Don't defend him!" I state as I glare at my best friend.
It truly is a day like no other. Miki Furukawa is trying to comfort ME. And what's worse is that I must look like a bigger fool now that the tables have turned. Usually during these situations it takes a matter of under the influence for Miki to blow up without warning. As for me, I'm solely running on emotion and it feels pathetic.
"All that's left is for a bird to shit on me!" I groan, "Seriously, what the FUCK is up with today?"
"Other than your tampon?" Miki quips.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, MIKI."
My best friend almost jumps at the firm and cold tone of my voice. It's not every day that I let her have it as I 'm usually tolerable with her smartass and inappropriate remarks. Now that I think of it, she and Lily can't be any more similar. It's disturbing to no end.
"What the hell is up with you?" she asks, "Seriously Miku, first, you ignore me, then, you look like someone died, and now, you're blowing up on me? What happen?"
What happen, too much happen; more than what I can take happen and I can't simply tell my best friend without breathing fire during the recount of today's events. So, I breathe deeply in an attempt to calm myself and exhale before locking eyes with my best friend.
"Shit," I say, "SHIT HAPPEN."
Miki blinks before inquiring for details. And as much as I would like to avoid it right now, I owe it to my best friend. Funny how the simplest of things involve the most complicated of methods to achieve.
"Miku, please," she says with pleading auburn eyes.
The words are familiar with vivid memories and as a result, I step back. There is nothing to blame except my past feelings for this fear suddenly erupting inside me. Of course, my best friend senses it and she cautiously attempts to soothe the tension.
"Miku."
An intense wash of cold and tingling vibrations crawl throughout my back and neck. My eyes widen at the familiar sense of a hand grazing my skin with monstrous claws. My chest begins to heave and my heart beats frantically at its course. All the while, it feels like I'm suddenly drowning as my heart aches with a painful reminder that trembles my system into a state within surreal surroundings.
I'm having a fucking panic attack and the desperate tone of my best friend's voice confirms it to me.
Miki cautiously takes a hold of me with hands resting on my shoulders. I'm staring straight ahead at her intense and glimmering cinnamon-colored eyes. She's comforting me with careful words and the shaking of my body begins to dissipate at the sound of her calm and steady tone.
"It's okay."
She whispers.
"Breathe."
I nod before attempting to regulate the pattern of my heartbeat. All the while, Miki continues to soothe me into a state of serenity with the gentleness in her voice.
"You're doing great."
We're standing face to face; the only audible sound emitting from the clock at my bedside table. Each tick calls for another second to countdown the moment I can finally breathe in peace. I don't know how long it takes, I never do but right now, what matters is that I'm close.
Minutes pass by and I blink before my vision clears. I make out my room, my belongings sitting untouched, the 1969 vintage Woodstock poster hung up across from me, the light blue walls surrounding me. More importantly though, I notice my best friend standing calmly before me as a smile accentuates her soft features.
"Good?"
I let out a long exhale before nodding along with her. Suddenly, I feel arms wrap around my neck in a warm embrace.
"Good."
This only ever occurs with Miki.
It's an obstacle and a difficult one at that. I only ever panic around my best friend as she's a physical reminder of my past. It's unfair and tragic and while it would be safer for me to let go of her, I can't find the will to do so.
I endured more than just rejection that October night.
I remember realizing more than my attraction toward my best friend. It seemed that a puzzle was finally completed in my mind. All these vivid memories coming together and confirming a painful truth, from my childhood to that day I sat alone, isolated in the dark with tears streaking down my cheeks. Matters only got worse as my father barged in and demanded I hand over my phone as a means of punishment. He drank that night, depressed about losing mom to another man. And as he questioned me, I simply told him facts. My phone died, I got lost, but I refused to tell him why I was crying.
'I can't tell you, dad.'
It was all I can tell him. He saw my tears as a front, a lie to get out of whatever bullshit he claimed I committed. And while I tried to reason with him, all he could do was compare me to my mother. At that moment, all the negative factors of my life came forth and I broke down when it all came together with a label in mind.
Gay.
I was a gay and I knew it would only make my father even more miserable.
I've kept my mouth shut about the subject. My parents don't have a clue and I intend to keep it that way.
It takes a moment for me to realize I've moved to my bed; looking up at the ceiling and laid out onto my mattress with Miki at my side. I can feel her staring at me as she plays with the ends of my hair. I sigh at the feeling of her fingers brushing against the side of my face. Suddenly, my phone vibrates and I flinch from the abrupt sensation at my hip.
