Orange Horizon
A/N: A birthday fic for Keito, the person I hate for making me write something as long as a 4,000+ word fic. Kidding! Happy birthday dude! This fic is whole-heartedly dedicated to ichiban_seiyaku , since I made this one especially for you. This is part two of my birthday gift for you. If I didn’t do this well, tell me. I’ll make something better than this. Okay, the note is going to be longer than the fic. LOL. Happy Birthday! And I♥U
I didn’t even know when it started, but it was too late before I realized that I was madly in love with her.
Most of my band mates have been speculated to go out with several girls but there wasn't a time that the reporters made up a rumor about me. Why? I certainly have no idea. Maybe they were already contented with just bashing me because I was my father’s son and that they didn’t even bother making up one flail-worthy story. But I didn’t mind it. I was happy.
“Keito, what are you doing there?” Hikaru’s all-too familiar voice boomed in the studio.
I placed the earphones back on the table and whacked his head. “What are you shouting about you idiot?”
He grinned. “Choreographer-san has been looking for you.”
“Oh, right.”
We made our way into the dance hall and everyone was there.
“Keito! Where have you been?”
“Sorry, I went to the bathroom.”
“Okay. Everyone, places!” and with that, our gruesome, energy-consuming practice started.
It was around 9 pm when our practice ended. It was a good thing that I had no class tomorrow so I wouldn’t have so much to worry about studying. After bidding goodbye to the members of JUMP, I directly went home. I did so because I wanted to rest and to check on something. Alright, someone, happy?
“Tadaima!” I shouted.
There was no response. Maybe dad wasn't home yet. I opened the fridge and took out a cup of chocolate pudding. I hurriedly turned the laptop on and waited for the internet connection to start. Then, I logged on to my messenger. I hummed as I browsed for my online contacts. Ryosuke, Yuri, Ryutaro… those three were online? What they were up to, I didn’t care. I looked through my contacts for a certain name. No, no, no… there! She was online.
: Hello. How are you?
Yes, that was my username, go find it but don’t ask me why that’s my name. I waited for a response. Several minutes and another cup of pudding passed but there was no response yet. I frowned. Maybe she was busy. Or was she angry? Wait, why would she be angry with me?
: Are you busy?
Okay, I told myself that if I would send her a message like that again, I would sound like a stalker. But maybe that would be fine for me. Maybe it was fine that I would check on her some time. Well here’s the gist. This thing started about a month ago. I was bored at home and there wasn't any practice for the day so I tried searching for something to do. Yes, I went to a chat room. And I found one username that caught my eye. No, it wasn't something related to pornography, thank you very much. It was rather simple but eye-catching. Number one pledge. I clicked on the name, not even knowing if it was a boy’s or a girl’s name and said hi. It was a good thing she was a girl. That was where our, well, friendship started. Not a day passed that I haven’t chatted with her online. The only problem was that she didn’t want to send a picture of herself to me. Maybe it was because I didn’t give one of mine too. It was probably because I don’t want her to know who I truly am. Not that I’m bragging about being an idol but it was common knowledge that when someone knows you are famous, they would change. And that was for my safety too. Yeah, I’m paranoid.
I broke from my contemplation when a buzz echoed from the speakers. My insides churned as a couple of messages appeared on the screen.
: Buzz!
Hey, sorry I haven’t answered your message earlier.
I hurriedly typed.
: It’s okay. I was just wondering if you were busy or something.
: Oh I see. So how was school today?
: It was fine. How about yours?
: School was school... ^^
: Hmmm… Well, what do you think of my proposal?
: Proposal? D:
: The meet-up! :D
: Oh. That. :D
: So? :)
: When?
: April 1.
: On your birthday?
: Yep! :)
: That's tomorrow.
: Yeah! :)
: I’ll think about it.
: Aw.
: :)
: Please?
: Why do you want to meet up with me? I’m not that attractive, you know.
: :( It’s not about that. I just want to meet with you and know you personally.
And it’s not about looks.
: Okay. But what if I’m a serial killer and would stab you to death when we meet up?
: That’d be awkward and crazy. But I trust that you wouldn’t do such horrible thing.
: :P Okay.
: Okay? Meaning, yes? :D
: Yes. For your birthday.
: Yey! Okay, so we’ll meet up at a coffee shop near the station tomorrow?
: Okay. I have to sleep now, just text me the details. You have my number right?
: Yes. Yes I will!
: Well I have to go.
: Good night Arlene. Sweet dreams!
: Good night Keito.
Then she went offline. I turned the laptop off and headed to the bed, wishing that morning would come in a hurry.
April 1
I woke to the constant ringing of my phone. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a cornucopia of confetti blocking my vision and a loud popping sound from what I thought would be party poppers. My dad was beside me, beaming and holding a black cylinder container of the party popper.
“Happy birthday son!” he enthusiastically said, and turned back. When he faced me again, he had a plate of sans rival in hand with a small blue candle on top.
“Wow. Thanks dad.” I blew on the candle and wished for something. I wouldn’t tell you what it is since if I did, it wouldn’t come true.
