You Are My Jinx, but I Love You [4/4]
Title: You Are My Jinx, but I Love You
Author: Me,Myself
Beta-ed: unbeta-ed for now
Pairing: Nakajima Yuto x OC
Genre: Romance,Fluff
Rating: G
Warning: I fail again here. Just read,comment and judge me.
Disclaimer: The PLOT. :) This is my first time writing about Yuto and OC..~
Part I // Part II // Part III
A/N : I know I am late!...I'm very sorry for the long waiting. Actually, I have finished this chapter about two months ago but I forgot to post it here. It is sad to tell you guys that this series ends here. Truth to be told, I actually have about 2-3 more chapters, but because of I'm lacking in inspirations, I have to end this right here. *bows* Thank you for your support all this while. This may be the last from me ever. Please point out any grammar mistakes.
Do you know what jinx is? Do you believe that jinx actually exists? If you don't, then do believe it after I tell you this.
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Nakajima Yuto, one of the cool and hot guy that almost every girl dying to have him as her boyfriend. Pffftt...didn't you have any better taste girls? You were deceived by his super cute and innocent smile but the truth was, once you knew him, you will feel like you were living in a hell and there was not even a single light will shine to help you to escape from the hell.
Six months ago, Yuto was discovered living with me. I meant with my brother and sister. Do guess what happened to me afterwards. I was picked by the girls, became the 'hot' topic among the students, received blood-written letters in my locker asking me to leave what-they-called-THEIR YUTO alone and even worse, I lost my part-time job; my source for extra pocket money for living!
Now I dreaded to go to university. I can't stand all this anymore. Why me? Why was I being picked? There was no peace anymore in my life. I used to need not to care about what was happening in the university, but now I had to, because I was the topic of the conversations. People gave me looks whenever I walked pass them. Seriously, I didn't understand all that until one day, I saw Yuto's poster in one of the magazines that my friend bought. Nakajima Yuto was a member of a popular boys group. How can I not know that?
I rushed to his department and dragged him from his lecture hall. I did not care if all the pilots-to-be were staring at me. The dumbfounded Yuto just followed me as I dragged him by his hand, not knowing what was I up to.
“Hey, what's wrong?” He broke the silence.
“We need to talk,” I stopped walking and faced him.
“Then talk”.
“Why didn't you tell me?”
He raised his eyebrow and gave me the 'tell-you-what' look. His eyes shifted from my face to my hand and saw the magazine I was holding. I flipped through the pages of the magazines and stopped at a certain page then I shoved the magazine to him.
“So, you've found out?” He asked.
“Why?”
“ I took a break from it for a while to continue my studies and to pursue my dream.”
“That's not what I want to know. Why didn't you tell me that you're an artist?”
“ You never ask...”
“Even after you knew what were the students did to me?”
“I'm sorry. I want to tell you, but at the right time.” An excuse. I hold myself from crying. I felt betrayed. Without a word, I left him there. I walked to my car and drove home. I went upstairs and locked myself up for the rest of the day.
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I heard his footsteps climbing the stairs, and he stopped for a few seconds in front of my door then he continued walking towards his room. Seconds later, the sounds of the door being shut was heard. Disappointed. That was what I felt. I didn't know why, but I did hope that he would just knock on my door and apologize again. I sighed and buried my face into the pillow.
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We had been ignoring each other for about two months now. My brother and sister were in Japan, so it was just the two of us in the house. It was hard, lived under one roof, seeing each other almost everyday but neither he nor I tried to clear our misunderstanding. He had his ego, and I had mine. Recently, he always came how late even though his classes ended early. He either would stay at the library doing his revision for his final or had an overnight at his friend's house. I was busy with my final exam too and I couldn't be bothered with our little cold war.
Wednesday morning, I saw a note slipped under my door. I picked it up and read it.
“I'm sorry. Let's stop this please? Wish me luck for my final today”
-Yuto-
I turned the knob of my door and pulled the door to open it. I walked to Yuto's room and knocked the door. Silence, no answer. I knocked again. Impatient, I slowly turned the knob and pushed the door. The room was empty. Yuto had tied up his bed too. I closed the door and headed to the kitchen, which was at the first floor. I found no one there too. I was late to wish him good luck. Though we were still not in a good term, last night I already told myself to wish him good luck for his final. Maybe, that was going to be my last wish for him. After this, I won't be seeing him anymore. He will be staying at his friend's house during his final to make it easier for him to discuss anything and do a study group.
