It was just plain vanilla bean, the cake I had bought for my new acquaintance. Maria- sama is not going to love it but hay I'm broke. It was around twelve when I realized that the cake did not have the filling I had asked for. Oh well I thought at least I can tell him something happened to it. I looked around and hurriedly dropped the cake over the tiny bridge. I heard a "thunk" as it hit an obstruction. I slowly peered over the ledge.
Of all the people in the world, why did I drop my cake on (what could be) one of the most drop dead gorgeous guys? "I-I'm so sorry sir! Here let me help you
" I tried to go down and around to be at his level in the dry ditch. When I came over, he was taller than I had thought, and had less cake on him. His white tank and blue sweatshirt were plastered in white icing. It was actually quite funny. At the time I sort of giggled, but I quickly cleared my throat and offered" Here let's go to my place. I live in those apartments. "He looked at them for a moment, and then seemingly nodded.
"Great! Again I am so sorry that I-"
He wiped off a bit off the icing and stuck it in my mouth. Talk about a silent charm.
The cake came off easier when we just scraped it off with spoons. This boy was awfully quiet during the whole process. When I tried to get a spot off of his cheek he just sat there, emotionally stoned. It almost as if he didn't want to talk to me at all. He must have been really angry. I kept apologizing.
"I'm so so sorry. I didn't know what came over me I just
.. I am so s-"
He put his hands up defensively. Oh, I get it. He's saying it was okay. His dark hair and tanned skin were really handsome, but I worried about how quiet he was. I tried to get him to say something.
my name's _______. What's yours? "
"That's an interesting name. I like it."
He stood up and stretched his long arms, like he was going to bed. He simply sat there again and stared. I rapidly got him a change of clothes from my father's room, and shoved them into his hands. "Here," I spoke. "This was the best I could get." He looked at them and shrugged, stepping into the bathroom to change. "Feel free to take a shower!" I yelled through the door. A few seconds later I heard the water hitting the bottom of our shower stall, and a large foot stepping in it.
Good, he can listen. Can he at least try to talk more?
I pouted silently reading a teenage pop star magazine and laughed to myself. I was caring for a stranger and he was using my shower. Dad was going to be pissed off. I read about the Kardashians and Miley Cyrus' new drug addiction. Boring. All rich people were boring. They never cared about people like me: normal and hardworking. I'd do what it takes to make a point of my feelings with the next rich dude I meet. My thoughts were interrupted when Mori stepped out of the bathroom only wearing a pink fluffy towel. I turned to look at him and immediately cracked up. He smiled back and blushed defeated by my cackles reverberating through the little apartment. He finally broke through my laughter "Can I use the men's soap in the blue bottle?" It was his first full sentence, so of course it was fine.
He was weird. Extremely quiet and yet, I felt as if I could read him like an open book. He seemed way too familiar
I needed to make sure that my hypothesis was right though. When he emerged again he was wearing something more than a pink towel. The shirt was a nice old rock band shirt and the jeans seemed to fit perfectly. My dad liked to keep it fresh, so he didn't care if I gave his old clothes away. I'd make up a lie if he had any objections.
"Thanks." He said.
I was surprised by his little word." Oh, it's nothing. You can keep the clothes and when you're ready you may leave. I actually have to go right now: I'm late for a party. "I scooped up my bag and an envelope of money (a gift that was suitable for Maria.)
He asked, "What is your name?" I smiled and slipped through the door.
"Pleasured to meet you, Mori. Hope you have a nice day and safe travels, no cakes included."
I shut the door and paused outside of the door. Mori huh? He seemed sweet. Stern and under spoken, sure, but deep down he seemed nice. He looked out the window and down at a ticket that was in his old jeans. He smiled and shoved it back into his new jeans, content he missed something worth ¥50555.
Returning home late is always trouble, mainly because the landlord is awake and nags me about how my day was, what I'm wearing, and every little thing necessary. Today though, she hid in her little hole of a home and minded to herself. I personally was gleeful to know I didn't need to tell her how I felt about the peaches from the community tree. I carefully tip toed up the steps to our room and unlocked the door. I threw my bags down and went into my room. I pulled out a pink and black silk dress for bed. It wasn't the kind that you wear to be sexy. It was a Greek style cascading pink into black and flow like a wind of an exotic bird. I loved to wear it when I could, and I felt especially happy. I fluttered to the kitchen and pulled out my secret stash of coffee. It was decaf, but it was my treat with chocolate when I just felt like some bitter sweet midnight snacks.
