『Day Seven』

Day Seven

I heard a knocking on my front door so I quickly sprinted to get there. I knew it was Tomohisa. I took one final glance at my room before I went to open the door. It was clean enough. I did that lazy man thing where I shoved most of my junk in my closet. I am not the only one right?

I opened the door slowly, and Tomo's smiling face was in front of me.

"Hey Sono, I bought some custard buns for us." He held out the white plastic bag.

"Thank you! Come in." I escorted him inside, and he took off his shoes. He was pretty polite even around me. I normally stroll in with my shoes, and my parents would give me a lecture about it.

"You have a nice place." He looks around.

"It isn't me. My parents are the decor gods. I am just me." I shrugged.

"Yes, but I'm sure you inspired them to decorate this house." He smiles.

"Possibly. Do you want a drink?"

"Sure." He smiles. "What do you have?"

"Water, soda, tea. You name it."

"Tea would be good. It will go well with the custard buns."

"Okay!" I walked to the kitchen to fetch him a cup of tea, and a plate for the buns. I felt a heavy aura around me. Today is day seven already. Time is flying by like no tomorrow. It makes me sad.

I walked over to him, and he thanks me. "Sit." He says. I sat next to him, and turned on the television. Some cartoon was playing. We both weren't interested in it whatsoever, but it served as good background noise.

"Tell me about your childhood." I decided to ask. Might as well milk the information outta him while I still can.

He looked down at the bag. He didn't seem to favor the subject much. "My childhood was alright."

"You sure?"

"It wasn't ideal."

"Tell me. I won't judge."

"My parents wanted me to be a certain way. I couldn't fulfill their wishes at the time." He rubs his palms together. "They wanted me to be the son they wanted. They wanted me to be strong, and do some martial arts class, but I didn't want to. Everyday they lectured me about the same thing. The lectures, and verbal abuse made me closed off from the world."

I didn't know what to say. I thought his childhood was going to be crystal perfect, but in all reality, mine was even better.

"Eventually I got a job at some supermarket, saved up, and moved away from my parents. They eventually found out, and forced me back into the house." He looks away. "I'm not too comfortable with discussing further more since it is just depressing." He lets out a big sigh.

"Aren't you at least happy with how popular you've became?"

"No."

"Ah.."

"Can I be honest Sono?" He looks up at me with dark eyes.

"Sure." I nodded.

"I lied about Shizuka. I didn't love her as much really. She was just like any other girl. The only reason I favored her above the rest is because...she has been the closest to me by far, and she stayed loyal in keeping secrets."

I didn't know how to feel. In a way I was relived because it meant she wasn't his ideal, and that she was like any other girl. At the same time, he was closest to her over everyone. There was no way I could beat that.

"You're the first I told this to." He smiles.

"I am? Why?"

"You asked."

"I didn't ask about the secret." I chuckled.

He blinks, and looks away. "Well I decided to tell you since you actually seem to be interested in my personal life."

"Of course. Isn't that what a relationship should be?" I smiled. I knew I had no knowledge, but it felt like common sense.

"It is. You're very different. I like it." He chuckles. "Have a sweet bun." He places one on the plate, and hands it to me.

"Thank you." I took one, and sunk my teeth into it. It tasted just as sweet as the savory appearance it had. "It's good!"

"Glad you think so. I enjoy making them."

"But you told me you bought them."

His face looked a bit shy. "I tend to say that because baking is kinda girly."

"No it's not! I make cookies with my mom all the time!"

"Hahaha!" He starts bursting out in laughter. "I can imagine you in a pink apron!"

"I don't wear that." I pouted.

"With a little bun on your head." He snickers.

"Shut up you dork!" I laughed. Tomo had a decent sense of humor. Wasn't expecting that in a beautiful guy. Normally they are boring as can be.

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We ended up playing video games for the rest of the afternoon. I taught him techniques to get better at the game. I knew he wasn't particularly interested in video games, but he sure did put full effort, and I enjoyed it.

"You're really good." He chuckles.

"My life is gaming. I know it sounds so lame." I sighed.

"It just sounds like a typical guy thing that's all. Nothing wrong with that."

"Do you like games...to this extent?" I asked like the dork I am.

"Not really. I never really enjoyed video games." He plays with his thumbs, rubbing them together. "I was never good with them. I guess I just got games hoping that I will improve, but it just isn't my thing." He laughs.