“Keito, your phone.” He mouthed at the still ringing device. That was when I remembered it. I hurriedly picked it up and answered without looking at the caller.
“Hello?”
An ear-splitting ‘Happy Birthday’ echoed in my skull as I tried to shake it off my head. It was then followed by a couple of greetings like Take care, Congratulations, and where the hell are we eating for your birthday greetings, the last one I deciphered to be Yamada’s voice. That pig, I thought.
“Thanks guys, but you shouldn’t have shouted. My ears hurt.” I giggled. Dad mouthed that he has to go since he was late for a meeting. “Wait, hang on. Okay dad. Thanks!”
“You’re welcome. I’ll take you to lunch later, okay?”
“No, it’s okay. I was planning to go somewhere.”
His forehead creased and looked suspiciously at me.
“I’ll tell you later dad.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re late for your appointment.”
With that, he scuttled out of my room. I went back to my phone and it was Hikaru speaking. “Oi mate.” He said in a well-placed Australian accent.
“Dude, I’m from England, not Australia.” I rolled my eyes.
“It’s the same thing.” He laughed. “Happy birthday.”
Then the greeting passed on to Yuto, Ryosuke, Ryutaro, Yuri, Kota, Yuya, Kei, and Daiki. Wait, why are they together?!
“What are you guys up to?” I sounded more suspicious than my dad was earlier.
“Happy birthday fish!” Ryosuke blurted and I could just imagine him taking the phone away from Daiki.
“Fish?”
“Nose dive!”
“Shut up fatty.”
He gasped and then I heard Daiki shout as his phone landed on the floor. The cracking sound was harsh that I even flinched.
“Hey, you don’t have to be mean to him Keito.” Kota, who took the phone, lectured in a mother-like voice.
“Sorry.”
“Come to the Jimusho later, we have a surprise for you!” Yuya shouted in the background.
“Can you tell Bakaki that it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore since he just blurted it out? Thanks.” I rolled my eyes.
I heard the sound of Kota’s palms on Yuya’s skull that it made me chuckle.
“Since it’s all ruined, just come dude.” Kota said.
“Sorry I can’t.”
“Why? Are you having lunch with Kenichi-san?”
“No. I’m going somewhere.”
There was a sound of a person in pain then of grabbing. “Okamoto Keito! Where the hell will you be at later?!” Yuri’s voice rang at almost a gazillion decibel.
“I’m off somewhere.”
“Where exactly?” he sounded serious.
“Off to where the paparazzi can’t see me.”
“You-”
Yuri was cut off and Daiki was on the line. “DUDE! ARE YOU SEEING SOMEONE RIGHT NOW????”
I cringed away from the phone as another shrill voice overtook Yuri’s. “Penguin! You loud penguin! Shut up!”
He clucked his tongue and became serious. “Where are you going?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Keito…” he sounded offended.
“My baby penguin, I can’t tell you.” I laughed. “I have to go.”
“Wait! Kei wants to say hi too!”
I heard a couple of footsteps and then Kei’s voice on the phone. “Hey Engrish boy, happy birthday!”
“Thanks Kei. Now I really have to go.”
“Okay. Take care on your date later.” He sounded serious but I could still feel the sarcasm on it.
“Alright, alright. You happy now?” I grumbled.
“Satisfied.” He said and hung up.
Let’s meet at a coffee shop near the train station at 12. Is that okay with you?
08:24 A.M., April 1
I wore my best perfume today. I had my white shirt on, black jeans, red plaid cardigan, and a pair of sunglasses for the paparazzi. I was excited alright. I spent most of my time in front of the mirror. No, it wasn't for the sake of vanity but for me to look good for Arlene. That’s well justified right?
After quiet some time, I went off. I already told her what I would be wearing so she wouldn’t have a hard time looking for me. I donned the glasses and took a bus to the coffee shop. I checked my phone for a message from her, but they were from some of the juniors and my senpai’s who greeted me. I sighed and slumped on the bus chair. A couple of girls on the other end of the bus were looking intently at me. They should’ve seen the looks on their faces. I covered my face with my hands and pretended to sleep. A couple of minutes passed and one of them came up to me.
“E - Excuse me. Okamoto-san?” she asked, her face probably blushing.
I kept silent, as though I was asleep.
“Okamoto Keito-san?” she asked once more, touching my shoulders.
I opened my eyes and looked at her through my glasses. She giggled and waved her arms at her friends. I think it was a signal since after that, a couple of girls headed my way and stared at me with wide eyes. I smiled timidly.
“Keito-kun, can we have your autograph?” one of them asked, handing me a notepad and a pen.
I smiled and took the thing and scribbled my name on it. Quickly, the others displayed their own pads and pens in front of me and giggled like they were babies given candies. I doodled and scrawled and scribbled some more before they evaporated like boiling water.