As I opened the little cabinet where I kept my special foods, I heard a rustle. I swiveled around and squealed, nearly waking up the entire apartment complex. Mori stood behind me, groggily reaching for something on the top level. He leaned in, pinning me close to the counter. He looked down and smiled, backing away with my chocolates. He said nothing, but gave them to me. If he hadn't had been there, I'd hurt myself trying to get to those. That was very sweet of him, but I was freaked out at the time.
"Mori! What are you doing here?"
He held up a slip, which appeared to be a train ticket, and after observing it, it was supposed to be used today. I froze and exploded in red. "Let me guess
I did that didn't I?" He nodded and patted my head. I frowned and bowed. "Yeah
I'm not really good am I?" He shook his head and looked at me with his breathless grey blue eyes. He leaned in and kissed my forehead, moving the hair out of the way so it was clean. I looked up at him and felt my cheeks turn pink. I stuttered a little, than finally decided moving away would be the best way to cope with this feeling.
I moved to go make the coffee, but he seemed to not want that at all. Instead he hugged me, wrapping his long arms around me, nearly lifting me off the ground. He was warm and strong, like the walls of a home. I was so shy normally, and I was afraid to do anything in this situation. I wanted to hug him back, but all this jumbled mess of feelings concealed the idea. I just let him hug me, innocently and knowing it would go no farther. He was a stranger and I'm sure he knew it wasn't right. When he did let go, he allowed me to mill about to make us a drink and snack. All I had was instant coffee, but it was my favorite kind: an Italian roast with a hint of hazelnut. It was quite the pairing, and without the caffeine, it made a lovely snack.
Finishing the final touches, Mori went over to the lights and flipped them on. He was still in my dad's clothes
but he wore boxers. They were big ones, more like shorts, so I didn't fret. I felt a little sheepish in my nightgown though, my bra straps showing and sliding off time to time. He didn't seem to care either, so I just fixed them when I needed to, sipping on my coffee and chewing on chocolate. He was silent but I struck up a conversation amidst his stone cold mode. I talked about the party, my friends and my hobby, knitting. I knitted cute things, like bunnies, cupcakes, sweets, and other tiny things that I could use in daily life. I didn't overdo it though; I wasn't a crazy lady with needles. I sewed and knitted more to make a profit, as I own a little online shop. It's a fun relaxation tool, and I did it when I had time. I brought him out some earmuffs I had made. I had sewn some petite pink bunnies on a normal pair of fluffy ear muffs. I stood on my tiptoes to get it on him, but he looked funny afterwards so it was worth it.
"______" Mori said finally." Can I have these?" I was surprised, mainly because he didn't look like he would need a pair. It was the middle of the summer, a hot time down here. I personally loved it, but it might get cold for him.
"Sure, Mori: knock yourself out." I patted his head and walked to put the dishes in the sink. I yawned and stretched, covering my mouth. My socks, which I had made, were so comfy, and the strawberries were new, so they looked especially cute. I had made interchangeable slippers; I could change the item on them at my own will, with a spectrum of dinosaurs to hearts. It caught his eye and made him bend down to take a better gander. His head was the same height as my shoulders now. I couldn't help but pat the back of his head, which I would soon regret. He fell and hit the ground with a thud. I frolicked about, making sure he was ok. "Oh my god, Mori, I'm so sorry!" I knelt down with him and tried to help him up. He pointed to his neck and whispered softly "It's ok. It's a sensitive spot." I stood still as he got up and smiled, a couple little droplets coming from my eye.
"Oh, thank god! I was worried I just freaked you out!" I laughed to myself as he stood and sauntered over to the couch. He plopped down and looked up, hands behind his head. His face glowed and he seemed to want something
by now I bet he wanted to leave. I flicked the lights off and went to my room, preparing for slumber with a little knitting. I had a little blue cup of coffee I was working on, and it turned out great so far. I finished knitting the blue part when Mori knocked on the door, coming in without hesitation. He just waltzed in with his pillow in hand, a blanket trailing behind, like a cape.