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Prom night was around the corner. It was for Yuto's batch. The boys were busy finding their partners, so did the girls. I would be lying if I said I didn't want to go to the prom, but who am I to be there? I would be lucky if any senior ever invited me to the prom but yeah, keep on dreaming girl! I thought I want to spend the last day in this semester of university with my best friend, Mia. Unfortunately, the senior she liked had invited her to the prom. How lucky she was!
I helped Mia to get ready for the prom at her apartment. She lived by herself there. She looked stunning in her lilac gown with little glittering accessories. I bet her partner's jaw will drop to the ground. Mia invited me to the prom with her - to company her, but I refused. Going there meaning I will see Yuto and that will be the last thing that I ever wanted, at least for now. Since the day he left, we didn't contact each other. I didn't see him at the campus too. After I sent Mia off, I continued to do my revision for my last paper.
Two hours had passed. Mia still had not come home yet. I took a glimpse at the clock on Mia's study desk, it showed 9.45 p.m, still early. I yawned for the third time. Study really drained away my energy. I decided to sleep and continue to study tomorrow. I was about to drift away to my dreamland when my cell phone ringing. It was Mia. I pressed the green button to answer her.
“Has the party ended? I'm about to sleep,” I asked her.
“Not yet. I need your help. Urgent!” she sounded like she was in trouble. I could hear the loud music blasting in the background.
“What?”
“My heels broke. Can you bring my black wedges here?”
“What?!I told you not to wear that heels. I'll be there in 20 minutes. Wait for me at the entrance,”
“Thanks baby! I owe you one!”
“THE ENTRANCE” once again, I repeated the word “entrance”.
“Okay, okay, the entrance...see you!”
20 minutes later, I arrived at the entrance of the hall. There was no Mia at the entrance door. I waited for her there. The music was blasting loudly in the hall. People were dancing with their partners or their friends. Some of them just sat at their tables, enjoying their drinks and foods. I saw Mia running over to me. I noticed that her heels were perfectly functioning. My cheeks heated up in anger.
“Hey babe, your heels look fine to me,” I hissed at her.
“Sorry, I just need a reason for you to come.”
“Mind to explain?”
“There is someone wants to meet you.” I gave a questioning look. Not having the chances to protest, Mia dragged me into the hall. She dragged me by hand to one of the tables. There I saw Yuto laughing at his friend's jokes. He looked carefree. He stopped laughing when his friend pointed to his back. He turned around, facing me and got up from his seat. Mia pushed me from behind and I stumbled a bit to the front.
Yuto took my hand in his and dragged me outside. “Thanks Mia! I'll treat you lunch if I succeed,” he shouted to Mia.
At the parking lot neither one of us talked.
“What do y-” I tried to broke the silence when suddenly I lost my words as I felt a pair of lips on mine.
“I Love You Yuki”
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Epilogue
I sit on the bench at the arrival hall, waiting for that special someone. One by one, passengers walk out from the arrival gate, each of them holding roses in their hands. A boy around six years old, wearing a mickey mouse cap approaches me. In his hand is a lavender rose.
“For you,” with that, the boy leaves me dumbfounded with the rose in my hand.
Then another boy comes, three red roses in his hand. Just like what the earlier boy does, he shoves the roses into my hand. A girl, in pink gown, runs slowly to me with six white roses in her small hand. One by one passenger gives me roses. Bouquets of roses surround me in the airport.
A lady in her mid thirty, walks to me smiling, with another bouquet of roses, “This is the 891 rose. Congratulations young lady.” I still don't get the meaning of this. Is the airport giving out free roses for lucky person in the airport?
While I am busy thinking of the possibilities, a fine young man in a pilot uniform walks out from the arrival gate, pulling his luggage heading towards me. Behind him are the co-pilot and the flight attendances. In his hand is a small black box while his friends holding bouquets of roses. I feel tears escape from the corner of my eyes; slowly, rolling down on my cheeks and drop to the floor.
He kneels before me and reveals a shining diamond ring from the small box. “With the 108 roses in my friends hands and as the whole airport be our witness, will you, Harusaki Shirayuki marry me, Nakajima Yuto and be the queen of my heart?” clearly with no doubts he proposed to me.
“I do...,” the only right answer I can find - I DO.
Nine hundreds and ninety-nine roses - Everlasting and Eternal love
-The End-
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