Cliché

7: Yuki

The guy offered to make me breakfast, how could I say no? "Oh um, could wait outside please?" I said, "I have to take a shower..."

Yang looked at me with his smirk, but then just nodded and left the room. I locked my bedroom door and grabbed some fresh clothes (haha jeans and an old t-shirt) then went into my tiny 5x5 bathroom.

I usually turn the water on to let it warm-up, and then sit in the corner by the door and think.

I thought about Yang, about Ray, about my mother and father.

I thought about what would've happened if I had never run away from home.

My thoughts flashed back to the day I met my best friend, Rayvn.

"Hi!" is all he said to me, crying boy in blue on the bench.

"Can I sit here?" He asked with his signature bright grin.

I simply nodded and he hopped up next to me, that's when I noticed his eyes. Bright blue, along with that mess of pink hair and milk chocolate skin, he was gorgeous.

We were only three back then, but I already knew how much he meant to me. Every day after that we would sit together, sometimes we wouldn't even talk, just listen to the sound of other children. We were happy. Until middle school, until Dexter came into my Rayvns life.

Rayvn dropped out of high school at sixteen in order to have his son which Dexter so graciously left him with. I was alone in the next two years, of course, Ray and I still talked but he was busy with the baby most of the time. Just before graduation, Rayvn said he and Dexter were getting married.

"What?" I had said, "I thought you didn't even like him!!"

"He's the father of my effing CHILD Yuki, I'm obliged to marry him. Plus, you know how powerful his family is. They'd hunt me down. And he's not really all that bad..."

My best friend smiled less since that day.

~

After my delightfully and extremely hot shower, I threw on my black t-shirt and jeans. I left my raincoat on the couch last night, darn. I was brushing my still soaking hair as I walked out into the kitchen, it smelled like Willy Wonkas motherhecking chocolate factory. "What on Earth are you making with my cheap convenience store food?" I asked Yang, who was toasting pop tarts.

"Waffles, fresh chocolate syrup, and pop tart crumble with of course, whipped cream." He seemed very intently focused on my 2-year-old toaster, "I don't normally eat like this, but I'm willing to do it just for today."

I kind of guessed from the way his body was built that he was a health nut or something, but I guess even health nuts can enjoy sugar.

"By the way, nice shirt."

I looked down at my shirt, a black ringer tee that said 'I'm not goth I'm gay' and blushed. "Um, thanks! Rayvn got it for my birthday even though I said it would fit him better."

"Heh, that's Ray alright. She still won't believe the fact that she's literally the incarnation of all emo kids in the world"

That word, 'she'. Rayvn hates when people call him a girl, he came out 8 years ago but still people call him 'she'. It drives him -no- it drives US crazy. That's my best friend after all.

"Rayvn is a boy." I said defensively.

"Right, sorry. God, how did I even forget that?" He seemed honestly apologetic.

"It's okay, just don't do it again?"

He nodded, and I beamed.