<Marble Phone>

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Akise-kun's POV

I paced my room back and forth, running a hand through my hair every time I stopped. I held my phone in the other hand, staring at it like it might catch on fire or turn into ice.

Why is it so hard? I'm sure he wouldn't mind..

I plopped onto my bed and stared at the ceiling, with my phone hovering over my face. My thumb paused right before the keyboard. I just didn't know what to say. If I send a simple hey, he's sure to think I'm dull, but if I put a smiley face, he's sure to think I'm soft.

This is way too complicated. I set my phone down and sat on the floor. Right as I made contact with the floor my phone buzzed and internally screaming, I bolted up to get it, snapping it open so hard it almost broke.

Text Message Thread:

Akise: Hey (:

4 minutes later he replied. I paced around the room staring at the message he sent. I swear it's not as creepy as it sounds.

Yukki: Hey :)

A: What's up?

Y: Nothing much, staring at my homework, wbu?

A: Lol same

A: I was wondering if we should start the history project?

Y: Yeah that sounds good, do you mean like now?

A: If you could?

Y: Yeah

Y: my mom isn't home

A: Okay

A: I'll be there in around 20 mins (:

Wow, that went better than expected and shorter... I was sure he was going to say let's work on it tomorrow. I feel so sensitive.. it's gross.

I jumped up from bed, my mood instantly jumped from worried to a warm feeling I couldn't quite explain. I couldn't believe I was overthinking it so much. I thought as I stared at my closed closet. He obviously doesn't hate me, he doesn't know who I am, he barely knows me.

I opened my closet and picked a random shirt. It happened to be clean and grey. I sure do have a lot of grey clothing.. I tossed that shirt onto the floor and picked a black one instead. I have such monochrome clothing.. Ah whatever.

As I walked out of my room, I fixed my hair though no matter what I would do to it, it stayed the same.

At the door I put my shoes on and I walked into the bright sunlight. Today, I didn't mind the bright sun as I was happy to be able to say I was going to see my beloved Yukiteru.

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Yukiteru POV

4:47 P.M.

Holy moley, Akise is coming in! There's no reason to panic, right? He's just a cool guy and I'm incredibly lame, not to mention a little wuss..

I stared at my room, making sure it wasn't dirty. I'm sure he wouldn't mind either way.. He seems not to care that I'm too awkward. And never know what to say. He's seems like the type of guy that tolerates everyone.

He was mad though today, maybe it was because of you.. Maybe he knows what you did..

No, shut up! He barely knows me. He couldn't possibly think that! I mean he did text me he was coming over to work on the project. He has to like me to some degree..

If that makes you feel better than sure.

I screamed in frustration. I really hope no one outside heard that. Ever since that incident I find myself arguing with myself. My counselor said it was PTSD and that I argue with my consciousness. I don't even know what that means.

I sat down on my bed and tried to relax. I was just working myself over up nothing. There's nothing to worry about. Everything is going to go just dandy with me and Akise.

My heartbeat was starting to rise just from thinking about Akise. He was my first friend to come over and I didn't want him to think I was too weird or something.

My breathing began to normalize once I made sure that my whole house was clean. Pacing around for the last time I was a 100% sure that my house was spotless. I could never get it as spotless as mom does, but it was close enough.

I sat at the stairs, staring at the front door, waiting for Akise to show up.

The doorbell rang exactly three minutes after I sat down. I immediately jumped up, opening the door while Akise opened the gate. When he saw me, the corner of his mouth turned up a little.

"Hey Yukiteru-kun." He voice sounded a bit winded.

"Hey Akise-kun, come in." I walked up the steps and opened the door, gesturing for him to come in first.

"Thank you for letting me come." His lips held a small smile. He had an intense but easy going stare. Is he really someone I could trust..

"Oh no problem. Honestly, you can come whenever." Why did I say that?

"Oh really? Your mom wouldn't mind?"

"Oh no, she has a good job in Osaka, so she only comes by when she can." I explained as we walked to the kitchen. "Want something to drink?" I rummaged around the surprisingly full refrigerator only to find two bottles of peach water. "I only have peach water.."

"That's great. Peach water is my favorite." He smiled as he took the bottle from my hand.

"Really? It's my favorite too." I chuckled slightly and turned to leave towards my room. I hope he isn't annoyed..

He followed behind me. "So you basically live alone in this big house?"

"Yeah. My mom works long hours so she doesn't find the two hour train drive worth it and got an apartment in Osaka instead. Don't worry though. I call her every morning so it's not that bad."

He chuckled and I turned to see his warm face. We were in front of the door leading to my room. "That's cool that you have a good relationship with your mom. Nice door."

Oh jeez.. I blushed as I opened my door and muttered. "It gets worse.."