Your lie in May

Chapter 1: part 4

     I hadn't seen my father in at least 4 years. He was always gone and the house was always empty when I came home.
     "What are you doing here..?" I asked. I was confused. How come he came now? How come he wasn't here when mom died? Why now? Why at all?
     "I came to restore my family." He said. I got angry.
     "Restore? It's too late to restore it, there's nothing to restore." I said with a rude tone. He frowned. Good. He deserved to be sad after all he did..... Or didn't do.
     "I wanted to be there for you.." He said.
     "Then why weren't you?" I said with a rough expression.
     "I... I just... I couldn't, I couldn't deal with the pain." He said.
     "What pain? You never cared about me and mom, you just left all the time and didn't even come home for her funeral!" I shouted. He frowned, and put his head down, ashamed.
     "I'm sorry. I feel terrible, but I've changed, I quit my job, there's no more going anywhere, no more leaving, I'm here now, please just give me a chance." He said, his head still down. Wow, he quit his job and came all the way here for me?
     "Ok." I said. I lifted my head and he lifted his. I then noticed how much we looked alike, he was just like me, but old.
     "Ok." He said.

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                   Tsubaki's point of view:

     I munched on a strawberry while doing homework in my room. Math. "Ugh it's so annoying." I thought.
     "RIIINNGG! RRIIINNGG!!" My phone went off. I almost jumped out the window. It read "ĸoυѕeι." I smiled a little, but then fixed my face to be normal before I would answer.
     "Hey." I said, casually, answering the call.
     "Hey, can I come over?" He asked. I smiled, then realized how dirty my room was.
     "Yeah sure, just let me just, uh.." I said as I started cleaning the room.
     "Just what?" He asked.
     "Just come over." I said.
"Okay." He said ending the phone call. Within one minute (considering the fact that we live right next to each other) Kousei was at the front door. I quickly opened the door.
"Hey." He said. I smiled.
"Hey, come in." I said. He walked in. We both silently made our way to my room. Kousei sat on my bed and put his hands on his knees with his head down. My smile slowly faded, he wasn't happy. He sat there silently for a while.
"My dad came to my house today." He suddenly blurted out as if it were a secret. I was shocked. Why did Takahiko Arima come now? Why didn't he come earlier? I know Kousei was going to have a big breakdown and I was going to be the person to be there for him as always. Takahiko is just like Saki Arima.
     Kousei sniffled, and then broke into a huge cry. I didn't know what to do so I patted his shoulder lightly. "What am I doing?! My bestfriend/crush here is crying and I'm patting his shoulder? What kind of person am I?" I thought to myself. Kousei kept sobbing into his hands. I grabbed his hands lightly and placed them on my shoulders, and hugged him, and he hugged me back. I could feel him starting to stop sobbing, and then it was just us silently hugging. His arms were wrapped lightly around my shoulders, like a baby holding onto its mother. His scent was light, but yet strong. My sweater was wet because of his tears, but I liked it. I liked that he trusted me. When he let go, I looked into his eyes. I stared at them like a leave latches to its branch. He stared back. I wondered what he was thinking about. Was he thinking about me? There was little space between us, and his face was just inches away from mine. I stared at him and he stared back, and I didn't want to let go of him. I wanted him to stay there and look at me, and love me. Then I found myself looking at his lips. They were so thin, but I wanted to own them. I wanted to kiss him. But what was I thinking? I couldn't kiss Kousei. I couldn't. I couldn't make him more confused about his depressing life more than he already was.
"Well uh, do you want some juice or something?" I asked. "I'm so stupid. JUICE? Is that all I could think of? How much more obvious can I make it?" I thought to myself. "But what if Kousei does like me? What was he thinking when he stared into my eyes? Snap out of it Tsubaki! Your acting like such a girl!" I thought to myself.
"Yeah sure." He said, as we let go of each other.
"I'll be right back." I said, as I walked out the door. I walked downstairs and opened up the fridge. Orange juice was the only juice we had, so I took that out and started pouring it in a glass cup. "JUICE?! It's so obvious now! He's probably up there right now thinking I like him! He's probably confused out of his head right now. Why do I always ruin things for myself and others?!" I thought in my head. I then realized that I poured the whole gallon out. I screamed so loud that birds were flying away. I then heard thumping coming from the stairs as Kousei ran down. He rushed into the kitchen and then slipped and fell on the hard floor due to the orange juice.
"ARE YOU OKAY?" He asked while still on the floor soaked in orange juice.
"Your asking me if I'm okay when your on the ground? YOU DUMMY!" I yelled, hitting him in the head with the orange juice container.
"Ow! Geez why are you hitting me?" He asked trying to protect himself. I stopped hitting him.
"Sorry." I said as I giggled a little. I helped him up and we both cleaned up the mess on the floor. "Do you still want your orange juice?" I asked, playing with him.
"You'd have to pay me to drink that." He said smirking. Then we laughed.

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Authors note:
I did a lot of research and I just now realized that Kousei's dad (aka Takahiko Arima) was actually there for Saki's death. And I know I said he wasn't but that was before I researched. So I'm sorry. I also realized that Kousei doesn't hate his dad and his dad isn't a bad person and never was he's just always on business trips so I apologize. But hey this is just a fan fiction😂 so just bear with me. Lol.