Chapter 11
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Fly me to the moon
And let me play
Among the
Stars.
Frank Sinatra
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Soup? Check. Book? Check. Candy? Definite check... I rummaged through my bag for the third time already. Where was I going? I'm glad you asked.
Mrs. Yugi had called me early this morning. Asking me to come over. Apparently Tsukasa and the twins mother had something very special planned for today. Unfortunately, Mr. Yugi was out of town on a work trip.
Where was Amane? He was sick.
Mrs. Yugi called to ask me if I could take care of Amane for the day until they got back. Of course, I said yes.
I knocked on the wooden door of the Yugi's. Their house was fairly large. And the exterior was absolutely beautiful. I had been there before, but not since I was little. It felt like I was on my way to go babysit him.
Tsukasa opened the door and quickly left with his mother in tow. They were yelling out something about some sort of band the both of them enjoyed and said their farewells. And with that, they left.
I stepped into the house. Nothing was changed other than a few added photos to the wall. It always smelled like caramel no matter what season it was.
I made my way upstairs to where I remembered Amane's room was and peeked my head in. He was sleeping but took shallow breaths. I replaced the warm washcloth on his head with a cold one and sighed. He was definitely sick.
Only a few hours later, he woke up and scanned his eyes across the room. He was happy it was only a weekend so he didn't miss any school time. His eyes laid on my figure. "(Y/n)?" he questioned. Amane wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not.
I laid my book down onto my lap and smiled at him. "Amane! How are you feeling?" I asked him. He looked up at me as is he were delusional. His face was flushed and his breaths still looked a little forced.
"Better, I guess- what are you doing here?" He sat up from laying down and the rag on his head fell onto his shoulder. He held onto it like it was a newly engineered product.
"Your mom called and asked me to take care of you." My lips pulled up into a smile and I tilted my head cutely. "That's okay with you right? I don't want to intrude."
Amane's eyes widened as he grabbed my arm harshly. "Oh course it is! I mean, I'm sick, so someone has to take care of me." In all honesty Amane was glad his crush was there. Aside from the other day. He hasn't been able to spend any time with me. Even though he was sick, he felt like just me being here would increase his chances of me liking him.
"Ah, I'm glad! Tell me, are you hungry? My mom made you some soup but I can't guarantee how good it'll taste." I ask, reaching into my bag. Amane shook his head no and I stopped my advances. "Then what do you wanna do?"
"Movie?" He suggested. I looked to the side in contemplation before nodding my head. He hopped out of bed quickly and started his way downstairs to the living room.
"Movie." I agreed. My feet carried me to where the boy was. He was already wrapped in a thin blanket and patted the free spot next to me on the couch. I laughed at his excited gestures and took a seat. For some odd reason, he picked a scary movie.
"Whyyyyy????" I cried while hiding my face in my hands. By the time the movie would be over, I would've cried throughout it all. Amane knew I didn't like scary movies. That I was easily scared. That's the exact reason why he picked it.
"Because I like the thrill." He shrugged. Though it was not the whole truth. The movie started playing and within the first five minutes my head was already buried into his shoulder. I knew he was sick but I couldn't help it.
He chuckled lowly and patted the top of my head lightly. "You can't be watching a movie if you don't see it." He joked. I just shook my head and remained in his shoulder.
Thirty minutes into the movie and I didn't care anymore. The only thing I noticed was how he smelt. His house smells like caramel and he smells like honeysuckle. I should've paid more attention to this. Now I don't want to go away.
Amane noticed my lack of movement but knew I wasn't sleeping. He wondered if I was so engrossed with the movie that I forgot that it was scary. He swiftly opened up the blanket and placed it over our heads and wrapped it around our bodies. My face flushed at the sudden action as he pressed me up against him.
"You know..." he began. He looked at me in the eye. His own face was flushed but I could tell it was from the fever. Amane didn't mind the closeness. In fact, it's what he intended. "You smell like donuts." He laughed.
I myself started to laugh. "And you smell like a honeysuckle. What's your point?" I looked up at him with a warm smile.
He looked at me expectantly with wide eyes before looking away. "No point. Just thought you should know."
The movie continued but my mind hazed over once again. How can someone smell this good? How can someone have such beautiful eyes? How can someone be so perfect without even trying? I mean, he's the captain of his own club for heaven's sake so he's basically the president.
"(Y/n)." Amane said suddenly. I looked at him, but his eyes were still focused on the screen. I waited for him to continue. "You know I like you right?" He spoke.
His eyes never left the screen. He was too nervous to see my reaction and he hoped that the fever covered the new warmth gracing his cheeks. He held his breath and tried to catch up to what the movie was showing but he was too distracted by the sound of his own heart.
"You...like me?" I asked him. I myself was too scared to look at him now. Just a few seconds ago I was going crazy over how he smelled and now he was confessing? I had to admit though, no other confessions had made my heart run this fast. That was because I've liked no other. "How long?" I asked curiously.
I was beyond happy but I was too shy to tell him how I felt at that moment. I need to build up the courage within the next minute. I can do that right?
"About two years..." he answered after what felt like forever. Two years... Two years???? I've liked him for that long. How could I be so stupid as to not have realized after two freaking years!?
We stayed silent for another minute. Amane now stared at me intensely while I tried to look anywhere but where he was. The movie was like static in the background now. All of a sudden, his lips crashed into mine. I know he was sick, and possibly delusional, but this was a bit forward. I melted into the kiss and after a few seconds but he pulled away.
"You haven't rejected me yet. So that means you like me too right?" He asked like a lost puppy. I could practically imagine him wagging his tiny tail. What kind of dog would he be? A corgi? Maybe a Labrador.
I laughed at his eagerness and nodded my head. I was still too shy to say it. Next thing I knew, his lips crashed into my own once again. His house smelled like caramell, he smelled like honeysuckle, and he tasted like donuts. No better combination than that. The kiss started to get a little heavy. Then I stopped to think. Within the next second I parted for air and made sure he stayed back.
Amane looked at me with confusion evident in his eyes. He tilted his head in a cute manner and parted his lips ever so slightly. He needs to like...not do that.
"Amane..." I started. The movie could be heard once more and a scream caused me to jump. The boy next to me laughed. "No more... you're sick." I mentioned. It was like I didn't even remember that.
The boy mumbled under his breath. Cursing at his illness. Nonetheless he was glad he was able to confess to the girl of his dreams and have his feelings reciprocated. Then, a thought flashed through his mind.
"Wait. You have said you liked someone else during other confessions for the past two years. Have you liked me for that long? Wow I must be amazing." Amane started to compliment himself and I slapped his shoulder roughly. But we both had the same thought in our mind.
'He/she waited for me.'
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Original release date: June 15 2020
Days until authors birthday/ special chapter: 2
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