"It's just your phone," Miki whispers before taking the device into her own hands.
She sits up as she inspects the lit screen of my iPhone. Suddenly, she cocks an eyebrow and inquires a rather interesting subject.
"Some unknown number….texted hi," she says before glancing at me.
I sit up and share the same inspection as my best friend.
Hi
It's so simple yet so eerie that Miki shivers from the bluntness radiating from the single word message.
"So straight forward…could have at least sent an emoji," Miki quips, "Who did you give your number to?"
"Some guy named Kaito," I reply as I continue to stare intently at the screen.
"Giving your phone number to a boy," Miki chuckles, "That's a first."
I disregard the playfulness in my best friend's tone. And while I appreciate her trying to lighten the mood, I can't help the sense of dread washing over me as I continue to lock my eyes onto the text message on my iPhone's screen. Something isn't right about it, in fact, I'm afraid it isn't Kaito at all.
"Are you going to respond?" Miki asks.
"I don't know," I reply, "Ask who it is."
Miki nods before obliging to my request. And within a minute we receive a response.
Guess
"Smartass," Miki scoffs, "Seriously, this Kaito is an ass."
"It's not Kaito."
I know it's not him. It can't be and as I begin to wonder if this is joke of some sort, Miki verbalizes one of my thoughts.
"Well than, who could it be then?" Miki adds, "It can't be Oliver, you changed your number since and I never gave that asshole any hints."
A snicker slips from me and I roll my eyes at the memory of my ex-boyfriend. Right now though, he isn't the case.
"I'm trying to figure who of all people but I don't-
Suddenly, another text comes and both Miki and I jump at the abrupt vibration. This time though, there's an image attached.
"What the fuck, seriously, who is-
Suddenly, Miki flushes and instantly shoves my phone into my hands. I cock an eyebrow at her sudden action but as soon as I inspect the message myself, I can't help the eruption of crimson shades evident on my face.
Face cut off but body revealed in a provocative manner, both Miki and I can't help but fidget from the random image of an unknown female. Her cleavage is deep and accentuated in a black sport-bra, her taut stomach exposed as loose sweat-pants fit just below her hipbones. I stare intently at her impressive figure and just as Miki can't help but comment, a realization dawns to me.
I've stared at those abs; practically drooled over them. I've grinded against its soft and chiseled form. I felt myself slide with ease against its sun-kissed skin. I remember now and a shudder results from the memories of me writhing against the familiar body.
"My god, I'm a little thrown off but, Holy SHIT," Miki adds, "WHO IS THAT? I mean, DAMN."
My best friend does to liberty of snatching my phone away to inspect the random image some more. And while I do admit I'm a little freaked out myself, I'm turned on as well.
God dammit, I don't even care how she got my number anymore.
"Fuck me."
Miki looks up from phone and snickers at the evident agonizing frustration brewing inside me.
"Who, what, where, and more importantly, how?"
"Luka Megurine."
Miki freezes before dropping my phone onto her lap. She's staring at me with a shocked expression and while I begin to wonder why she's so quiet all of sudden, an awkward yet pleasing grin takes it form. Without a word, the redhead starts to rummage through my iPhone, scrolling through some contents without my consent.
"What are you doing?"
Miki shakes her head as she stares intently at the screen.
"Logging on to my Instagram," she replies seconds later.
"What the fuck, why?"
My best friend snickers before smiling widely at me.
"You'll see," she says before she beckons me to check my phone.
My mouth drops at the sight before me and before I can question her, Miki confirms it.
"Luka Megurine," she states, "Socialite, heiress of Megurine Motors, and according to her Bio quote, an Audrey Hepburn fan."
I'm gaping at a Miki although I shouldn't be surprised. Social media tends to give the most basic of peoples' interest at first glance. Yet that doesn't explain how the fuck Miki knows Luka to begin with.
"How do you-
"I follow her, duh," she adds, "and she follows me."
My gaping expression still remains.
"Since when?!"
"See this is what happens with you don't engage in social media, Miku."
"I engage in real life!" I retort, "And how is that you guys follow each other when you never met?!"
"Oh god, Miku," Miki laughs, "No one has to MEET anyone anymore."
"Oh my god, I'm losing hope in this world," I mutter.
I can't believe this. My own best friend was aware of Luka's existence all along and while the confusion overwhelms me, Miki suddenly jumps up with glee.