"I hope I didn't bore you with games!" I exclaimed.

"Not at all. It is kinda fun when playing with another. I normally play alone so it's boring."

"I enjoy playing alone. I guess because I don't have many friends." I frowned.

"It's okay. Life isn't about the quantity of friends. It's the quality."

"I know, but I don't even have a friend. I always get picked on." I felt so low admitting to my misfortune.

"I don't see you any different. I am your friend."

"For now."

"Who knows."

My head jolted up, and looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"Nothing." He resumes playing.

I felt too nervous to ask him again. I always have a fear he will hate me for being too nosy. It wasn't a good look for me anyways. I shall just keep my mouth shut.

"Are you okay?" His eyes skimmed to me.

"Yeah. I just sometimes wonder on the things you say."

"Maybe we can still be friends after this." He smiles.

I hated to admit it, but the sound of that didn't sit well with me. I wanted more. I am really starting to like this guy. I really like him. Is it disgusting? Am I disgusting? Is he liking me too? Does that also make him disgusting?

"Yeah." I muttered. "Do you think it is wrong for two men to like each other?"

He stays quiet for a couple seconds. "It's neither wrong nor right. It's what you make of it."

"I guess you may be right."

"I don't think I'm the one you should love or invest your time in loving. Trust me."

"Why not?"

"I'm not as genuine as I seem. You're the first I told that to."

"Why?"

"Because you are a guy."

"And?"

"Guys don't care much about that stuff." He looks away. "Men are emotionless most of the time. It's sad."

"I am not. If anything, I am too emotional for my own containment." I blushed.

"But that is what makes you different."

"Most people make fun of me because of it." I fiddled my thumbs.

"They are silly. Men are silly." He sighs with a small smile.

"We can be."

"Yeah we..." His voice drifted.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing big. No worries Sono. I just didn't sleep well last night."

"How come?"

"My mother talked to me an-"

"I want to meet them! Can I?" I interrupted. I knew the more he spoke of them, the more upset he would be. I didn't like seeing Tomo in distress.

"Ah...sure." He seemed hesitant, but agreed anyways. Tomo is sweet.

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Unfortunately the night had to come to an end when he had to head home. He gets up, and stretches out his body. "Man, that was fun. Thanks for showing me your game collection." He smiles.

"No problem! Hopefully we can play again sometime!"

He smiles warmly at me, and nods. "Of course we will."

Tomo is a fool. He won't even acknowledge me after this whole ten days is over. Why does he lead me on like this?

"I'll let you out." I got up, and made my way towards the door. Tomo followed after me. I opened the door, and he steps out. I wished he would of hugged me or shook my hand, but he just waved, and left. I expected that by now.

I felt my phone vibrate. It was a text from Tomo. My face lit up. I knew I had only saw him a few seconds ago, but seeing his name pop up on my phone still got me going.

Tomo: I had fun, thanks.

Sono: Me too! Can't wait to meet your parents! When can I?

Tomo: Tomorrow if you want.

Sono: Sure! So soon though.

Tomo: Prepare, they will like you. Just please keep it a secret that you are my boyfriend. My parents will freak.

Sono: I understand. Mine would too sadly.

Tomo: Does it bother you?

Sono: Nope. If we are not staying together, I don't see why it will bother me.

Tomo didn't reply instantly as he would  of just now. I knew what I said was a bit harsh, but he was really the harsh one at the end of the day.

Tomo: Good. See you tomorrow.

Sono: Night night.

Tomo: Night.

Tomo is such a hard guy to read. I can't tell if he likes me, or is annoyed by me. I sometimes just want to know what will happen. I wanted to finalize any type of connections or separations, but he doesn't seem to want to disclose that to me. It made me sad.

I went to my room, and laid down on my bed. We've been together for a week now. Only three more days of bliss. The thought always almost break me into tears, but I didn't want to cry. I wanted to be strong like all the other guys.

However I am different from other guys. I like a guy. I could only imagine how I would get made fun of if the news leaked. Then again, it is with Tomo. I would be showing off. Then again Tomo might get so much crap about being with someone as foul as me. In conclusion, the whole thing would be pretty pointless.

I sighed, and looked up at the ceiling. It's sad. Only three more days of you Tomohisa.

To Be Continued