~Len's POV~

It's been ten years since Oliver left overseas. Yes, I've thought about him ever since kindergarten. No, I haven't forgot about our promise.

It may seem a bit weird and all, but I totally, one hundred percent, believe that Oliver will come back and we'll get married. If we're old enough, that is.

I could never betray Oliver. I got confessed to a few times by some girls at school, but I bluntly rejected them. Of course, my heart belongs to Oliver, and only him. Sometimes I daydream about what he'll look like when he gets back, and I imagine he'll be super hot. Either that, or insanely adorable.

I sighed, slipping my hands in the pockets of my jeans as I walked down the sidewalk to my house. Well, our house to be more precise. All the Vocaloids shared a mansion, that way we were all together. However, you had to earn your way to become a Vocaloid.

Today, we were going to meet a new Vocaloid who was an English singer. I was excited, since we don't get many newcomers that often. Everyone was gathered in the living room, waiting.

"I wonder what he'll be like...?" Miku asked, whispering to Luka.

"He?" Fukase asked, a bit confused. I guess he never got the news that the Vocaloid was gonna be a boy.

"Yeah, he," Miku repeated, rolling her eyes as she continued to whisper with Luka.

I took my seat next to Rin, regretting it the second she clung onto my arm and opened her mouth. "Will you—?"

I cut her off before she even got the chance to finish. I knew where this was going. Any time a new—and specifically male—Vocaloid joins, Rin is always the first one to ask if I'll take an interest in him. Like that.

"No," I replied, like always. "I told you I already like someone."

"Len, he's gone. You don't know when he's coming back. Get over him." I knew who she was talking about. She was the only one I told about my crush on Oliver, but I don't even know why I trusted her with such precious information. I slipped up, okay?

"I can't," I spat, narrowing my eyes at her as I crossed my arms. "I know he's coming back. I can feel it."

Apparently, Piko had been listening in to our conversation, and thought it'd be a good idea to say, "Yeah, with your dick," even though he had no idea who I was talking about.

"Shut up, Piko," I snarled back at his comment. I wasn't ready to put up with all this. Not now.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang and everyone's eyes shot toward the door.

"I'll get it!" Gumi shouted, shooting up out of her seat and running to get the door. Slowly, she opened it, and a short British boy stepped in.

Subconsciously, the tears fell. It was the same as last time. I couldn't stop crying. Everyone looked at me with such confused expressions, but they didn't understand.

I knew what Rin was thinking. She was probably just as shocked as I was. She hesitantly glanced over at me with an apologetic stare as she watched the tears drip down my chin.

I glanced over at Miku, whose eyes went wide. She knew as well. Not about how I was head-over-heels in love with the new Vocaloid, a boy I'd known since kindergarten, but that he was in her class. So was I. She had the same reaction when I became a Vocaloid. I knew something was up with her when I aged, and she didn't. Vocaloids don't age! That means I'll get to spend the rest of forever with that adorable British boy who just walked in!

"Oliver?!" I shot up out of my seat, still crying.

Oliver looked at me with just as much shock and confusion as the rest of the Vocaloids had. "L-Len?!"

I grinned in an awkwardly happy and yet sad way at the same time. He responded with a sad smile.

"Why are you...?" I asked, rushing over to him and placing my hands on his shoulders, which inevitably made him flinch. I'm sure people haven't touched him so roughly before, but I just couldn't believe that he was here!

"W-well isn't it obvious...?" He grinned adorably like the goof that he was, and apparently still is. "I-I'm a Vocaloid now!"

Everyone in the room clapped simultaneously. It was a traditional thing that we did when a new Vocaloid was introduced.

"I'm Oliver! Nice to meet you all!" Oliver turned his head to face everyone else, but I didn't let go of his shoulders as I kept staring at him in shock. I should have known that he was the new Vocaloid when he stepped in the front door, but I didn't even get flustered at my slip up like I usually do.

I let go of Oliver's shoulders for a moment, just so I could tug on the sleeve of his shirt. "C'mere for a second." I dragged him off to the guest room, which was now his room. I purposely showed him the empty room that was right next to mine.

"You...remember our promise, right?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to sound too...needy.

Oliver tilted his head to the side, looking utterly confused. "Pro...mise...? What promise...?"

I could feel my heart shatter into a million pieces inside my chest. Of course he wouldn't remember a promise two immature six year olds made ten years ago. With whatever's been happening overseas for him, it must've been hard to remember something that long ago.

"Oh," I sputtered out. "Of course...." I let out an awkward, disappointed chuckle. Oliver gave me a concerned look.

"Hey, it's okay Len." He patted my head, ruffling my hair, just like I used to do to him. "I remember, alright?" He smiled. "I'm still not old enough though." He averted his eyes, and I could see his embarrassment. I burst out laughing, all thoughts disappointment leaving my mind.

"Oliver, you're so mean!" I shook my fists slightly out of playful anger. We both laughed.

"Sorry, sorry!" Oliver held up his hands in defense. "Hey Len?" He looked down at his hands, fumbling around with his fingers out of what seemed to be either embarrassment or nervousness.

I tilted my head, confused as to why he got so uncomfortable once again. I was honestly, utterly, and wholly concerned. What made him so nervous all of a sudden? "Yeah?" I cautiously continued the conversation, my speaking getting slower.

What he said wasn't what I was expecting at all.

"I'm home."