Memory Coin
Title: Memory Coin
Pairing: Jia / Min
Rating: PG-13
Words Count: 1518 (why are my fics so short these days? T_T)
Genre: Angst / friendship
Summary: "If, one of these days, I see you and you don't see me, I'll throw a coin at you."
A/N: IS CAROLINE CRAZY!? OH YES SHE IS! Two fics posted in one day, I AM ON FIREEEE!! (Okay, I said it already, I'm sorry ^^')
And I SWEAR the ending here is better than the last Miss a fic's one. I promise. It's still angst, but the ending is not so bad.
...Enjoy.^^
Memory Coin
“I hate it when I see someone I know somewhere, but that person doesn't see me.”
“Yeah, but the person isn't doing it on purpose.”
“I know. But it annoys me. It makes me want to throw a coin at their head to make them notice me.”
Min laughed, brushing some locks of hair aside from her own forehead so that she could have a better look at the stars. She could see, from the corner of her right eye, Jia turning her head to look at her.
“What?” Min calmly asked, a smile stretching her lips as she turned her head too.
The smile on the pink-haired girl's face widened. “If, one of these days, I see you and you don't see me, I'll throw a coin at you.”
The black-haired girl snickered, directing her gaze back at the stars. They were both lying on the grass, in the middle of the night, and Min's parents would be furious if they knew they were outside at such a time, but the moment was just too perfect. The sky was clear of any cloud, the stars were shining, the grass was fresh but not humid, and there was that faint breeze, that wasn't too cold, just enjoyable.
She felt Jia's hand slipping in hers, and she couldn't imagine life being any different than what it was right now.
o0O0o
“Where are you going?”
The only answer Min received was the slamming of the door as her boyfriend left the apartment without a single word for her. She sighed, she was used to this behavior. She hardly bothered to raise her eyes from her book or computer screen whenever that happened anymore. She was used to it, it didn't bother her all that much anymore.
But, actually, it did. It bothered her. A lot. Every time he left the apartment in a hurry at night, without explaining, and came back the following day, still without a word of explanation. Whenever she asked, he shrugged and went to bed without even glancing at her. He was drunk in those times. And he smelled weird.
He was cheating on her. Min wasn't even having doubts about it.
Fei sometimes asked her why she stayed with him. The clichés wanted her to reply that she loved him, that she believed in him being able to change and in things coming back to normal one of these days. But Min wasn't a cliché. She wasn't that desperate.
The truth was that she didn't love him anymore. She hadn't felt anything more than annoyance towards him in a long, long time. Maybe, somewhere, there was a part of her that still loved him and wished to go back to the times when they were happy together, but she had stopped listening to that part of herself long ago.
The truth was that she was tired. Of everything. Of his so-called boyfriend's attitude, of their too small apartment, of the too high rent, of her boring work she couldn't leave because she needed the money to eventually go back to school, of her parents who had retired two years ago in Japan, convinced that their girl was doing well enough with her studies for her not to need them anymore. She was tired of her pride that kept her from asking financial help from them, even though she knew they would be on the first plane to come and see her if she did.
But she was mainly tired of the responsibilities. Why did she have to be the one to break everything? She had broken her budget, and a few of her dreams along with it, she had broken a lot of people's heart without intending to. Why did she have to be the one to break this relationship, as damaged and miserable as it already was?
The truth was that she was exhausted of everything, and all she wanted to do was sit on her couch and watch television without having to worry about tomorrow.
“We're going out tonight. A girls' night out. You should come along,” Fei told her a bit later that night, when they spoke on the phone, and Min wanted to say no, but something kept her from doing so.
At this point, what did she have to lose? She didn't have to study for exams, she didn't have romantic plans with her boyfriend. There wasn't even a good show on TV.
“Okay,” she heard herself say.
It could only do her some good, she thought.
o0O0o
The music was loud. The air was thick and smelled of sweat, alcohol and vomit. There were so many people in there, Min could feel suffocated by the lack of space, and whenever she tried to move, she felt sweaty skin meeting hers. It wasn't exactly agreeable, but she thought it was always better than staying at home and watching bad reruns on tv, while waiting for someone who wouldn't come back. Being in that bar was always better than being home alone, and doing nothing but thinking. She hated those times when she thought. These were the most painful times.
Fei was dancing next to her, eyes closed and minding nothing but the music. Suzy, on the other hand, was already desperately drunk and, a hand covering her mouth, she was making her way towards the bathroom. Where she would probably stay for the rest of the night. Poor girl.
Min made her way towards the bar, where the barman was standing, scanning the full room with his right eye, and watching the drunk wrecks sitting on the stools of the bar with his left one. She asked for a drink. Anything. As long as it was strong. The tall man offered her a smile. A faint one, barely there, at the corner of his lips. It was a practiced one, the kind of smile that knew. And indeed, he knew, because that drink made her feel as if she had been hit on the head with an anvil. It felt good.