"I'm following Lily now!"
I groan and flop onto my mattress.
"You got to be kidding me," I muffle through the sheets.
"You started it," Miki adds, "And what is wrong with you? So what if I had her all along?"
"YOU never HAD her!" I suddenly protest, "If anything, I HAD HER."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Miki snickers.
"I HAD LUKA MEGURINE," I state.
Of course my best friend is clueless to what I'm referring to. And in all honesty, it's a bit irrelevant for me to jump into what I'm about to say.
"I DRY-FUCKED HER TODAY."
Miki's smile drops.
"Huh?"
Shit.
I am actually going to elaborate now.
"Me, Miku Hatsune, and Luka Megurine got it on today. Before that, she eye-fucked, then she copped multiple feels such as my ass and her tits against my back. I saw at least 70% of her NAKED. She teased me and eventually screwed me in the girls' locker rooms. And apparently it doesn't stop there because she's STILL TEASING ME hence the fucking message of her glorious body taunting my sexual frustration!"
It's a miracle how I've manage to maintain my breathing. I'm struggling as it just keeping myself calm right now. My best friend hasn't said a word and continues to stare at me with wide eyes. She knows I can't lie to her. I don't have a reason to anymore. Even so, I don't blame her for her current disbelief.
It's getting awkward and difficult to keep eye contact by the second. All Miki is capable to respond with is countless glances between me and the phone's screen. It is certainly dawning to her that I am indeed telling the truth but her gaping expression continues.
"Miku," she whispers, "You're not fucking with me, right?"
I roll my eyes.
"NO."
"So, you're saying that YOU and Richard Megurine's DAUGHTER screwed?"
"Who the hell is Richard Meguri-oh my god," I groan, "For fuck sakes, YES."
"So, that means she's gay," Miki gasps, "Luka Megurine is gay."
"Let's not go there," I rush, "She's just horny is all."
"EVEN BETTER."
Suddenly, Miki resumes activity on my phone and I panic at the sight.
"What are you doing?!"
"Playing fire with fire," she winks, "Trust me, I know what I'm doing."
Unfortunately, I don't so of course I freak out as my best friend begins to text Luka back.
"I'm not even 100% sure it's her, Miki!" I add, "It's awkward as it is!"
"Well, let us find out then."
I have no idea what Miki is texting but the rapid movement of her fingers in enough to get me lunging toward her. Unfortunately, she dodges my attempt and smiles widely as she pins me to the bed.
"And SENT," she declares.
"MIKI! NO!"
"Oh c'mon, I sounded like you," she snickers, "All dorky and awkward."
"You don't understand!" I shout as I struggle under my best friend's grip, "She's-
Suddenly, a familiar ringtone plays and Miki and I freeze as a result.
We're both staring at my iPhone with gaping expressions, neither of us properly reacting to the constant chorus of 'Wild Horses'. All we can acknowledge at the moment is that Luka may be calling yet we can't fathom actually answering. The screen lights with notification of an incoming call but as I notice the out-of-area code, Miki does the unthinkable before me.
"Hello?"
She answers the fucking phone.
My face is as white as a ghost, my breath is caught in my throat, and I'm stiff as my best friend hovers over me with a sly grin. Yet, before I can finally react with an intended slap to her face, Miki's mouth drops before placing the phone on my ear instead. I flinch at the sudden action but the sound emitting through the other line is quick to resume my flushed state.
There's moaning on the other side. Heavy panting from who I'm guessing is no one else but Luka Megurine. And while my eyes widen at the sound and my heart increases by the second, my best friend can't help but continue to stare at me rather intently.
I'm at loss for words as the level of sound increases. It's getting hectic and I squeeze my eyes shut before losing myself in the vulgarity of it all. And as I finally regain some sense of consciousness, the constant moaning cuts off followed by silence.
Suddenly, someone snorts and I instantly recognize the laughter erupting on the other line.
"Show me more? I didn't know you had it in you, pigtails."
FUCKING LILY.
Lily Masuda has managed to embarrass me once again. Only this time, I'm pissed and at awe at the same time. Even so, being amazed doesn't help with the fact that I'm swearing and threatening her at the moment.
"I AM GOING TO SHIT IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH!"
"Are you suggesting we make a video and go viral?"
"FUCK YOU, LILY!"
I hear my best friend snort and I instantly glare at her flushed state. Of course, she finds the situation hilarious as I'm totally livid with being fooled by the blonde.