I alighted from the bus and went directly to the said coffee shop. The shop was named Cup of Coffee. The ambience was just right, not too loud, and not too quiet either. Soft piano music played on the background that made the place more pleasant. There were several tables and chairs sprawled across the whole area once you step inside the shop. The smell of freshly brewed coffee emanated. It was strong but not hurting to the nose. I went to the receptionist and asked for a more private place. She smiled and guided me to a two-seater table on the far end of the shop. It was secluded alright but was one of the most romantic spots in the place. There were a couple of bars that separated them from the other tables and a red carpet lane towards it. The table was just right for two, since it’s a two-seater, and the silver chairs looked comfortable to sit in.
“One of our waitresses will serve you in a moment sir.” The receptionist said.
“Thanks. Oh, if ever someone by the name of Arlene comes here and looks for a Keito, please lead her here.”
“Sure sir.” She nodded and left.
In less than a minute, a tall woman came to my table.
“Is there anything I can get you sir?” the pretty waitress asked.
“I’ll order later. I’m still waiting for someone.” I said, my glasses still latched on my nose.
She stared, maybe thinking I was a weirdo wearing my glasses inside a coffee shop. “Okay. Just call me sir if you need something.”
“Wait, as a matter of fact I would like to ask a favor.” I whispered her something.
She nodded and smiled teasingly before she left.
12:05 P.M.
I was busy rubbing my ice cold hands when the receptionist came into view and smiled. She turned to someone behind her and pointed at me. Then she left. My heart started to run as fast as a horse. This is it, I thought. A seemingly petite girl walked awkwardly to the table. She wore a green dress that clutched perfectly onto her slim body. The dress was plain, but the person who wore it was breathtaking. Her face was angelic, her eyes matching the oblique features of her face. She squinted as a ray of light passed by her line of vision. It was exhilarating to see her that way. She squinted some more and her red full lips twitched into a smile. Her long black hair was tied into a neat ponytail. There was no other words needed to describe her but beautiful. She was beautiful in her own simple way. It was heartwarming to see her smile, to see her move so awkwardly in front of me.
“Keito?” she asked.
All I did was nod. It took me a moment to remember my manners. I stood up and guided her to sit.
“You’re Arlene.” I stated.
She nodded.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No. It's just that, why didn't you tell me you're Okamoto Keito?”
I flustered. “Oh. That. I thought you would know it's me?” I think that was my lamest excuse ever. She would never buy it.
“And I thought Takaki was the mentally challenged of you people.”
I giggled. She sighed. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. It didn't harm anybody. Unless it caused you mental anguish?” her face was dead serious but I could sense a tiny hint of sarcasm in it.
“Nah. Oh, do you want to order now?”
“That would depend on you, Keito.” Ouch. She really added emphasis on my name.
I kept my cool and signaled the waitress to come over. She handed us the menu and waited for our orders. I had pasta and cappuccino. She got herself a slice of blueberry cheesecake and mocha frappuccino. We ate and chatted.
“You don't have practice today.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Nuh. Hets muh dee op nyaw.”
She cocked her head to the side. I didn't know if she was amused or disgusted since it didn't show on her face.
I swallowed my food before answering properly. “Sorry. It's my day off. And I don't have class either so I’m free today.” I'm all yours today.
“I see.” she took something from her purse and looked down before handing it to me. “I suppose I’m not the first to greet you, but happy birthday.”
I was stunned, more like dazed. I took the small parcel and slowly untied the ribbon. I was holding my breath the whole time. Inside the small box was a handmade bracelet made of thick thread. It was adorned with a transparent cube in the middle with the letter K on it. It was simple but it made my day.
“Thanks. It's perfect.”
She blushed. I extended my arms toward her and she took the bracelet. Her little hands worked magic on my hands that just the mere brushing of her skin on mine made my whole system go wild. My face was red and so was hers. Once she released my hand, that was the time I could breathe properly. However, the goose bumps still made me shiver.
“It's really beautiful.” I said, looking at her.
“I'm glad you liked it.”
I signaled the waitress again and she came to us with a small vanilla cream cake with a lighted blue candle. She placed it on the table and went off.
“What's this? You're buying yourself a birthday cake?” she sniggered.
“Nope. This day is not just mine to celebrate. Happy birthday, Arlene.”
“How did you know it was my birthday too?” she asked, her face blushing hard.
“I made a little bit of research about you. Actually, the only thing I remember is your birthday since we share the same date.”
“So you were stalking me.” she sneered.
“No, no.” I said, shaking my head violently. “It's not like that!”
Her face then turned sour. “So you weren't stalking me.”
“Anyways, never mind that. Today's our time to celebrate our birthday. And this is for you.” I handed her the cake. She blew on the candle after making a wish. I didn't know what it was and I wouldn't try asking her. Privacy issues.
“Thanks. You shouldn't have bothered.”
“It's totally okay. I'm happy.”
“Thanks. So, what did you wish for?”
“What? I shouldn't tell you what my wish is right? Or else it wouldn't come true.”
She giggled. “Silly.”
“You know, we should have met a long time ago.”
“And why is that?” her eyebrows raised,
“Well, at least we should have known each other personally for a long time.”
“I was hesitant before. But since it was your birthday then I thought that it wouldn’t hurt. However, it was unexpected that my chat mate is an idol.”
