Focus - (A Male Reader X Moca Aoba Fanfiction)

Chapter 10 - Reminiscing Guilt

I woke up on my bed seeing light from my apartment window. I thought to myself, am i late? Then i went and picked up my alarm clock that didn't wake me up only to see it was a Saturday.

"Saturday huh..."

I placed the alarm clock back on my wooden desk and i decides to stay in bed a little longer. Honestly, I didn't want to get up for another hour. I'm kind of still tired from last night. Wait....last night?

I then recall everything that happened last night. Ahhh!!! All of the embarrassing things I've said!!! They all came back to my head and haunt me. I didn't really know what got into me at that time that i said all of those things. Sure, most of it was true but i said them in a rather weird way! It's a good thing that Moca didn't seem to misunderstand me during that time, or else i could've just collapsed there and wait for someone to pick me up and take me home.

I cover my face with a pillow and began to scream while rolling from side to side on the bed. I was letting out all of the leftover embarrasment. It kinda helped, but not entirely.

After all of the embarrassment and drama, I decided to finally get up from bed. Still feeling drowsy, I stretch my arms up high and my feet raising me up a bit higher. I really need to start doing some house chores.... Or so i thought.

Moca's P.O.V

I know that much~ Moca-chan is adorable and beautiful, so why is he so worked up? Rather.... What's this I'm feeling? My chest feel fluttery and i feel all fuzzy. Did i take the compliment in too much? I don't know. And I'm so curious....

Reader's P.O.V

There are things in my mind that I want to ponder about. After my father left us, and soon...my mother left me... My life has been miserable. It al kind of changed now that I've entered High school, and now that I've met new people. I'm really grateful for everything that has happened to me up to this point. Without them, I don't think i could smile like this! I just feel all fuzzy inside!

But is that really the reason why i feel fuzzy inside?...

I ponder this overy head for a while. I look at my phone to check what time it is. "9:40 AM huh.." I guess i had woken up a bit late, but since it's a weekend I'll let it slide for now.

"What should i do?" As i was still lying down my messy bed, i think about what i should do this morning. I don't want to just laze around all day.

"I guess I'll just wander about and try to get to know the area better" so i decides to stand up and take a bath. I do so by tidying up my bed and getting a bath.

I was having a hard time finding some of my other casual clothes. They don't seem to be in my closet. So i tried looking at the boxes that i still haven't touched on the living room.

"Maybe i should unbox these first..." Is what i thought, but i ended up not doing so... I only wanted some clothes, and clothes is what I'll get. I'll get these out of the box another time i guess. I open up a big brown box to see if my clothes were there. "I think i put em here..." And as i opened it, i saw something i didn't expect to see. "T-This is...."

Right before me was an Electric Guitar that my father used to own.

I froze up. Seeing that guitar made me remember him and all of the things he's done. But they weren't all that bad. I took out the guitar and hung it on the wall on a (convenient) guitar hanger.

The guitar looked like it was in great condition. I smiled upon it. I remember the days when he used to play songs for me. My father would call me downstairs from my room only for him to play me one of his new songs. It was really great. I don't remember how good he was, but i remember it sounded amazing. The box seemed to contain some guitar stuff on it. "Wait...how did i not know about these?" Did i not notice that i packed those thinga away? Wait... I think the movers did all the job. I guess my dad just kinda forgot about that and left it with us.

"Maybe I'll play it again someday..." I said to myself in a soft and whispery voice. As if i don't want anyone else to hear me even though i was alone in the house. My father thought me how to play, but i don't remember everything since i stopped. I stopped after he left us. He left me.

"Who am i kidding..."

I suddenly took up the guitar and paked it in a bag that was in the box. I finally found the clothes i was looking for, got dressed and head out with the guitar on my back.

"I don't want this..."

I was going to get rid of the guitar. I'll probably sell it on a guitar store nearby. But i don't really know any, so i decided to just look for one.

I was walking at an unusually fast pace than my regular one. I was breathing heavily but i wasn't having a hard time keeping up with my breath. I don't understand but i feel kind of... Angry. It's not like I'm angry with my father... it's just...

"Who am i kidding...."

I started dashing off.

After a little while, I stopped and catch my breath. At the street across from me, i see a music store. "Maybe i can seel this there..." So i quickly rushed inside.

The store was pretty great. A lot of instruments are displayed. Electric Guitars, Acoustics, Bass Guitars and even Drums on display. First things first, i head to the counter to negotiate on this guitar.

"Excuse me, I'd like to sell this guitar!"

I ask the cashier.

"Wait.... you're...."

"!!!"

- To be continued -