Elegant Artist (Fuuto x OC)

They're Both Losers

"Well this is news to me," I mumble.

They stop shoving each other. "So who do you pick?"

"Fuuto," I say, making him smile brightly. "You haven't been there for me"

"What?" He asks, his mood darkening instantly.

"I gave it time before I agreed to go out with Jackson, waiting for you, but you ran off with other girls. I waited for you but the only one who was actually there was Jackson. We lost touch, I understand that it happens but we also lost the spark-"

"But you felt it when we went on that show, didn't you?"

"I did, but it was just the spark of a past memory, not something I can see happening in the future"

"So does that mean you'll go out with me again?" Jackson asks.

"Not necessarily. Jackson, there's a reason we broke up in the first place"

"Why is that?"

"Well for one we're both constantly travelling and two, you're trying to kick Fuuto out of the picture and you were back then too. I understand you may be jealous but you don't need to let it show, same thing goes for you Fuuto. The two of you, always at each other's throats like wild animals. If the two of you would act more sensibly then maybe I'd pick one of you, but for now it's none of you"

"I understand," Jackson says. "Just know that I love you, remember the good times we had together," he kisses my lips shortly and walks towards the elevator. "I'll call later about practicing for the song"

When the elevator door closes I turn to Fuuto, awaiting an apology or anything.

"You said you loved me"

My eyes widen. "I did but love fades away as easily as a flame in the wind"

"Well you simple twit, don't think you're going to be getting any more of my love," he says, getting scarily close to me.

I could feel his breath on my lips and he looked to be struggling so hard to keep his angry and aggressive composure. His eyes flicked to my lips and quickly away, he was trying to make himself hate me and it wasn't working.

"If you are going to be calling me a twit I'd like it if you left my home," I say with narrowed eyes. "Unless you want to take it back and just confess that you truly love me and you haven't been lying this entire time"

"No, you're right. On the show, the catching up, that was all a lie. I don't love you anymore, I can't say I never did but now I despise you," he spits.

I slap him across the face, trying to keep myself from full on punching him with all the strength I had. "Get out," I say threateningly. He opens his mouth to say something but I scream at him. "Get out and don't come back! Forget about ever talking to me again you dick!"

I run to my room, the tears threatening to fall. Some of them fall from the wind rushing past me but I let them. I lock myself in my room, falling onto my bed and hugging my pillow. I still loved him, but I also had feelings for Jackson. They were both good guys but they had their bad qualities out in the open.

"Mai? I'm-"

"Shut up and get out of here!" I shout, managing to make it sound like I wasn't crying.

"I'm sorry. I just hate seeing you with him. He's so full of himself-"

"Same goes for you," I mutter.

"I want you for myself because I love you, if I could I'd marry you right now," I stay silent and he sighs. "Please, come out and let's talk. If I say anything you don't want to hear feel free to punch me, just not in the face"

I get off the bed, wiping away the stray tears, clinging to the pillow like my life depended on it. I unlock the door and slip past Fuuto, hiding my face in the top of the pillow as I walk towards the couch. The couch where Fuuto and I reconnected with each other. I sit with my legs crossed, my face still buried in the pillow, looking down at the floor. He kneels in front of me, tucking a piece of stray hair behind my ear then laying his other hand on my knee.

"I'm sorry, you know I have a bit of a temper, I haven't lost it in these past years. I regret what I said. I know it was harsh but I didn't mean it, I only said it to make you change your mind. I want to be with you, I love you"

I look up at him, locking my eyes with his. "Where are you going with this?" I mumble.

"Will you marry me?"

I raise an eyebrow. "You gotta be joking"

"I'm not. I know we're only still teenagers but in a couple years I want you to be my wife"

I shake my head. "I have to think about it. Just because you say something like that it doesn't mean I'm going to instantly choose you"

He comes closer to me. "I'm saying what's on my mind"

"Maybe you should keep it to yourself, that way you can't hurt those around you"

"How would it hurt you?"

"You don't know what those words make me feel. They make me hate myself for wanting to give you a second chance"

It's quiet for a moment then our lips come together. It felt so good yet it was wrong, there wasn't a spark like before but there was something that could be built up and turned into a spark. Exactly like what could happen with Jackson.

"Go. I'll tell you about my choice later"