"WHAT THE HELL, LILY!" I rage, "HOW DID YOU-WHAT THE FUCK!"
"Relax, pigtails, it was just a porno I happen to be watching at the very moment."
I groan before shoving my iPhone into Miki's hand. I had enough of Lily Masuda for the day. I'm done.
"Lily? So that was you the entire time?" my best friend laughs, "You got us good. I really thought it was-oh…."
The redhead's smile drops.
"She wants to talk with you," she says before reluctantly handing over my phone, "she says it's important."
I scoff before complying with the blonde's request.
"WHAT?"
"I have things for you to see."
I cringe at the sudden firmness in Lily's tone.
"What sort of 'things'?"
"Pictures, texts, I never got rid of my old phone. Sounds sad how I kept it all along but I'm ready to get rid of it."
"What does this have to do with-
"The real Luka."
I clear my throat before glancing at my best friend. My interest has skyrocketed regarding my crush. I know part of me should simply let it go, but there is a point in getting to know your enemies before they strike. And judging from Lily's experience, she's on to something. Luka isn't going to look past me anytime soon. I know that much now.
"Can we talk about this some other time?" I sigh.
"I'm just giving you a heads up. I'm not going to publically expose her like some jerkoff. I just want her to finally learn on her own."
"And you expect her to do so through me?"
"She likes you, Miku."
My breath hitches.
"I know she does. She's just not used to actually giving in to her type. Her ego is just too far up her ass to admit she's into petite, scrawny, little neighbor girls."
"That sounds disturbing when you put it that way, Lily," I mutter.
"Let me rephrase that then. Assless, boobless, just plain cuteness."
"LILY!"
The blonde laughs.
"I'm fucking kidding. You're cute, Miku. Own it. She likes cute. She likes short. She likes genuine friendly girls with self-esteem problems."
"I'm hanging up now."
"She's scared of you."
I freeze and allow Lily to continue.
"Luka's not used to reacting to her emotions. She usually goes by instinct. She doesn't show it but, trust me, she's intrigued by you. She just doesn't realize it's a crush."
"How are you so sure, Lily?"
I know it's dumb to question the blonde but I really need to hear the assurance once more from her. Lily's seen Luka, been there for Luka, she's done more for Luka. And despite the sudden jealousy, I accept all that she can offer me at the moment.
"I know her. I know enough, at least. And it's time I do something about it then let her walk away without a care in the world."
"And what part do you expect me to play in this?" I scoff, "You expect her to chase me until we fall in love and fuck?"
The blonde hesitates to reply but before I can inquire the sudden awkward silence, she sighs.
"I expect you to care, Miku. And as much as I want you to ignore her, it's not possible now that I understand what's going on between you two. There's unfinished between me and Luka but I can't go anywhere near her anymore. And that's where you come in."
"And how are you sure I won't fuck up?"
Lily laughs.
"Because I know you're not stupid."
*End of Flashback*
Stupid.
Of course I'm not stupid.
I'm far from stupid.
I'm Miku Hatsune. I have my priorities straight. I have a plan A and a plan B; even a plan C if it comes to it. I have goals. I have dreams. I have my problems but everyone does and it's only a matter of how to deal with them.
I know what to expect.
Only Luka makes me think otherwise.
I glance at the clock ticking away on my bedside table. It's been nearly four hours since I decided to go to bed. I lagged on responding to my best friend's latest text and while I don't mind her dropping the conversation, I feel uneasy with her interest on a certain blonde.
Don't get me wrong; I think the two would totally complement each other. Redheads and blondes were always an interesting pair to see but I know for a fact Miki isn't looking for a girlfriend. I just hope Lily realizes my best friend's bi-curiosity has its limits. Although, I wouldn't be surprised if the blonde manages to break a rule or two.
At the thought of the crazy duo, my mind begins to haze into slumber. Finally, I find the will to rest with ease as countless memories drift away. All that's left for me to do is dream and await the morning to come.
Only problem is, I hope I don't before the sun.
Luka is the blame for that possibility.
The next morning…..
I wake up with the expectancy that everything will certainly be better than yesterday.
After all, it could only get better from here on.
With that in mind, I sluggishly slide off my bed and continue with my usual morning routine.
Since fourth grade, it's been the same.
I get up. I brush my teeth. I wash my face. Do my hair is the usual style. Get dressed. Eat breakfast. And leave the house.