All I did was smile, to hide my guilt. “You know, if you have been worried because of appearance, then we have been wasting time. And you’re a liar on that note.”
She paused, the cup of coffee covering the lower half of her face. “Why is that?”
“You said you don’t look attractive. That's a lie. You’re…” I stopped, thinking of something worth describing her.
“I’m what?”
I smiled. “Perfect.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re delusional. But thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Oh, sorry I need to go now. I still have class later.” She hurriedly stood.
“Really?”What a bummer. I mean the timing, not her.
“I’m really sorry. I need to go to class in 30 minutes.” She looked at her watch.
“Oh. So maybe we can spend some of the 30 minutes togetherrr-er-er, er - I mean I could bring you to school.” I sounded stupid but whatever.
“What?”
“I - I could bring you to school.”
“Do you think I can’t go to school on my own?”
“No, it’s not that.” I shook my head instantly.
She smiled. “I was just kidding, don’t be dead serious Keito. If that’s what you like, then maybe you can.”
I nodded.
After a few more minutes, she decided to go. When we went out of the shop, the most embarrassing people, er - thing happened. Nine persons stood by the door, grinning like dogs that just saw a big bone. Arlene popped from behind and looked at my band mates uninterestingly.
“So this is why you rejected us.” Yuri said, his eyebrows raised.
Daiki sniffed and looked at Arlene. “Fine, she’s cute.”
“So, aren’t you gonna introduce us Keito?” Kota asked.
“Right. Guys, this is Arlene. Arlene these are my idiotic bunch.” I earned a smack from Yuto’s palms.
“Hello.” She said.
“Yo!” they replied.
“Right. We need to go. She still has class.”
“What? You’re leaving? What if the paparazzi sees you with her?”
“I won’t care.” I shrugged and pulled her away from the others, who were left in deep intrigue.
“Why’d you leave them behind?” she asked.
“They’re old enough to fend for themselves.” She cleared her throat. “Not that I’m saying that you’re a baby.”
“Yeah, are you really gonna come with me at school?” she asked once more.
“Uhn, if it’s okay with you?”
There wasn't a single answer but I kept walking with her. She held on her purse and looked over the horizon. She stopped halfway and pointed at a large building surrounded with a couple of trees.
“That's where I study,” she softly said.
“Oh. Right, you’re leaving now.” I didn’t know but I sounded sad, or rather low. What’s the difference anyway?
“Yes. But you can stay and wait for me ‘til the end of my class.” She chuckled.
I raised my eyebrows and she scuttled into the school building. She looked back and waved at me. I waved back and she went in.
4:20 PM
Right. Crazy me had been sitting in the bench just outside the school of Arlene. I heard the distant ringing of a bell and soon, a couple of students went out. One was Arlene. She seemed baffled upon seeing me. I waved hesitantly and smiled. She came towards me and grinned.
“What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you? Heehee.” Wow, that was more stupid than Hikaru’s English.
“I was just kidding about what I said earlier.” Her face turned red.
“Oh, really. Sorry.” I mouthed.
“Nah, it’s okay. You really missed me that much, huh.” She sneered.
How’d you know? “Really… So, how’d ice cream sound?”
“Great. You’re treating?”
I nodded all too feverishly that I felt my brain bounce inside my skull. I prodded her to walk towards an ice cream cart a few meters off her school. I took a cone of cookies and cream while she had chocolate overload.
“Thanks.” She licked on her ice cream.
“Uhn, yeah.” I looked away before I could do anything else. “I know of a great place to well, celebrate our day.”
She looked at me suspiciously. “You sound like a serial killer to me.”
I grinned. “Yeah. So, are you gonna come with a serial killer like me?”
She took my hand and we were off.
A couple of minutes passed and we were at the seashore. It was a beautiful sight. The sun was just halfway across the horizon and its orange grandiosity filled the whole sea. The cool breeze gently touched my face and it seemed like a lifetime before I realized Arlene’s hand brushing mine. She looked awed at the striking magnificence of the sunset.
“It’s beautiful.” She whispered.
“Yeah, just like you.” I looked at her. She met my eyes with her brown ones, asking.
“What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“T - Thanks. I guess.”
“I don’t know how to put this into words but -” I hesitated.
“But what?”
“I think I like you.”
“You like me. Why?” She added emphasis on the last word.
“Beats the hell out of me.”
She remained quiet. Then she sighed.
“Please don’t take this wrongly. I mean, I like you but you don’t have to like me too you know.” I hung my head.
“Stop looking down. Face me.” she demanded.
I did as I was told and looked her deeply in the eyes. “Are you angry?”
“Why would I be angry at the person I’ve been dying to meet? I don’t hate you for liking me. It’s natural. I mean, everyone goes through that stage in their lives. But just promise me not hurt my heart.”
I nodded. “WHAT???”
She giggled. “You heard me silly.”
My heart was tearing up in my chest that I could feel it swell. And yeah, I’m exaggerating things. But, but, but! “Does that mean?”
“No. You have to go through the whole process.”
“You mean courting?”
She nodded.
I smiled. “I will.”
