Our Night On Valentine's Day

Confess

It was the fifth time Hiro went to Gogo's place to help her finnish her project. But this time he wasn't the one doing most of the work. Gogo was writing, probably a report for the last time after messing up a lot for the cause of not following the appropriate format of Proffesor Callaghan's report.

Hiro was laying on her bed, somehow not anxious anymore as she sat at her studydesk doing the report. Hiro played with the end of Gogo's dark blue pillow and hummed some catchy melody.

He wore a white T-shirt this time, that always catches Gogo's attention which made her less focused on the main task. She kept peeking over her shoulders or resting her head on one hand and looked at him sideways, blowing the blueberry bubblegum Hiro gave.

"So, how come you get to lay there doing nothing while I'm here doing my homework?" Gogo started talking so that she won't get distracted anymore. But talking was actually a lot worse.

"Because I've finnished all of my homeworks yesterday." Hiro replied lazily. Because of laying down, his voice sounded different and a little attractive to Gogo. It was her music taste.

She kept quiet because she didn't want to hear him talking anymore. It was too awkward to relive the situation. But Hiro wasn't done talking. He had a lot to say.

"All 27 of them."

"That's a lot." Gogo didn't look at him when she talked. She was just staring at her report paper. She didn't even know what to write next for the reason of not being able to think.

"Yeah, I know right? I didn't even realise that I've finnished my homework until I've done the last one." He laughed.

'Oh my God.' Gogo thought about his cute boy laugh. It literally tickled her belly. Now, she had a stomach ache but she held it in.

"I was like comitted to my homework and the next minute, I checked my books and everything was done." He sat down, suddenly had the urge to talk more. He smiled at the floor about something while Gogo tried to read his mind.

She turned her head back to her paper and uttered, "amazing." She placed her hair behind her ear and played with the pencil. She brought the pencil along with her and both her legs up onto her seat, then spun around like a playful little girl.

"Yeah. Yeah, it is. Has that ever happen to you?" Hiro looked at Gogo who was looking at him too. She spun the wheelchair back in front - to its original position with an awkward, speechless look on her face. The fact that he looked at her so suddenly made her nervous, stutter and blurt out stuffs she shouldn't say like, "well no, I'm not a genius." It felt like the clock has stopped. The air stood still. The wind or birds chirping or anything else couldn't be heard except a loud heart-pound.

She didn't know where that come from. But she knew that it was a wrong move exactly after the words were spat out.

"I don't really like people say things like that." Hiro's smile disappeared. His fingers curled into two balls of fists, gripping the patterned bed sheets.

Gogo turned her computer chair, facing Hiro as it made a tiny squeaky sound. Hiro looked at Gogo like he was wrong about something. About what he thought about her. About who she was. About her.

Hiro shook his head gently, making his jet black hair sway slowly. He stood up in one swift motion and stared at the graphic printed carpet.

"It really makes me feel like I don't fit in here. Like I'm the high class guy and you're not." He used hand gestures as he walked across the room. He stopped in front of her beige window and looked at her.

Gogo looked at Hiro with regret in her heart but surprise in her eyes. She held her pencil and played with it, looked at it like she was finding something to say. "I know, I'm sorry. I just.." she trailed off, spinning her chair back in front.

"You just..?" Hiro walked closer towards her.

Gogo leaned back against the cushion on her chair. She sat lazily like she was about to slip off. Her feet, playing with the edges of her desk.

"I just got nervous. I- I don't know why. Everytime I see you, I just feel different, like I can't wait to talk to you," she finally admitted, hoping that Hiro got the hint so she could be over with it, so he could solve the pieces for her.

"Do you like me?" Hiro asked anxiously. This was it. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. To finally have an answer. To finally know what she feels.

Too bad he didn't get it though. "I- I don't know," she said quietly but loud enough for him to hear. Hiro's hope fleed away and said nothing. He looked down at his big toes and played with the textures of the floor.

"Maybe I just need some time to think," Gogo said, shading the corner of her report paper with the 2B pencil she played just now, resting her chin on one hand.

"Then, I'll get going." Hiro took his dark blue jacket he placed at the end of Gogo's bed and headed out, making sounds as he walked.

"Hiro-" He stopped at the entrance at the door and looked at Gogo over his shoulders, hoping she'd know the answer to her own thoughts. "Thanks." She flashed a sad smile at him.

Hiro smiled back and replied, "no problem," even though he hadn't helped her with anything that day. With that, he went downstairs, fast as ever, wanting to run away from the fire burning.