Sounds simple and typical for anyone to do only I've been enduring an empty house nearly every morning for the past six years; No one is ever home except me.
Eating breakfast is by far the most awkward moment in the morning. It's so eerie just sitting at the table as you hear the sound of your own chewing reverberate through the room and your ears. I always get the chunky Cap N' Crunch cereal; it's never changed.
Nothing ever really does in my life.
Until now, I suppose.
Despite my reluctance at first, transferring to a new school wasn't as bad as I expected. For some reason, I managed to actually make friends through spontaneous and refreshing means. From Lily to Kaito, I admit it was nice to have some sort of interaction with people that weren't as stuck up and snotty as my old school. In fact, it's been the complete opposite from what I've endured at Crypton Academy.
It's hilarious now that I think of how dramatized the so-call rivalry between Vokal Lloyd and Crypton was according to my old school. I guess it just comes to show just how bored a private institution is compared to a charter-public.
Yup, it's official to say Vokal Lloyd has certainly changed a lot in me in such little time. And in one day, it's proven just how boring my student life was back at Crypton.
As soon as I'm out the door, the cool breeze of morning freshness welcomes me with a gentle caress. I'm up and about with a little extra stride to the bus stop. I'm surprised Miki is nowhere to be found as I usually meet up with her at such an early hour. Just as I begin to wonder about her whereabouts, my phone vibrates with a text notification. I immediately expect it to be Miki but as soon as I pull out my phone, I feel a familiar pounce onto my back.
"You need to stop doing that, Miki."
"Can't and won't," she chuckles, "You know that already."
I shake my head and suddenly flinch at the feeling of a hand wrap around mine.
"Miki? What are you-
"Shh, play along," she whispers.
Crap.
I've completely forgotten about my best friend's usual tendencies to play 'lesbian'. There's one particular student at her school that can't stop bothering her and while she has no problem faking her orientation in means of entertainment and rejection, I can't help but feel offended. Almost every morning, Miki has to pull a scheme in front of one of the neighborhood boys. Speaking of which, one of the little douches is already running toward us.
"Just tell him you're not interested," I groan.
"Shut up," she whispers, "If he thinks I'm into you, he'll realize I'm not interested."
"What difference does it make?" I sneer, "It's obvious you're not interested, even the trees can tell!"
"Listen, he knows of a party and it's strictly invite-access only," she whispers, "What else am I going to do this Friday night?"
"How about no one for once?"
I grunt at the sudden force of Miki's elbow against my side. And as much as I want to retort with physical means, I restrain myself. Eventually, the little douchebag reaches us and I wince at his arrival.
The boy is a joke, no doubt. His attempt at 'swag' really makes my eyes itch. In fact, he looks like a rip-off Justin Bieber.
"Hey," he says in an obvious fake husky tone.
I gag and he glances at me with a confused expression.
"Jason," Miki says with a harder grip on my hand, "What's up?"
His eyes shift to our rejoined hands and a sick, sly smile stretches his lips.
"Really now?" he laughs, "Friendship hand-holding time?"
"What do you mean?" Miki asks with her typical batting-of-the-eyelashes tactic.
"You can't seriously think I'm going to believe you're really going out with Hatsune."
Well, it seems douchebag isn't as stupid as he looks.
"Then again, there's only one way to prove it," he adds with an even more sickening grin.
I gasp and suddenly slap the boy across the face. And while Miki gapes at the action, Jason squeals like a little girl.
"The fuck was that for?!"
"You really expect her to put up a show to prove she's gay?" I protest, "Narcissist asshole."
"Bitch, you're crazy," he says.
I take a step forward in means to kick his ass but Miki cuts in.
"Relax, babe," she hisses at me.
I roll my eyes. She's really continuing this scheme just to get into a party. It's fucking stupid.
"Jason, you asked for it," she adds, "Can't expect us to make out for your entertainment."
"You know I was still going to invite you seeing how you're into pussy power but your butch girlfriend ruined it."
"The only thing that's ruined is your pants," I state.
He snorts at my seemingly lame comeback but before he insults me on it, I kick him in the balls.
"And by that I mean your balls."
"Jesus!" Miki hollers before pulling me past and away from the now injured boy, "What the hell is wrong with you?!"
I probably did go too far but you can't blame me fore defending myself. It's strange how I've suddenly grown a pair that even my best friend is struck with utter confusion as she continues to drag me away. As soon as we reach the corner of our block, she pulls out her phone and begins to text someone.
