A Rp With My Friend

Day three..

Woah... why the heck do i feel... what is this feeling? But this is going to be an awkward, and i do mean very awkward day!
"Ehem? Thank you?" Yumi just sorta thinks. What the fudge am i going to say to him. Sorry to just drop in like this? NO! That is really weird. Sorry for being a clutz. Oh well. I am going to have to say something.
"Sorry, i did not mean to fall into you. It was one of those stupid idiot jocks running to class again... Excuse me? Am i being ignored? Well i need to go. Once again sorry."
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"No, no, you are fine-" Page went after her, driven both by concern and by the fact that he'd just realised that his CRUSH had been IN HIS ARMS- albeit just for a second. His sketchbook had fallen to the floor and his pencils rolled away, but for this moment, that was fine. He had to pursue this. Yumi, whether she realised what she was doing to him or not, had walked away just before Page's head had reached the "dream interactions with my crush" euphoria.
"You are- alright, aren't you?" Page wasn't aware of this, but despite his rather homely face, he had just about the softest and most soulful, kind pair of hazel eyes anyone had ever seen. They glistened now, indiscreet mirrors reflecting the depth of his worry, and spoke volumes.
Stopping just short of "I look you up on Facebook," thank God.
He reached out and touched her shoulder, wanting her to know that she hadn't been a bother. "Yumi- that's your name, isn't it? You're okay, aren't you?"
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"Hmm....yeah. This is just my normal average everyday life. So i am completely use to it." Yumi pulls a strand of hair out of her face, and tuck it neatly behind her ear. Way to go. Can't really be social can you yumi!
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"Oh, uh... That must be a challenge and a half..." Page brushed aside his own lengthening hair. He tripped ahead in the conversation- "Just out of curiosity, do you have a Facebook?"
OH NO NO NO WHY WHY WHY DID YOU DO THAT PAGE WHY OH MY OH MY OH NO OH GOD OH WHY. He could feel himself get so red in the face, he thought he might literally be on fire. His mouth was too dry to speak; he just stood there stupidly, gawking and feeling ashamed with fear beating loudly in his chest.
I HATE YOU, PAGE GEOFFERSON. JUST SO MUCH, he thought.
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Yumi looked over concerned then just decides to flat out tell him. "Yeah. I do so.... Why do you want to be friends with me on it. I never really have any friends...
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"Oh... you don't?" Page flashed one of those homely, dimpled smiles. "Wow, I always thought that you would have a lot of friends... you seem so great and all..."
Good Lord, Page. If you weren't me, I'd kill you.
He swallowed, trying to look nonchalant. And failing. "Yeah, I, uh... wanna check it out... s'probly really cool and stuff..."
His blush had reached noticeable level, and he was painfully aware of this fact. He wasn't coming off looking the greatest here...
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"Wow... there is someone that does care. Sure i can send a friend request. Just if you think that i am not weird or anything. Sorry i feel awkward."
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"Thank you... as far as friends go I don't really have any, just Sorrel. So this means a lot," he said sincerely.
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"Yeah, i would love it. Thanks!" She began to smile as walking. Crap what is the time! "Oh i might be late soon!" Nice meeting you.
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The TV hummed backed by loud crashes coming from Sorrel's room. She didn't seem to care that anyone was over and went on rampaging and acting like a feral cat cooped up in a pen.
The news was on. Page hated watching the news, but didn't know what Yumi liked to watch, so just left it on that. Besides, there was only so much you could get for free off the air.
Updates on the war against ISIS were on the news and were depressing him thoroughly. Page hated war with a passion. It seemed stupid and pointless, the sole thing he knew that had ripped his happy, loving, normal family apart. And after the wars of the previous years had passed, there was never a moment's peace- the wars went on; when one ended, another would start.
"Was it for this that my father died?" he asked in sheer petulance, but didn't realise that he had asked it out loud.
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"Y-your father died? I did not know that. I am so sorry. So, so, sorry. Do you need a hug? I know I never really even hugged before. But heard it is nice to get a hug." Yumi looked over hoping to get his attention from saying that. "Oh...Sorry, if that sounded really mean. It sounded a lot better in my head then out loud." She began to feel weird... another feeling she is not that common with.
Thinking more about it. She never ever really cried or felt sorry for someone. It felt... what is a word for this. She thinks more. Deep in thought.
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Page looked over at her, not being able to say anything really, but just casting her an imploring (and rather pitiful) glance from those soulful hazel eyes of his. "Yeah, he died... on my birthday, actually," he continued, and laughed feebly. "What are the chances, huh?"
He hoped she'd get the idea that he DID want a hug, but felt too shy to ask. Maybe it was just as well.
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"Well......I am so sorry." Yumi touches his hand and pulls him into a hug. "I wish I could do something to help you. Just one thing." (Not thinking straight). Wanting to pull away. But staying there felt good. It was almost her first hug. It was...nice, it was really nice.
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Page felt himself be pulled in, pressed against Yumi's warmth. It was a novel feeling, one he, like her, hadn't experienced in awhile. Sorrel meant well, but she wasn't much for hugs. And Page was past feeling that he'd ever hug his stepdad.
Apart from the hug he could feel her hand, lingering on top of his; it provided a warmth that spread across his entire body. He sighed happily. At first he'd just had a crush on this girl, thought she was pretty, but now... Am... am I falling in love with her? Is that this feeling I have, here in my heart?
And this... he regarded the embrace for a second. Does this mean she feels the same way?
Sorrel came in from her bedroom, glanced at the TV, then at Page and Yumi. "Well, this is pathetic," she said. "Page, if ISIS is gonna do this to you, why do you watch the news?"
Page snapped his head up. "I, uh..."
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"Well that was rude" Yumi stopped the hug. Looking up at Sorrel. "Why do you do that? It sounded a bit I don't know mean, sassy, and just. I may not have other words to say in this. But. Why?" She started to feel like the guilty one instead of making sorrel.
"Uhm. Sorry. I should just hush up now." She lowers her head.
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Sorrel, unfazed for whatever reason, sat down on the couch next to Page, but talked to Yumi as if he couldn't hear. "Nah, he needs to realize. Thinks the human race betrayed his father and all that. It's been three years since it happened, and I guess it DID permanently screw up his birthday and all, but he needs to figure out that there is no "Post-War Dream." This is the real world. Crap happens." She looked meaningfully at Page, who just looked away.
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"Oh...Well that does make sense. I mean not to be rude if I am."
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Page snapped his head up. "Come off it, Sorrel. We can't all be as flung to the wind as you."
Sorrel hissed like a cat.
Page went on. "You wouldn't give a crap if Ewyn went out to fight ISIS and got himself slaughtered. That's what you're like."
"That's 'cause my whole world is YOU." Sorrel reclined nonchalantly against the back of the couch.
"I know." Page leaned into her, and she put her arm around his back.
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"Uhm... should I leave. I feel like I am intruding. Sorry" Yumi Began to stand up quickly and gather her stuff up. Putting her coat on then her shoes. Not understanding what was happening between the two. Yumi opens the door to outside and left.

