memories with you ✔

03

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"(your name)?"

i turned to my back, revealing fudo with his hair combed really nicely and wear nice clothes.

i gasped at his sudden appearance, "what are you dressing up for?" i asked, examining the outfit.

he nervously laughed, putting his hand in his jeans, "oh, haha... i think i want to audition as a singer." he answered back, his cheeks slowly becoming pink.

wow, i can't imagine him being a singer. he said that he is insecure, and i didn't think he would audition as a singer. having to perform at concerts in front of many fans, that would be humiliating to him since he have anxiety. but i respect his decision, and i support him.

"(your name)?"

i snapped out of my thoughts, realizing that i have been staring at him.

"no, it's just that," i paused, "you have to try and not let your anxiety get to you when you're auditioning. and if you're accepted, you will have to perform at many concerts and there would be so many people attending the concert." i suggested to him, resulting him nodding at every sentence.

i snapped my finger in front his face, "and most importantly, you have to be confident. confident with yourself." i said, getting closer to his face.

he gulped, "don't you think you're-" he pushed my face away from his with his finger at my forehead. "too close?" he smiled.

i folded my arm, looking away. "whatever, and you better not audition with the name 'fudo'."

he laughed, ruffling my hair. "haha, don't worry. i won't."

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"hey, good luck!" i whispered to him, making a fist with both my hands to encourage him.

he smiled warmly to me, "yes, thank you." he make a fist with his left hand.

i watch him enter the building, ready to audition as a singer.

good luck, fudo!

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"how is it? did you got it? are you okay? do you need a tissue?" i attack him with questions.

he patted my head, "don't worry, they said i have to wait a couple of days for result." he answered, reassuring me.

"oh and i'm fine, i don't need a tissue. i was very nervous, but when i remember you, i got confident." he said.

i let out a sigh, "i'm glad you're okay."

he looked to the right, then looked back at me. "hey, let's go grab a drink, i'm exhausted." he said, pointing to the cafe next to us.

we walked in the cafe, "what would you like? my treat." he asked, showing his credit card.

he always wanted to pay, and it made me feel bad.

"alright then, i want (something you fancy)." i said, while looking at the menu written at the top of the counter.

he nodded and walked towards the counter, ordering for us.

after getting what we ordered, he walked towards our table, giving my drink carefully to me.

we chatted until it was time for me to head back home.

he offered to drive me back to my home, which of course i refused at first but ended up agreeing.

it was silent but comfortable moment in the car, only the music playing from the radio.

as we arrived at my home, i broke the silence between us.

"when you got approved, and you will be a singer, i hope you won't forget me." i said, looking at his eyes.

he smiled, giving me a thumbs up.

"don't worry, i will not. actually, i never forget about you. you're always on my mind." he laughed.

i felt my cheeks feeling hot, i coughed to cover. "you're so cheesy, fudo. thanks for driving me home." i thanked him, waving my hand.

he waved back and did something that's so unexpected.

he blew a kiss.

and then drove away, leaving me shocked. he never did that, and most probably too embarrassed to do that.

i smiled.

he is slowly gaining confident in himself, and i'm proud of him. from insecure and always losing hope to slowly getting confident and proud of himself.

i shook my head, unlocking the door to my house.

i'm glad i met him.

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i smiled to myself, thinking about her always make me smile.

i'm glad i met her.