SAT- ch 6
Chapter 6: Friends, right?
POV: Kato Rosa
Everything seemed perfect, every time were here at the attic. It feels like we have our own world, were we don’t care on what others says. We just finished cleaning those jars; we leaned against the wall and resting side by side.
Haru-kun, huffed and cover his hands. He rests his head on my shoulders and I just laughed at his action while we were listening on the ‘The Cure’ song-just like heaven.
“Ro-chan, I’m sorry too.” He muffled underneath his hands. I know what he means, but I pretend not to hear it.
“What?" I chuckled. "remove your hands please.” Then he looked at me, his eyelashes were so long that it matches his beautiful eyes. Sometime, it hurts to see him.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, I- I just can’t go with you at the bazaar.” That hurts, hearing it from him. He finally said it. His words were proof that I wasn’t good enough for him.
“W-was it because of Uchi? Are you afraid of being that they would make fun of you?” My voice sounded croak. I can’t help; I really need to burst this out.
“Not just them...It was mostly me… I don’t want to be different…Not when I’m so new here.”
I guess I’m doomed to like someone, who doesn’t like me back. It’s so confusing. Haru-kun makes me feel… special, like he would say things that he can’t say to others. Which is good right? I hate the way he makes me feel. I get sleepless nights; I can’t sleep thinking that I would got to see him tomorrow and other day. I hate it, when I got to see him around our place, and pretending that I was a ghost.
What hurt most is, he’s like my parents. I can’t compete with them. They all want to have a good and perfect daughter or girlfriend-which I can’t be. Why can’t they just accept me, for who am I?
I stood up, not looking at him. Tears were flowing silently, I immediately wipe them unnoticeably, “I-its o-okay. I k-know what you mean.” I said stuttering. I looked back at him, cheerfully.
“I guess we have to go home.” Haru-kun said. He stretched his hand on my way; smiling, wanting me to help him stand up. I reached his hands, pulling him; he’s so heavy that we both land our butts on the floor.
He touched my forehead and held my face with his bare hands. Haru-kun’s face was coming closer and closer towards mine. I close my eyes, and we started to kissed each other. After few seconds-he spoiled it. He was laughing, I wonder what’s wrong. His hands were still on my face, I was so daze by that moment, and it feels so good at the same time not- then his last question, made the sense out of me.
“We’re friends, right?”
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I immediately told Hiro and Yuki about the kiss. When I got home, they were already at my room, equipped with tissues, chocolates and sodas. They walked towards me, and we have a group hug. Tears started to flow. We sat on the bed, still my best friends cheering me up.
“Why does Haru-kun have to do that?! Is he sick or what?! Kissing Ro-chan like that and saying ‘were friends blah blah blah.’!” Yuki exclaimed. Maybe this is the million karma points he was talking about. After all, they did warn me. But I’m SO STUPID, for not listening to them. I hate myself; I can’t believe I gave my first kiss to the wrong guy! I hate Haru-kun the most!
“I told you so!!” Hiro yelled, we both glared at him.
“I know, it’s my fault. But can you." I sobbed. "please stop saying, ’I told you so.’ Cause its making me, gloomy.”
“Aww. I’m sorry Ro-chan. But---“
“Shut up, Hiro!” Yuki hissed and hug me tighter.
“How many days do you still have to work there?” She asked.
“One week?”
I nodded. “You know what? I’m beginning to hate weekends and this upcoming school again. I’m scared that he would ignore me, snub me like what he did the first time we meet. I’m scared that, he wouldn’t admit that I mean something to him. I’m scared to get hurt by him again. It’s an ugly feeling and it makes me weak. I’d rather stay on my room all day.”
“I don’t think Haru-kun is good for you…” the thing about having a best friend is, they can say everything even it will hurt you.
“Yeah, I know he’s not good for me. I know…”
Yeah. I really know that he’s not good for me… So I’m gonna settle everything and will try to forget him and this stupid spring break fling. How could I like someone, who can’t even be his self? He’s weak and hateful. Weak and Hateful.
But…
Even though, I kept on saying that I hate him. Flashbacks of our little memories started to replay in my mind like an original CD movie. Like, when we use to sing Thank you by Dido-‘I want to thank you for giving me the best day of my life. Oh just to be with you is having the best day of my life’. When we always got to hit each other’s head and so on.
Haru-kun, was it really the best day of your life?
Me? It was…