Momoshiro Takeshi//the key to my lock\\10
Recap:
It wasn't pity, it wasn't empathy, and it wasn't sympathy either. It was this...
......................................................
I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Electricity rushed through my veins and my heart beated at 200km/h as we deepened the kiss, until finally we parted for air. Somehow, I didn't want it to end, but my eyes still showed nothing of the sort. Seriously, if you didn't show any emotion for 5 whole years, that would be enough practice.
"Yes..." I breathed. He cupped his hand against my face and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. I clasped his hand in mine, and I contorted my facial muscles, trying to smile. But I couldn't get my face to listen to me as I tried to do an action I hadn't done in a long time. I guessed Momo noticed.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned.
"Oh. Nothing." Like how could I tell him i forgot how to smile? I mean, I can't go like: Hey Momo it's just that I was trying to smile but I forgot how to. God that would be soooo retarded.
He hugged me, but then--
"Ita, Ita! My back you baka!" He'd pressed too hard on my back. Bloody hell, he has the memory span of like, a GOLDFISH. It just happened this morning, how could he have forgotten?
"Ah. Gomen gomen. Daijobu deska?" He rubbed his hair sheepishly.
"Daijobu daijobu."I unstuck my shirt from my wet back. Damn, that's gonna leave a stain. Blast you Momo. More laundry.
"Hai. Let's go then." He pulled on my hand adb prepared to climb down the tree.
"Go?" I was puzzled. "Go where?"
"Well, you don't expect me to let you stay here any longer, do you?"
"W-e-ll... Maybe not... But then where can I stay?"
"My place, of course! My parents should be fine with it..."
"Nah I shouldn't impose..."
"Come on... It's really okay." He urged.
"Fine if it makes you stop." I rolled my eyes. "Then how do I explain myself? I mean, I can't just stroll up to your house and say 'hello my Dad abuses me and I have nowhere to go now, Momo's my boyfriend he asked me to stay here for awhile.' can I? Nuh-uh that's completely idiotic."
"That... I really have to agree with you. But never mind, I'll do the explain- wait. Waddya just call me?" Momo suddenly stopped, leaving me wondering if I'd said something wrong.
"My boyfriend." I answered simply.
Momo flushed a few shades of red- from light pink, to red, to darker red.
"You really wanna be my... uh... girlfriend." He whispered.
"What I said."
"YOSH!!" He punched the air. I lifted a brow and looked at him. Some boyfriend...
"Uhm... Right. Anyway, give me a sec. I'll go get my stuff." I climbed back into my room and collected my stuff in my schoolbag. Wasn't much, really. Clothes, swimming gear, stuff in that cupboard, shoes and slippers etc. God. I never jnew I owned this little. My bag isn't even HEAVY. I climbed out to meet Momo.
"That's it?" He stared at my bag.
"That's it." I affirmed. "Let's go then." I grabbed his hand and we climbed down the tree, with Momo turning red again.
It wasn't pity, it wasn't empathy, and it wasn't sympathy either. It was this...
......................................................
I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Electricity rushed through my veins and my heart beated at 200km/h as we deepened the kiss, until finally we parted for air. Somehow, I didn't want it to end, but my eyes still showed nothing of the sort. Seriously, if you didn't show any emotion for 5 whole years, that would be enough practice.
"Yes..." I breathed. He cupped his hand against my face and rubbed my cheek with his thumb. I clasped his hand in mine, and I contorted my facial muscles, trying to smile. But I couldn't get my face to listen to me as I tried to do an action I hadn't done in a long time. I guessed Momo noticed.
"What's wrong?" He asked, concerned.
"Oh. Nothing." Like how could I tell him i forgot how to smile? I mean, I can't go like: Hey Momo it's just that I was trying to smile but I forgot how to. God that would be soooo retarded.
He hugged me, but then--
"Ita, Ita! My back you baka!" He'd pressed too hard on my back. Bloody hell, he has the memory span of like, a GOLDFISH. It just happened this morning, how could he have forgotten?
"Ah. Gomen gomen. Daijobu deska?" He rubbed his hair sheepishly.
"Daijobu daijobu."I unstuck my shirt from my wet back. Damn, that's gonna leave a stain. Blast you Momo. More laundry.
"Hai. Let's go then." He pulled on my hand adb prepared to climb down the tree.
"Go?" I was puzzled. "Go where?"
"Well, you don't expect me to let you stay here any longer, do you?"
"W-e-ll... Maybe not... But then where can I stay?"
"My place, of course! My parents should be fine with it..."
"Nah I shouldn't impose..."
"Come on... It's really okay." He urged.
"Fine if it makes you stop." I rolled my eyes. "Then how do I explain myself? I mean, I can't just stroll up to your house and say 'hello my Dad abuses me and I have nowhere to go now, Momo's my boyfriend he asked me to stay here for awhile.' can I? Nuh-uh that's completely idiotic."
"That... I really have to agree with you. But never mind, I'll do the explain- wait. Waddya just call me?" Momo suddenly stopped, leaving me wondering if I'd said something wrong.
"My boyfriend." I answered simply.
Momo flushed a few shades of red- from light pink, to red, to darker red.
"You really wanna be my... uh... girlfriend." He whispered.
"What I said."
"YOSH!!" He punched the air. I lifted a brow and looked at him. Some boyfriend...
"Uhm... Right. Anyway, give me a sec. I'll go get my stuff." I climbed back into my room and collected my stuff in my schoolbag. Wasn't much, really. Clothes, swimming gear, stuff in that cupboard, shoes and slippers etc. God. I never jnew I owned this little. My bag isn't even HEAVY. I climbed out to meet Momo.
"That's it?" He stared at my bag.
"That's it." I affirmed. "Let's go then." I grabbed his hand and we climbed down the tree, with Momo turning red again.
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