We sat at a bench, looking over the horizon to where the sun sets into its slumber for the day. But it also would signify the beginning of a new day. Oh and yeah, happy birthday to me and her. ♥
I didn’t even know when it started, but it was too late before I realized that I was madly in love with her.
Most of my band mates have been speculated to go out with several girls but there wasn't a time that the reporters made up a rumor about me. Why? I certainly have no idea. Maybe they were already contented with just bashing me because I was my father’s son and that they didn’t even bother making up one flail-worthy story. But I didn’t mind it. I was happy.
“Keito, what are you doing there?” Hikaru’s all-too familiar voice boomed in the studio.
I placed the earphones back on the table and whacked his head. “What are you shouting about you idiot?”
He grinned. “Choreographer-san has been looking for you.”
“Oh, right.”
We made our way into the dance hall and everyone was there.
“Keito! Where have you been?”
“Sorry, I went to the bathroom.”
“Okay. Everyone, places!” and with that, our gruesome, energy-consuming practice started.
It was around 9 pm when our practice ended. It was a good thing that I had no class tomorrow so I wouldn’t have so much to worry about studying. After bidding goodbye to the members of JUMP, I directly went home. I did so because I wanted to rest and to check on something. Alright, someone, happy?
“Tadaima!” I shouted.
There was no response. Maybe dad wasn't home yet. I opened the fridge and took out a cup of chocolate pudding. I hurriedly turned the laptop on and waited for the internet connection to start. Then, I logged on to my messenger. I hummed as I browsed for my online contacts. Ryosuke, Yuri, Ryutaro… those three were online? What they were up to, I didn’t care. I looked through my contacts for a certain name. No, no, no… there! She was online.
: Hello. How are you?
Yes, that was my username, go find it but don’t ask me why that’s my name. I waited for a response. Several minutes and another cup of pudding passed but there was no response yet. I frowned. Maybe she was busy. Or was she angry? Wait, why would she be angry with me?
: Are you busy?
Okay, I told myself that if I would send her a message like that again, I would sound like a stalker. But maybe that would be fine for me. Maybe it was fine that I would check on her some time. Well here’s the gist. This thing started about a month ago. I was bored at home and there wasn't any practice for the day so I tried searching for something to do. Yes, I went to a chat room. And I found one username that caught my eye. No, it wasn't something related to pornography, thank you very much. It was rather simple but eye-catching. Number one pledge. I clicked on the name, not even knowing if it was a boy’s or a girl’s name and said hi. It was a good thing she was a girl. That was where our, well, friendship started. Not a day passed that I haven’t chatted with her online. The only problem was that she didn’t want to send a picture of herself to me. Maybe it was because I didn’t give one of mine too. It was probably because I don’t want her to know who I truly am. Not that I’m bragging about being an idol but it was common knowledge that when someone knows you are famous, they would change. And that was for my safety too. Yeah, I’m paranoid.
I broke from my contemplation when a buzz echoed from the speakers. My insides churned as a couple of messages appeared on the screen.
: Buzz!
Hey, sorry I haven’t answered your message earlier.
I hurriedly typed.
: It’s okay. I was just wondering if you were busy or something.
: Oh I see. So how was school today?
: It was fine. How about yours?
: School was school... ^^
: Hmmm… Well, what do you think of my proposal?
: Proposal? D:
: The meet-up! :D
: Oh. That. :D
: So? :)
: When?
: April 1.
: On your birthday?
: Yep! :)
: That's tomorrow.
: Yeah! :)
: I’ll think about it.
: Aw.
: :)
: Please?
: Why do you want to meet up with me? I’m not that attractive, you know.
: :( It’s not about that. I just want to meet with you and know you personally.
And it’s not about looks.
: Okay. But what if I’m a serial killer and would stab you to death when we meet up?
: That’d be awkward and crazy. But I trust that you wouldn’t do such horrible thing.
: :P Okay.
: Okay? Meaning, yes? :D
: Yes. For your birthday.
: Yey! Okay, so we’ll meet up at a coffee shop near the station tomorrow?
: Okay. I have to sleep now, just text me the details. You have my number right?
: Yes. Yes I will!
: Well I have to go.
: Good night Arlene. Sweet dreams!
: Good night Keito.
Then she went offline. I turned the laptop off and headed to the bed, wishing that morning would come in a hurry.
April 1
I woke to the constant ringing of my phone. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a cornucopia of confetti blocking my vision and a loud popping sound from what I thought would be party poppers. My dad was beside me, beaming and holding a black cylinder container of the party popper.
“Happy birthday son!” he enthusiastically said, and turned back. When he faced me again, he had a plate of sans rival in hand with a small blue candle on top.
“Wow. Thanks dad.” I blew on the candle and wished for something. I wouldn’t tell you what it is since if I did, it wouldn’t come true.
“Keito, your phone.” He mouthed at the still ringing device. That was when I remembered it. I hurriedly picked it up and answered without looking at the caller.
“Hello?”
