The Undateable (Discontinued) ~ Takeshi x OC [Fujiwara Bittersweet]

Chapter 3: A loud house

"You don't have any allergies, do you? Oh gosh, I totally forgot!" Aya's mom exclaims as we enter their house. It's not a very big house, but it has a very warm atmosphere.

"I don't have any allergies I know of, don't worry," I answer, as I follow Aya to the couch and plop down next to her. "My feet hurt..." I softly whine.

"You've been working all those times on heels, why are you still surprised by that?" Aya notifies me, as she points down at my shoes. "You should take them off and give your feet some rest."

"But-..." I start off before realising that what I'm about to say would probably sound very weird. Though of course, cutting myself off was already being too late, as I piqued the curiosity of the family.

"But what?" Aya asks, looking at me.

"I don't want to take them off," I answer, hoping that they'll take it, even though I know they probably won't.

"I wouldn't be able to walk on them. I don't understand why you don't want to take them off," Takeshi mentions, as he grabs some cans of soda and throws one towards Aya, which she skillfully catches, and one towards me, which I manage to clumsily catch just before it hits my nose.

"Thanks," I say, as I put down the can. I decide to let it sit for a bit so it won't spray into my face due to the flight it made. Aya seems to have thought the same, as she places the can down without opening it.

"Anyways, take off your shoes," Aya says as she bends down and starts pulling on the zipper of my heel.

"Alright, alright!" I quickly insist. "I'll take them off, you'll break the zipper at this rate."

A small sigh escapes my lips as I take off my shoes, immediately being hit by the fact that my toes are the only part of my feet that reach the floor when sitting on the couch. I already miss the extra height support.

"Dinner's ready," Aya's dad calls out, just a second too late for me, as Aya and I get up from the couch.

"Wow... I never noticed you were this short..." Aya mentions, as she starts comparing the two of us. The top of my head reaches her nose, and it frustrates me to see how amused she is about it.

"Indeed are," and so also Takumi stands next to me, from which I only reach his shoulder.

"I know," I mention, a frustrated undertone in my voice. "It's why I wear heels, alright?" And with that I join Aya's parents at the dinner table.

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During dinner we chatted a little about school and work, and I had a small conversation about games with Takeshi. But soon after my phone rings and I notice a black car standing in front of the house. I sigh and take the phone, being ordered by the stern voice of my dad to come out and drive home with him.

"What were you doing there? Didn't miss Loppar make dinner for you?"

"Of course she did, dad," I answer, letting out a small sigh. "I was with Aya when it started raining, so her mother insisted I ate at their place so I didn't have to walk home through the rain."

"Miss Loppar could have picked you up."

"I know. It's just that they insisted and-"

"I'm done hearing your excuses," he suddenly says, as the car drives through the gate and onto our family property. "If you do not like eating at home, you can simply say so. In that case you can go get your own dinner in the future as well." And with that he steps out of the car and walks to the front door.

He didn't even bother to listen to me. He heard that I didn't eat at home, created his story and opinion, and got frustrated without even asking what my intentions were. He always does this, he never listens to me, and he dares do that after not even caring for an entire day where I am or whether I'm okay.

I slowly get out of the car and walk into the house, being greeted by miss Loppar once again. My father must have already gone upstairs to his bedroom or office.

"I'm sorry about your father, I really did try to explain the situation," she quickly apologizes. I might be too hard on her sometimes in my frustration at my parents, but even I notice that she really does want the best for our entire family, and I full-heartedly am grateful for that. "Your mother is waiting in the living room, she said she wanted to speak to you."

I nod and mumble a quick thank you before walking off to the living room, where an almost panicked voice greets me. "Oh dear, now what are you wearing today?! Didn't I recently buy you this adorable dress, why are you wearing this old junk?"

"A sweater and trousers..." I answer, as it's the only thing I'm capable of answering. It's the clothes I like wearing, but I can't say that since she'll be disappointed. "That new dress is in the washing machine, since I wanted to have it washed before wearing it."

"But that doesn't mean you have to wear this junk, right?" My mom asks next, looking at me as if I'm walking around with a trash bag wrapped around my body. "You have so many pretty clothes, why don't you show me that new dress? I assume it'll be done being washed now."

I only nod and hurry upstairs, grabbing the dress which I had dropped on my floor and quickly spaying some deodorant over it to -as well as I am humanly possible- copy the scent of the washing machine soap.

It's a green dress, matching the colour of my eyes. As I pull it on, it's rather tight and uncomfortable, and my upper legs feel like they're bound together by ropes. I hate these kinds of fancy dresses the most, they're immensely uncomfortable.

Even though I hate the dress myself, I start making my way downstairs, and stand back in front of my mom.

"You look gorgeous, dear!" she exclaims, looking me over. "How do you like it?"

"The colour is nice..." I mention. "But isn't it a little tight?"

"No dear, of course not. A lady should wear a dress that compliments her body, and this totally does. Why don't you wear it to school tomorrow?" I hate this question, since it means I'll have to come up with an excuse towards my friends as to why I'm wearing such clothes.

"I'll see... I don't want it getting dirty or ripping," I try getting myself out of it.

"Oh, yes. Of course," she gladly agrees. "Well then, why don't you go upstairs to do your homework? You've spent enough time doing nothing at your friend's place, haven't you?"

"Yes," I agree, simply to not get into trouble. "I will."

I walk upstairs and to my room, as I notice how my dad walks downstairs, already preparing as I close the door of my room.

Before the chaos breaks loose. They're fighting, as always, and the screaming is louder than any I've ever heard. I usually feel lonely in this big house all on my own, but when the both of them are home, I wish for that loneliness. They're sneering comments and accusations of the others are audible loud and clearly in my room, and even my headphones can't fix the feeling that has been building up ever since I got home. The sound is gone, but their voices echo through my head.

This situation, it always seems to be my fault, and it slowly makes me want to disappear every time again.