She asked for another one, and she thought that, maybe, if she got drunk, she would entirely forget her problems for one night. She had never gotten drunk before, she guessed she would probably end up throwing up in the toilet like with Suzy. But maybe it was worth it. She wouldn't know if she didn't try.
She was almost finished with her second drink when she felt something hitting the back of her head. It was small, but it hit hard and she instantly brought a hand to the back of her head, screwing her face up in pain.
She stood, looking around the place for the culprit, but she could only make out the mass of dancing bodies. She couldn't even make the difference between every one of them, it was really just a moving mass. And she was starting to feel a bit dizzy. She sat down on her stool again, thinking it was probably just the alcohol. She was imagining things.
But when another small thing hit her arm, she barely had the time to wince before she was on her feet again. And she didn't need to scan the room this time, because she saw her right away. That girl walking in her direction, slowly, as if she had all the time in the world. And she probably did.
Min didn't recognize her at first. Her hair, it was brown now. A dark shade of brown, on which the faint lights of the room managed to glint. The color was different, but the texture was definitely the same. Min didn't even need to touch it to know it.
“Hi,” Jia said when she was close enough.
Min didn't exactly hear her, with the loud music still blasting in their ears, but she was still sober enough to read on her lips, apparently.
“Hi,” she replied, a smile making its way on her lips before she could even notice.
“You didn't see me.”
Min frowned, not sure to have understood that sentence, but she lowered her eyes to her friend's hand, and she saw the coins in it. She couldn't help it, she laughed. Sincerely.
For the first time in two years.
“It's been a long time.” Three years, to be exact. The last time they had seen each other had been at the airport, when Jia had left to study abroad. After that, Min had met her boyfriend, started living with him, her parents left, she dropped her studies...
But all this didn't really mattered at the moment. She felt lighter. And it wasn't the alcohol, Min hadn't felt this sober in two years.
“I missed you,” Min said. Her voice was weak, no valuable competition against the loud music. But Jia smiled, and Min smiled too.
And without really meaning too, she slipped her hand into her old friend's, and just then, she thought that, maybe, maybe she could go back to the days when it didn't matter.
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Second fic posted on bad_but_good . Writers need to start paying attention to this fandom.
Pairing: Jia / Min
Rating: PG-13
Words Count: 1518 (why are my fics so short these days? T_T)
Genre: Angst / friendship
Summary: "If, one of these days, I see you and you don't see me, I'll throw a coin at you."
A/N: IS CAROLINE CRAZY!? OH YES SHE IS! Two fics posted in one day, I AM ON FIREEEE!! (Okay, I said it already, I'm sorry ^^')
And I SWEAR the ending here is better than the last Miss a fic's one. I promise. It's still angst, but the ending is not so bad.
...Enjoy.^^
Memory Coin
“I hate it when I see someone I know somewhere, but that person doesn't see me.”
“Yeah, but the person isn't doing it on purpose.”
“I know. But it annoys me. It makes me want to throw a coin at their head to make them notice me.”
Min laughed, brushing some locks of hair aside from her own forehead so that she could have a better look at the stars. She could see, from the corner of her right eye, Jia turning her head to look at her.
“What?” Min calmly asked, a smile stretching her lips as she turned her head too.
The smile on the pink-haired girl's face widened. “If, one of these days, I see you and you don't see me, I'll throw a coin at you.”
The black-haired girl snickered, directing her gaze back at the stars. They were both lying on the grass, in the middle of the night, and Min's parents would be furious if they knew they were outside at such a time, but the moment was just too perfect. The sky was clear of any cloud, the stars were shining, the grass was fresh but not humid, and there was that faint breeze, that wasn't too cold, just enjoyable.
She felt Jia's hand slipping in hers, and she couldn't imagine life being any different than what it was right now.
o0O0o
“Where are you going?”
The only answer Min received was the slamming of the door as her boyfriend left the apartment without a single word for her. She sighed, she was used to this behavior. She hardly bothered to raise her eyes from her book or computer screen whenever that happened anymore. She was used to it, it didn't bother her all that much anymore.
But, actually, it did. It bothered her. A lot. Every time he left the apartment in a hurry at night, without explaining, and came back the following day, still without a word of explanation. Whenever she asked, he shrugged and went to bed without even glancing at her. He was drunk in those times. And he smelled weird.
He was cheating on her. Min wasn't even having doubts about it.
Fei sometimes asked her why she stayed with him. The clichés wanted her to reply that she loved him, that she believed in him being able to change and in things coming back to normal one of these days. But Min wasn't a cliché. She wasn't that desperate.
