SHOOTING STARS, h. rindou

08

CHAPTER EIGHT
unforseen confession

warning : smut

Y/N’s POV

I don't feel like myself this days.

After the agreement in their small plan, I just felt like... Everything can possibly change.

I'm now sat at my bed, leaning my head to my bed's headboard. It's already 8 in the morning, and I need to do my laundry since next day will be my graduation. I haven't picked any dress yet, so I'll gonna go run some errands in the mall and might probably bring Hayami with me.

I then got up from my bed and head to the kitchen, before cleaning this whole ass apartment, I first need to fill myself. I opened the refrigerator and got myself a box of milk. I opened the pantry beside it and picked some bread and mayo spread. After some minutes of eating, I cleaned the dishes and went to my dishwashing area.

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"Phew, done." I said to myself as I finished hanging my wet clothes to my balcony. When I was about to pick the extra hangers left, my phone rings which made me ran to my phone's direction. When I picked it up, I read the callers ID and made my eyes roll.

"Yes?" I said in a monotone voice.

[Hey, it's Ran. The band will have a show guesting as I told yesterday. But the time scheduled was changed, and we don't know why. So, the show will start in 4:30 at the afternoon. That says, you have to be in our place at 4 in the afternoon. Be sure to be there, this show guesting is so super special.]

"Okay, got it. Bye."

[Wai─] I quickly hung up the call since I have no plans to talk with any of them at the moment. As I said, I still feel like I'm not myself this days. Bet my anxiety will attack me later, fuck.

To ease my anxiety, I picked my guitar and went to my bean bag and sink myself in. I just strummed some melodies out of it just to relax myself. I'm not that good with people, specially crowds. And maybe that's why I won't fit as an artist. I easily gets panic.

But when I was in the middle of playing, my phone vibrated signifying that someone texted or what.

rin-door : 11:03 a.m.
hey

I got confused for what the fuck does he wants, except if he wants to fuck again.

y/n : 11:03 a.m.
wht??

I shortly replied and sat my guitar aside as I leaned my head to my bean bag. Another message came in.

rin-door : 11:04 a.m.
nothing, just wanna
ask if u wanna have
sum ice cream at the
park near ur place. :/

"The hell...?"

y/n : 11:04 a.m.
well.. yea sure, even
tho it's abt to rain
or smthng, im gonna
change first. ill wait
for u down. see u

I said as I shrugged myself off the bean bag and throw my phone at my bed.

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