"Burr. It is chilly out here. Why would there be a jock over there running in shorts and a tank top. That is just... really." She started off down the path.
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Page looked up at Sorrel with sad, kicked-puppy eyes. "Look what you've done."
"Maybe it's for the better." Sorrel was still reclining as if she didn't have a care in the world. This was one of her good days, Page realized- one of the days when she was able to stay this mellow when company was over. (Keyword, WAS.)
"It can't be for the best; she was happy," he whimpered, getting up and going to the window. She was shuffling down the icy walk. He opened the door, not feeling like he wanted to shout or project his voice, and went out after her. "Yumi..."
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When the world just is gorgeous... it shows off too much. When it is storming, it is upset with society. That is my thought's of the world. What i see is amazing. But i fear that others wouldn't care. For most of them only throw litter around like it is a big party. The world isn't perfect. It can be just amazing. With having a chance to let it's creatures see the happiest moments to the saddest. Dark times, to good times.
We all see differently, it depends on how you act, feel, see, love, and live out. We all are not perfect. I am nowhere near perfect. Never will, and never was... Yumi. Why is my name yumi? It sounds like a baby trying to say "yummy", or a girl with a happy personality.
Why is my father rough on me, it is not my fault that my mother died when i was 2. It was that guy with the stupid gun. Just standing there watching here was a good enough punishment. Just what if. What if i could've stopped him. I could save my mum. I could've done something. I could've. But i didn't. I just stood there. But that is life. That is the past. You can't change that. It was suppose to happen. Something good will happen in the future. Mabey. Just maybe.
Yumi, started to have a blurry vision, silently crying, she is use to it. From her father, to all the kids that would pick on her. And to think of it. It is just a end, but a new beginning is coming. She can wait. She has been already.