The truth was that she didn't love him anymore. She hadn't felt anything more than annoyance towards him in a long, long time. Maybe, somewhere, there was a part of her that still loved him and wished to go back to the times when they were happy together, but she had stopped listening to that part of herself long ago.
The truth was that she was tired. Of everything. Of his so-called boyfriend's attitude, of their too small apartment, of the too high rent, of her boring work she couldn't leave because she needed the money to eventually go back to school, of her parents who had retired two years ago in Japan, convinced that their girl was doing well enough with her studies for her not to need them anymore. She was tired of her pride that kept her from asking financial help from them, even though she knew they would be on the first plane to come and see her if she did.
But she was mainly tired of the responsibilities. Why did she have to be the one to break everything? She had broken her budget, and a few of her dreams along with it, she had broken a lot of people's heart without intending to. Why did she have to be the one to break this relationship, as damaged and miserable as it already was?
The truth was that she was exhausted of everything, and all she wanted to do was sit on her couch and watch television without having to worry about tomorrow.
“We're going out tonight. A girls' night out. You should come along,” Fei told her a bit later that night, when they spoke on the phone, and Min wanted to say no, but something kept her from doing so.
At this point, what did she have to lose? She didn't have to study for exams, she didn't have romantic plans with her boyfriend. There wasn't even a good show on TV.
“Okay,” she heard herself say.
It could only do her some good, she thought.
o0O0o
The music was loud. The air was thick and smelled of sweat, alcohol and vomit. There were so many people in there, Min could feel suffocated by the lack of space, and whenever she tried to move, she felt sweaty skin meeting hers. It wasn't exactly agreeable, but she thought it was always better than staying at home and watching bad reruns on tv, while waiting for someone who wouldn't come back. Being in that bar was always better than being home alone, and doing nothing but thinking. She hated those times when she thought. These were the most painful times.
Fei was dancing next to her, eyes closed and minding nothing but the music. Suzy, on the other hand, was already desperately drunk and, a hand covering her mouth, she was making her way towards the bathroom. Where she would probably stay for the rest of the night. Poor girl.
Min made her way towards the bar, where the barman was standing, scanning the full room with his right eye, and watching the drunk wrecks sitting on the stools of the bar with his left one. She asked for a drink. Anything. As long as it was strong. The tall man offered her a smile. A faint one, barely there, at the corner of his lips. It was a practiced one, the kind of smile that knew. And indeed, he knew, because that drink made her feel as if she had been hit on the head with an anvil. It felt good.
She asked for another one, and she thought that, maybe, if she got drunk, she would entirely forget her problems for one night. She had never gotten drunk before, she guessed she would probably end up throwing up in the toilet like with Suzy. But maybe it was worth it. She wouldn't know if she didn't try.
She was almost finished with her second drink when she felt something hitting the back of her head. It was small, but it hit hard and she instantly brought a hand to the back of her head, screwing her face up in pain.
She stood, looking around the place for the culprit, but she could only make out the mass of dancing bodies. She couldn't even make the difference between every one of them, it was really just a moving mass. And she was starting to feel a bit dizzy. She sat down on her stool again, thinking it was probably just the alcohol. She was imagining things.
But when another small thing hit her arm, she barely had the time to wince before she was on her feet again. And she didn't need to scan the room this time, because she saw her right away. That girl walking in her direction, slowly, as if she had all the time in the world. And she probably did.
Min didn't recognize her at first. Her hair, it was brown now. A dark shade of brown, on which the faint lights of the room managed to glint. The color was different, but the texture was definitely the same. Min didn't even need to touch it to know it.
“Hi,” Jia said when she was close enough.
Min didn't exactly hear her, with the loud music still blasting in their ears, but she was still sober enough to read on her lips, apparently.
“Hi,” she replied, a smile making its way on her lips before she could even notice.
“You didn't see me.”
Min frowned, not sure to have understood that sentence, but she lowered her eyes to her friend's hand, and she saw the coins in it. She couldn't help it, she laughed. Sincerely.
For the first time in two years.
“It's been a long time.” Three years, to be exact. The last time they had seen each other had been at the airport, when Jia had left to study abroad. After that, Min had met her boyfriend, started living with him, her parents left, she dropped her studies...
But all this didn't really mattered at the moment. She felt lighter. And it wasn't the alcohol, Min hadn't felt this sober in two years.
“I missed you,” Min said. Her voice was weak, no valuable competition against the loud music. But Jia smiled, and Min smiled too.
And without really meaning too, she slipped her hand into her old friend's, and just then, she thought that, maybe, maybe she could go back to the days when it didn't matter.
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Second fic posted on bad_but_good . Writers need to start paying attention to this fandom.