"Geez, calm down," I add, "it's not like I pounded him into a vagina."
"Shut up," Miki mutters, "shit, I promised Tammy I could get her in."
"What does it matter?" I groan.
"Jason likes me but without actually throwing myself at him I thought I could-
"Okay, stop," I rush, "I forget I don't give a shit."
Miki glares at me before glancing at her phone.
"Ugh, she's so annoying," she mutters, "she's going to keep pestering me about his fucking friend."
"You know, I never understood why you make friends with these people."
"I don't," Miki replies, "They come to me."
I roll my eyes.
"Or so it seems," I mumble, "Two's company."
"And apparently three means someone gets kicked in the balls," Miki adds.
We stare at each other for a moment. Suddenly, I snort and the next thing I know we're both laughing.
The tension has suddenly faded. That's how it always is between us. We have our ups and downs but in the end, we manage through it with a laugh or smile.
"You're stupid you know that," Miki snickers, "Really? Since when did you actually act on your thoughts?"
I shrug.
"I guess I realized a lot of things yesterday," I add, "people irritate me more than ever now, my dislike toward them seems permanent now."
"Don't think like that, we're all not that bad," my best friend laughs as we continue toward the bus-stop.
I know Miki isn't all that bad. I can say the same for Lily and even Kaito at the least. As for Luka Megurine, I don't know. She's a contradiction. She's everything I'm against yet I find her so endearing. I look forward to seeing her but at the same, I wish not to as well. Then again, I have no choice to begin with. She's my English class T.A. Most likely I will see her after school as I slave over whatever crap Ms. Bagel or whatever the hell her name orders me to do. I cringe at the thought of entering the girl locker-rooms. If it weren't for my scandalous behavior with Luka, I wouldn't be fighting the current blush creeping on my face.
"You there?" Miki asks, "You kind of dozed off there."
I shake my head and suddenly squeak a simple 'yes'.
Of course, my best friend notices my intense flush that she can't help but interrogate. She cocks an eyebrow and observes me rather intensely.
"You know, I never really asked for details," she adds, "Like, I believe you but, well, I'm not going to make a bigger deal than it is but to put it frank, it is."
"I know it is," I sigh, "but it's so out of nowhere even I can't believe it happened."
Suddenly, my best friend's eyes widen and she bends down to flip my skirt up.
"What the hell, Miki!"
"You don't have any marks anywhere?" she asks before standing up and inspecting my neck and shoulders.
I instantly cover my chest and holler at my best friend.
"Does it matter?! You believe me anyway!"
"Evidence would be appreciated though, I mean she sounds-
Suddenly, Miki pulls at my arm and instantly unbuttons the neck area of my shirt. The action is so quick that I stumble forward as she maintains a vice grip on one of my arms. And judging from her gasp, she found something alright.
"She bit you."
I look down at the exposed skin showcasing a visible bruise. The teeth-marks are vague but the red welts are in the form easily identified as Miki says.
"Fucking hell, Miku," she adds, "You cheated on me."
"This isn't a joke, Miki!"
She laughs.
"I thought you simply dry-humped," she adds, "I didn't know you were sucking face and possibly tits."
"I hate that word!"
"Suck?"
"Tits!"
"I heard you say it."
"I wasn't thinking!"
"Keep it up sometime," she snickers, "maybe then we could actually go to a party together for once."
"I'll have you know I get invited, I just don't go," I retort.
"You get invited because of me, Miku."
"That was before my new school and I actually DID get invited on my own this time."
I should have kept my mouth shut. Miki's interest has peaked and now I have no choice but to give in to her persistent nature.
"Oh yeah?" she adds, "And I assume it's better than a dumb sophomore party, I hope."
"It's for the seniors," I mutter, "I just happen to get an early invite by the host."
"Well, then I guess we have no choice."
A familiar smile creeps upon my best friend's features and I gulp as a result.
"We are definitely going to that shindig."
I face-palm and Miki giggles as she begins to dabble with the screen of her phone.
"I want Lily…to go with us too."
Miki winks and I suddenly feel sick to my stomach.
Shit.
I'm going.
Hell, yeah she's going. Going down on Lu-okay I don't know yet actually lol I can't simply give it away but I just gave a hint there...some where. Alright fuck it, hot stuff coming next chapter. Of course, plot development prior to it. Luka can't just have her Miku and eat her too lmao
Until next time :)