I opened the door to my house, which unsurprisingly was unlocked. "Junko?" I asked as I closed the door behind me. The blonde popped her heard from atop the staircase. At the sight of my puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks the girl ran down the stairs and engulfed me in a hug.
The tears came again and I began to sob. My bag fell from my hand as I reached up and held onto my best friend tightly. Right now she was my life line.
"It's okay, let it out." She said as she rubbed my back soothingly.
When I finally calmed down I rubbed my sore and tired eyes with the back of my palm. "Come on let's go sit on the couch." Junko whispered. I nodded and she led me over and into the living room. I sat down on the couch and she grabbed the nearest blanket and wrapped it around me. "If you're ready, tell me all about what happened."
I nodded, taking a deep breath, and then began my story. It took a few minutes longer than it should have because of how emotional I was but considering I was still able to make it through. When finished I seemed to sink further into the couch and into the warm regions of my blanket.
"Don't worry, we'll figure something out." Junko said as she set a hand on my shoulder before she stood up. "I'll grab the ice cream."
I chuckled at that and she let out a small sigh of relief before going into the kitchen. My phone buzzed from within my bag repeatedly and I just left it to ring. I was not in the mood to talk to anyone at the moment.
Suddenly I heard the ring tone of Junko's phone from on the kitchen counter. The device played the theme song of Your Lie in April. I turned, raising an eyebrow at her. "Really? Changed it from Ouran's huh?"
"I love the song okay!" She defended as she scooped her phone up off the counter after setting the ice cream scoop in the sink, giving up entirely. "Oh it's Iwaizumi." Before I could respond she answered, placing the phone to her ear. "Hello-"
I turned away from her and sat quietly, reaching out towards the coffee for the tv remote. Slowly I returned to my warm blanket. I clicked the tv on and absent mindedly flipped through channels.
I heard footsteps and I turned to see Junko standing there with the phone pressed against her ear and a carton of extreme chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. She handed the carton to me and I took it from her gratefully.
"Iwaizumi wants to come over if it's alright with you." She whispered. I nodded in reply and greedily began to eat my ice cream.
"Yeah you can come over... Yeah she just got home a few minutes ago... ahhh..." Junko made her way back to the kitchen to grab herself a carton of ice cream that she left in the freezer and a spoon. "Ok yeah... alright I'll see you soon." The pulled the phone from her ear and hung up as she sat down on the couch beside me. She groaned as she realized that she didn't have a blanket.
"Why is Iwaizumi coming?" I asked as Junko rummaged around in the closet and grabbed herself a blanket. She plopped herself down on the couch right next to me.
"He wanted to make sure that you were alright. He heard about what was going on from Oikawa." I flinched.
"I wanted to tell Iwaizumi myself." I mumbled as I took another bite of my ice cream. 'That jerk.'
"I know but from how upset you sounded he was probably pretty bad himself."
I looked down into my carton of ice cream, my hand frozen in place in the carton. I closed my eyes and slowly set down my carton on the coffee table, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. If anything I was more made at myself than anything. All the hurtful words he said to me I saw as my fault. I should have told him sooner, talked the idea out with him. Instead I jumped into it feet first without thinking. That's when I realized my second epiphany of the night, I already forgave him.
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Getting to know You (Oikawa Tooru )
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