An ear-splitting ‘Happy Birthday’ echoed in my skull as I tried to shake it off my head. It was then followed by a couple of greetings like Take care, Congratulations, and where the hell are we eating for your birthday greetings, the last one I deciphered to be Yamada’s voice. That pig, I thought.
“Thanks guys, but you shouldn’t have shouted. My ears hurt.” I giggled. Dad mouthed that he has to go since he was late for a meeting. “Wait, hang on. Okay dad. Thanks!”
“You’re welcome. I’ll take you to lunch later, okay?”
“No, it’s okay. I was planning to go somewhere.”
His forehead creased and looked suspiciously at me.
“I’ll tell you later dad.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re late for your appointment.”
With that, he scuttled out of my room. I went back to my phone and it was Hikaru speaking. “Oi mate.” He said in a well-placed Australian accent.
“Dude, I’m from England, not Australia.” I rolled my eyes.
“It’s the same thing.” He laughed. “Happy birthday.”
Then the greeting passed on to Yuto, Ryosuke, Ryutaro, Yuri, Kota, Yuya, Kei, and Daiki. Wait, why are they together?!
“What are you guys up to?” I sounded more suspicious than my dad was earlier.
“Happy birthday fish!” Ryosuke blurted and I could just imagine him taking the phone away from Daiki.
“Fish?”
“Nose dive!”
“Shut up fatty.”
He gasped and then I heard Daiki shout as his phone landed on the floor. The cracking sound was harsh that I even flinched.
“Hey, you don’t have to be mean to him Keito.” Kota, who took the phone, lectured in a mother-like voice.
“Sorry.”
“Come to the Jimusho later, we have a surprise for you!” Yuya shouted in the background.
“Can you tell Bakaki that it wouldn’t be a surprise anymore since he just blurted it out? Thanks.” I rolled my eyes.
I heard the sound of Kota’s palms on Yuya’s skull that it made me chuckle.
“Since it’s all ruined, just come dude.” Kota said.
“Sorry I can’t.”
“Why? Are you having lunch with Kenichi-san?”
“No. I’m going somewhere.”
There was a sound of a person in pain then of grabbing. “Okamoto Keito! Where the hell will you be at later?!” Yuri’s voice rang at almost a gazillion decibel.
“I’m off somewhere.”
“Where exactly?” he sounded serious.
“Off to where the paparazzi can’t see me.”
“You-”
Yuri was cut off and Daiki was on the line. “DUDE! ARE YOU SEEING SOMEONE RIGHT NOW????”
I cringed away from the phone as another shrill voice overtook Yuri’s. “Penguin! You loud penguin! Shut up!”
He clucked his tongue and became serious. “Where are you going?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Keito…” he sounded offended.
“My baby penguin, I can’t tell you.” I laughed. “I have to go.”
“Wait! Kei wants to say hi too!”
I heard a couple of footsteps and then Kei’s voice on the phone. “Hey Engrish boy, happy birthday!”
“Thanks Kei. Now I really have to go.”
“Okay. Take care on your date later.” He sounded serious but I could still feel the sarcasm on it.
“Alright, alright. You happy now?” I grumbled.
“Satisfied.” He said and hung up.
Let’s meet at a coffee shop near the train station at 12. Is that okay with you?
08:24 A.M., April 1
I wore my best perfume today. I had my white shirt on, black jeans, red plaid cardigan, and a pair of sunglasses for the paparazzi. I was excited alright. I spent most of my time in front of the mirror. No, it wasn't for the sake of vanity but for me to look good for Arlene. That’s well justified right?
After quiet some time, I went off. I already told her what I would be wearing so she wouldn’t have a hard time looking for me. I donned the glasses and took a bus to the coffee shop. I checked my phone for a message from her, but they were from some of the juniors and my senpai’s who greeted me. I sighed and slumped on the bus chair. A couple of girls on the other end of the bus were looking intently at me. They should’ve seen the looks on their faces. I covered my face with my hands and pretended to sleep. A couple of minutes passed and one of them came up to me.
“E - Excuse me. Okamoto-san?” she asked, her face probably blushing.
I kept silent, as though I was asleep.
“Okamoto Keito-san?” she asked once more, touching my shoulders.
I opened my eyes and looked at her through my glasses. She giggled and waved her arms at her friends. I think it was a signal since after that, a couple of girls headed my way and stared at me with wide eyes. I smiled timidly.
“Keito-kun, can we have your autograph?” one of them asked, handing me a notepad and a pen.
I smiled and took the thing and scribbled my name on it. Quickly, the others displayed their own pads and pens in front of me and giggled like they were babies given candies. I doodled and scrawled and scribbled some more before they evaporated like boiling water.
I alighted from the bus and went directly to the said coffee shop. The shop was named Cup of Coffee. The ambience was just right, not too loud, and not too quiet either. Soft piano music played on the background that made the place more pleasant. There were several tables and chairs sprawled across the whole area once you step inside the shop. The smell of freshly brewed coffee emanated. It was strong but not hurting to the nose. I went to the receptionist and asked for a more private place. She smiled and guided me to a two-seater table on the far end of the shop. It was secluded alright but was one of the most romantic spots in the place. There were a couple of bars that separated them from the other tables and a red carpet lane towards it. The table was just right for two, since it’s a two-seater, and the silver chairs looked comfortable to sit in.
