Rose in a Garden

Chapter 3- That evening

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    I sit in my bedroom typing my report on my laptop. I am almost finished with it. I keep thinking of what happened with Tamaki earlier. Him kissing me, my lies to him, and him crying in the prep room. I really hope that he's ok now. I'd hate for him to be at home by himself, crying. Stay focused, Kyouya. Keep writing your report and don't think of Tamaki. I keep typing away. Someone knocks on my door.

    "Come in," I say, not taking my eyes off the screen.

    "Kyouya," I hear a very familiar voice say.

    I look up at the source. My expression turns to shock.

    "Tamaki?" I ask. "What are you doing here?"

    "Well," he says. "You said that if I wanted to talk about my problem with someone to come to you because you're here for me."

    I close my laptop. "I did say that, didn't I?" I move my laptop off my lap and pat a spot next to me on the bed. "You can just sit next to me."

    He sits next to me on my bed and leans his head against my shoulder.

    "So," I begin. "What's your problem?"

    "Can I ask you a question first?" he asks me quietly.

    "Of course," I respond.

    "Is...is it wrong to love someone you feel like you've known forever?" he asks me.

    "No," I respond to him quickly.

    "I mean, like someone who you're really close to and know everything about," he says.

    "There's nothing wrong with that, Tamaki," I say to him.

    "You don't understand though," he says, finally looking at me. "This person is my absolute best friend. He's also a boy."

    My eyes widen a bit. 'Could he mean me?'

    "Why is this a problem?" I ask, with a cautious tone.

    "He directly told me that he's not gay, and that he wouldn't like attention like that."

    Oh my god. Tamaki's talking about me. Tamaki loves me? I would have never guessed. I really wouldn't have. I thought that he was just being Tamaki.

    "Tamaki," I begin to say.

    He stands up, interrupting. "It's fine, Kyouya. You know now that I love you. Even if you don't and never will love me back, I wanted you to know that I love you." He goes to leave.

    I sit up more and grab his wrist. "Wait."   

He turns back around and looks at me.

"Don't leave," I tell him. "I want you to stay."

    "You don't care that-" he begins, but I cut him off.

    "I don't care if you love me or not," I say. "We're still friends, aren't we?"

    He smiles at me. "Yeah. We are."

    He sits back on the bed next to me. He looks at me nervously. "Would you find it weird if I laid my head on your shoulder?" he asks me. "I just want to ask before I do it again."

    I smile at him. "It's fine."

    He smiles and lays his head on my shoulder.

    I grab my laptop and begin to type my report.

    "What are you writing, Kyouya?" Tamaki asks me.

    "A report for English," I say. "It's due tomorrow."

    "Oh," he says. "I didn't finish mine."

    I look at him. "How much do you have done?" I ask him.

    He doesn't make eye contact with me. "None of it," he says quietly.

    "You need to get that done," I tell him quickly. "This report is worth half our grade for this quarter."

    "I know," he says. "I just couldn't focus on writing it."

    "I will write it for you if I have to," I say to him.

    He looks at me. "You don't have to do that, Kyouya," he says to me. "I can just go home and write it now."

    He stands up and walks to the door.

    "Thank you for still being my friend even though you know that I love you," he says to me. He walks through the door and leaves me alone in my room.

    I can still feel the lingering warmth of his head on my shoulder. I like how it feels. It makes it seem like he's still here with me.

I wanted to tell him that I loved him. I really wanted to tell him. I just couldn't find the right words to say. I never imagined I would have to find those words, or the courage to tell him. I need to tell him though. He needs to know that I return those feelings to him. I don't want him to go through life believing that my lie to him was true. I want him to know exactly how much I love him.

    I finish typing my report. I shut my laptop off and place it on my nightstand. It's been a long day for me, so I get ready for bed. I crawl under the warm covers and remove my glasses. Hopefully one day, I won't be alone under my covers. I'll get the chance to share the warmth with my other half. I pull the chain on my lamp, and the room goes dark. I fall into a pleasant sleep and dream of Tamaki until morning comes.