"Can I sleep at the end?" He pointed to the ground next to my bed at the end. I was cautious about him
he was a stranger and I shouldn't trust him, but before that processed, I blurred out "Sure." He nodded and flung his pillow down, made it comfy, and appeared to feel at ease. I finally decided to continue tomorrow and switched the lamp off. I hid under my sheets and hugged to my blue and green bear, Kiki. I had her since I was little and she was the first thing I had ever sewn. Of course I made modifications and other sorts of changes to it, but it was all the same materiel. Finally, I dozed off and fell asleep, Kiki in my arms.
In the wee hours of the morning, I felt something warm next to me. It was soft and surely not something I had made. I cracked my eyes to see Mori sleeping next to me, his hands holding me in a tight embrace. I was about to get away, but realized I'd wake him. That was the last thing I wanted to do, knowing it would cause a world of hurt. I just stayed motionless, trying not to do much. I moved my hands and hugged him like Kiki. It felt so much better to have a person next to me, someone I could look up to. Dad never did that for me, and I liked this rare occasion. I fell back into a deep slumber in his fortress, and I wasn't so happy later, being left without such a word.
When I did awake that was the scene. My arms were empty, the warmth had disappeared. I heard footsteps and the slamming of a door. I knew the truth: he was a stranger hoping to capture me in the moment and let me go softly. I care; I figured it would always be like that fake love. I sauntered to the island in our mini kitchen and rubbed my eyes, looking down at the note he left.
I'm sorry this visit was short lived. I have left my contact #'S here. If you would like, you may call me and we can schedule a real date.
P.S. You smell like strawberry short cake.
I threw my fist through the wall, slowly removing it from the hole I had made. Why was I so easily attached to things? It was like my pulled was being pulled and released every few minutes. I felt hot tears sting my face, dropping onto the plastic floor. I didn't like him
he was just another guy right? So why was I crying? Did I selfishly want him to be different? There was no way I-
I looked up and noticed the bunny earmuffs on the coffee table next to the couch. That would be my ticket. I'd finally run after him like a dog let loose. He pulled my chain, now he has to lead it.
I ran my heart out under that ultramarine sky, not a cloud touched a deep blue as that. I got on my bike and rode down to the train station. He must have been changing his ticket by now, getting ready to board the train and go god knows where.
I dashed through the lines, racing to all of the gates. I tried to remember the ticket. I imagined last night when he held it out
Hokkaido. The next train left in 3 minutes. I jumped over the gate and madly jogged to gate 6, trying to go as fast as my legs could bear. I ripped down the little peninsula and watched the train jolt, begging to come my way. I sprinted down trying to get to the driver and yell stop. It was too late, as the train quickly sped through and disappeared.
I felt my hands trembling grip loosen on the earmuffs. I had clenched them all the while pursuing to catch the train. Who knows
maybe I was right before. Maybe he wasn't different. I carefully unfolded the note he gave me and dialed his cell. After many rings, he picked up.
"Oh. ____, where are you?"
"At Gate 4 at the train station."
He drew silent and finally uttered the words "Turn around."
I felt my breath leave as I turned around to see Mori leaning up against an old soda machine. I felt my face flush and my heart thump. He was here? But how?
"H-how did you
"My ticket's for 12:45. It's 11. "He pointed to his watch and smiled. I stood, lost in a sea of mixed emotion. I couldn't tell whether to be happy or sad. I decided to run on instinct for a second, letting on teardrop grace my cheek. I smiled, hoping he wasn't just lying. I looked at my hand, and hid the earmuffs. He caught me trying to hide it and grinned. I blushed and brought them out.
"Y-you forgot this
" I held them out and looked away, hiding my red face. He blinked then pushed them back.
"Put them on me." I looked back confused. I followed his direction anyway, slowly putting them on. He looked up, the earmuffs making me giggle. He looked so silly. He looked so
wonderful. Mori cradled my face in his tender hand, pulling me a little closer with the other. I looked into his grey eyes, which only reflected mine. I shut my eyes and leaned in a little closer, feeling him use my breath as fuel. He tilted his head and kissed me, his lips were a soft cradle to my dry, thin lips. He pulled away, keeping his head still close to mine, continuing to hold my face. I placed my hands on his earmuffs, pulling them down onto his neck, the bunnies smiling. I looked up to him as he stood up right, his size like a gentle giant. I hugged him; my face nestled in his tummy.
is it bad for me to feel like I love you?"
He patted my head and assured me. "If it's bad, I guess we both are in trouble." He closed his eyes," Because I might, too."
I felt the clocks around me stop ticking, the movement ceasing for this one moment.
he was different
Thank the almighty god he was.