“One of our waitresses will serve you in a moment sir.” The receptionist said.
“Thanks. Oh, if ever someone by the name of Arlene comes here and looks for a Keito, please lead her here.”
“Sure sir.” She nodded and left.
In less than a minute, a tall woman came to my table.
“Is there anything I can get you sir?” the pretty waitress asked.
“I’ll order later. I’m still waiting for someone.” I said, my glasses still latched on my nose.
She stared, maybe thinking I was a weirdo wearing my glasses inside a coffee shop. “Okay. Just call me sir if you need something.”
“Wait, as a matter of fact I would like to ask a favor.” I whispered her something.
She nodded and smiled teasingly before she left.
12:05 P.M.
I was busy rubbing my ice cold hands when the receptionist came into view and smiled. She turned to someone behind her and pointed at me. Then she left. My heart started to run as fast as a horse. This is it, I thought. A seemingly petite girl walked awkwardly to the table. She wore a green dress that clutched perfectly onto her slim body. The dress was plain, but the person who wore it was breathtaking. Her face was angelic, her eyes matching the oblique features of her face. She squinted as a ray of light passed by her line of vision. It was exhilarating to see her that way. She squinted some more and her red full lips twitched into a smile. Her long black hair was tied into a neat ponytail. There was no other words needed to describe her but beautiful. She was beautiful in her own simple way. It was heartwarming to see her smile, to see her move so awkwardly in front of me.
“Keito?” she asked.
All I did was nod. It took me a moment to remember my manners. I stood up and guided her to sit.
“You’re Arlene.” I stated.
She nodded.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No. It's just that, why didn't you tell me you're Okamoto Keito?”
I flustered. “Oh. That. I thought you would know it's me?” I think that was my lamest excuse ever. She would never buy it.
“And I thought Takaki was the mentally challenged of you people.”
I giggled. She sighed. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay. It didn't harm anybody. Unless it caused you mental anguish?” her face was dead serious but I could sense a tiny hint of sarcasm in it.
“Nah. Oh, do you want to order now?”
“That would depend on you, Keito.” Ouch. She really added emphasis on my name.
I kept my cool and signaled the waitress to come over. She handed us the menu and waited for our orders. I had pasta and cappuccino. She got herself a slice of blueberry cheesecake and mocha frappuccino. We ate and chatted.
“You don't have practice today.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Nuh. Hets muh dee op nyaw.”
She cocked her head to the side. I didn't know if she was amused or disgusted since it didn't show on her face.
I swallowed my food before answering properly. “Sorry. It's my day off. And I don't have class either so I’m free today.” I'm all yours today.
“I see.” she took something from her purse and looked down before handing it to me. “I suppose I’m not the first to greet you, but happy birthday.”
I was stunned, more like dazed. I took the small parcel and slowly untied the ribbon. I was holding my breath the whole time. Inside the small box was a handmade bracelet made of thick thread. It was adorned with a transparent cube in the middle with the letter K on it. It was simple but it made my day.
“Thanks. It's perfect.”
She blushed. I extended my arms toward her and she took the bracelet. Her little hands worked magic on my hands that just the mere brushing of her skin on mine made my whole system go wild. My face was red and so was hers. Once she released my hand, that was the time I could breathe properly. However, the goose bumps still made me shiver.
“It's really beautiful.” I said, looking at her.
“I'm glad you liked it.”
I signaled the waitress again and she came to us with a small vanilla cream cake with a lighted blue candle. She placed it on the table and went off.
“What's this? You're buying yourself a birthday cake?” she sniggered.
“Nope. This day is not just mine to celebrate. Happy birthday, Arlene.”
“How did you know it was my birthday too?” she asked, her face blushing hard.
“I made a little bit of research about you. Actually, the only thing I remember is your birthday since we share the same date.”
“So you were stalking me.” she sneered.
“No, no.” I said, shaking my head violently. “It's not like that!”
Her face then turned sour. “So you weren't stalking me.”
“Anyways, never mind that. Today's our time to celebrate our birthday. And this is for you.” I handed her the cake. She blew on the candle after making a wish. I didn't know what it was and I wouldn't try asking her. Privacy issues.
“Thanks. You shouldn't have bothered.”
“It's totally okay. I'm happy.”
“Thanks. So, what did you wish for?”
“What? I shouldn't tell you what my wish is right? Or else it wouldn't come true.”
She giggled. “Silly.”
“You know, we should have met a long time ago.”
“And why is that?” her eyebrows raised,
“Well, at least we should have known each other personally for a long time.”
“I was hesitant before. But since it was your birthday then I thought that it wouldn’t hurt. However, it was unexpected that my chat mate is an idol.”
All I did was smile, to hide my guilt. “You know, if you have been worried because of appearance, then we have been wasting time. And you’re a liar on that note.”
She paused, the cup of coffee covering the lower half of her face. “Why is that?”
