Fikush-ON!

Ch. 7: Teatime At Park

It's been couple of weeks since the high school started. Every day, after the classes ended, we headed to the school's basement to spend some time. Sometimes, my brother and his friends were so noble, that they let us to have the club room to ourselves for the day. This time was the same. I opened the room's door, noticing Tadaaki and Ichiro sitting on a couch. Both had cups of steaming coffee in their hands, and Ichiro was reading the Founder's notebook.

"Hey, what took you so long?" Tadaaki asked.

I showed him the guitar case I was carrying. "I went to borrow this from the music classroom."

I laid the guitar case against the wall, and walked over to the kitchen area to get myself a cup of coffee. However, as I was about to carry it over to the couch, I felt my phone ringing in my pocket. Hirasawa was calling me. I haven't visited her since the graduation party, but I've kept in contact with her through the phone. For example, couple of days ago she told me about how her sister found her way into some music club. I glanced at my friends, who currently were talking about one of the recipes in Founder's notebook. I decided to stay in the kitchen area to answer the call.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hi, how are you doing?" Hirasawa asked, her tone being as friendly as ever.

"Just fine, actually. I'm currently at the club room," I said, and took a sip out of my coffee.

"Nice to hear. It was a Coffee Club, right?" she asked.

I nodded to myself. "Yup. Ever heard of Moccachino? It rocks, I tell you!"

I heard her giggling at my overenthusiasm. "By the way, I haven't seen you in a while. Would you like to do something tomorrow?"

She was right, we haven't met in some time. And tomorrow was Saturday. Well, it wouldn't hurt to hang out with her.

"Sure, sounds good. I'll call you tomorrow at noon."

"Alright, then! See you tomorrow, bye!" she said, and ended the call.

I kept staring at my phone for a few seconds, until I slipped it back into my pocket and sipped my coffee. I brought it over to the coffee table, where I set it down, and walked to the guitar case. I laid it on the floor, opening the latches, and taking out the steel string acoustic guitar it was carrying. It was a bit worn, but it still worked, which was the only thing I cared about. I sat on the couch, made sure the guitar was in tune, and started playing. The song was simple, but it still sounded good. To my ear, at least. My friends kept quiet during my playing, so maybe they thought so too.

The song was soon over, the silence following it feeling rather empty. However, Ichiro remembered something, and started digging his bag.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I brought that movie I told you guys about."

We spent the afternoon watching some generic 80's movie about some street punk, who happens to find a letter signed by the government and uncovers a major fraud in the process. To be honest, it was actually pretty good. The club room was already filled with stuff from 80's and 90's; movies, music, games, you name it. So, we decided to respect it, and spend our time with stuff from the past millennium. So far it's been nothing but awesome.

Soon, it was Saturday. I was staring at my ceiling with half-open eyes, having just woken up. I laid there for a while, and finally got up. I threw some pants on, and moseyed down the stairs. The first thing to caught my attention was a group of girls sitting in the living room. Ah, my sister has some friends over.

"Morning," I muttered to her, heading to the kitchen.

My sister turned around to glare at me, seemingly annoyed. "Morning? It's already noon, just so you know."