“You said you don’t look attractive. That's a lie. You’re…” I stopped, thinking of something worth describing her.
“I’m what?”
I smiled. “Perfect.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’re delusional. But thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Oh, sorry I need to go now. I still have class later.” She hurriedly stood.
“Really?”What a bummer. I mean the timing, not her.
“I’m really sorry. I need to go to class in 30 minutes.” She looked at her watch.
“Oh. So maybe we can spend some of the 30 minutes togetherrr-er-er, er - I mean I could bring you to school.” I sounded stupid but whatever.
“What?”
“I - I could bring you to school.”
“Do you think I can’t go to school on my own?”
“No, it’s not that.” I shook my head instantly.
She smiled. “I was just kidding, don’t be dead serious Keito. If that’s what you like, then maybe you can.”
I nodded.
After a few more minutes, she decided to go. When we went out of the shop, the most embarrassing people, er - thing happened. Nine persons stood by the door, grinning like dogs that just saw a big bone. Arlene popped from behind and looked at my band mates uninterestingly.
“So this is why you rejected us.” Yuri said, his eyebrows raised.
Daiki sniffed and looked at Arlene. “Fine, she’s cute.”
“So, aren’t you gonna introduce us Keito?” Kota asked.
“Right. Guys, this is Arlene. Arlene these are my idiotic bunch.” I earned a smack from Yuto’s palms.
“Hello.” She said.
“Yo!” they replied.
“Right. We need to go. She still has class.”
“What? You’re leaving? What if the paparazzi sees you with her?”
“I won’t care.” I shrugged and pulled her away from the others, who were left in deep intrigue.
“Why’d you leave them behind?” she asked.
“They’re old enough to fend for themselves.” She cleared her throat. “Not that I’m saying that you’re a baby.”
“Yeah, are you really gonna come with me at school?” she asked once more.
“Uhn, if it’s okay with you?”
There wasn't a single answer but I kept walking with her. She held on her purse and looked over the horizon. She stopped halfway and pointed at a large building surrounded with a couple of trees.
“That's where I study,” she softly said.
“Oh. Right, you’re leaving now.” I didn’t know but I sounded sad, or rather low. What’s the difference anyway?
“Yes. But you can stay and wait for me ‘til the end of my class.” She chuckled.
I raised my eyebrows and she scuttled into the school building. She looked back and waved at me. I waved back and she went in.
4:20 PM
Right. Crazy me had been sitting in the bench just outside the school of Arlene. I heard the distant ringing of a bell and soon, a couple of students went out. One was Arlene. She seemed baffled upon seeing me. I waved hesitantly and smiled. She came towards me and grinned.
“What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you? Heehee.” Wow, that was more stupid than Hikaru’s English.
“I was just kidding about what I said earlier.” Her face turned red.
“Oh, really. Sorry.” I mouthed.
“Nah, it’s okay. You really missed me that much, huh.” She sneered.
How’d you know? “Really… So, how’d ice cream sound?”
“Great. You’re treating?”
I nodded all too feverishly that I felt my brain bounce inside my skull. I prodded her to walk towards an ice cream cart a few meters off her school. I took a cone of cookies and cream while she had chocolate overload.
“Thanks.” She licked on her ice cream.
“Uhn, yeah.” I looked away before I could do anything else. “I know of a great place to well, celebrate our day.”
She looked at me suspiciously. “You sound like a serial killer to me.”
I grinned. “Yeah. So, are you gonna come with a serial killer like me?”
She took my hand and we were off.
A couple of minutes passed and we were at the seashore. It was a beautiful sight. The sun was just halfway across the horizon and its orange grandiosity filled the whole sea. The cool breeze gently touched my face and it seemed like a lifetime before I realized Arlene’s hand brushing mine. She looked awed at the striking magnificence of the sunset.
“It’s beautiful.” She whispered.
“Yeah, just like you.” I looked at her. She met my eyes with her brown ones, asking.
“What?”
“You’re beautiful.”
“T - Thanks. I guess.”
“I don’t know how to put this into words but -” I hesitated.
“But what?”
“I think I like you.”
“You like me. Why?” She added emphasis on the last word.
“Beats the hell out of me.”
She remained quiet. Then she sighed.
“Please don’t take this wrongly. I mean, I like you but you don’t have to like me too you know.” I hung my head.
“Stop looking down. Face me.” she demanded.
I did as I was told and looked her deeply in the eyes. “Are you angry?”
“Why would I be angry at the person I’ve been dying to meet? I don’t hate you for liking me. It’s natural. I mean, everyone goes through that stage in their lives. But just promise me not hurt my heart.”
I nodded. “WHAT???”
She giggled. “You heard me silly.”
My heart was tearing up in my chest that I could feel it swell. And yeah, I’m exaggerating things. But, but, but! “Does that mean?”
“No. You have to go through the whole process.”
“You mean courting?”
She nodded.
I smiled. “I will.”
We sat at a bench, looking over the horizon to where the sun sets into its slumber for the day. But it also would signify the beginning of a new day. Oh and yeah, happy birthday to me and her. ♥