Restore the Dream... [-chpt 3-]
February 14th, I really wanted to tell her I like her…
Bou and Kuroyuki had been awake for a few hours now, and after eating a breakfast from bed due to Bou’s injury, Kuroyuki brought him an aspirin to take and helped him walk a bit to try and straiten out his sprained ankle.
“Ku-chan…” Bou said, look back to her as she held his arms to balance him. “Would you help me to the bathroom, I need to take a shower, well maybe a bath would be better.”
Kuroyuki helped him turn around. “Okay, do you need any help?” She asked smiling when they had reached the bathroom. Bou blushed, thinking of the endless possibilities of inappropriate, perverted things he could ask her to do, but he was better than that.
“No, I can do it myself.” Bou said smiling and taking off his shirt. Kuroyuki walked out of the bathroom and shut the door behind her. She took a seat on Bou’s black and white couch and flipped on the TV.
Meanwhile, Bou undressed himself and carefully sat himself down in the shower. He turned on the water and let it rain down on him and the white ceramic tiles of the bathtub, “What if she doesn’t like guys that look like me…?” he though to himself, running his hand through his bleach blonde hair. “What if I’m to girly for her…?” Bou picked up a shampoo bottle and dripped the shampoo onto his head, scrubbing it in and rinsing it under the water. He sat there hunched over, thinking for a minute. He looked down to his crotch, and lifted his head back up embarrassed. “Maybe I’m to... small… for her…” He thought, turning off the water now.
A slight panic arose from him. “I-I can’t get up.” He said quietly to himself, feeling the numbing pain in his leg again. He reached for the white towel, sat down on the toilet lid and put it over himself. “Kuroyuki!” He yelled. Her head popped through the door and looked at him. “I-I can’t get up...” He said blushing from being so exposed in front of her.
Kuroyuki leaned down and shook her head, smirking to herself a bit and lifted his arms up around her neck. His still wet hands grabbed around her as she lifted up his legs and carried him to the couch and sat him down gently. “Bou, maybe you need to get that checked out, you can’t even get up now!” She said patting his uninjured leg.
Bou smiled through his wet hair. “No, it’s fine…” He said quietly, scratching his pale stomach and yawning. He sat on the edge of the couch and helped himself up, walking to his refrigerator and getting himself a beer. Kuroyuki looked over him and tilted her head. “Bou, do you really need a beer?” She asked laughing a bit, and getting one for herself and sitting down on one of the granite counters and opening the pop-top lid. “Neh, I’m just lightening up for a few hours.” He said smiling and sitting next to her, opening his as well and taking a sip.
Was this the opportunity that I was looking for…?
After a few hours and a lot more than two or three beers later, Bou and Kuroyuki lay on the couch, the Music blaring from his stereo and clock ticking to past 9 at night now. Bou sat up and scooted close to Kuroyuki. “You know Ku-chan, I really like you…” Bou said, now in his boxers, wrapping his arm around Kuroyuki’s waist and pulling him close to him.
Kuroyuki blushed and pushed away form him, looking away form him. “B-Bou I think your drunk.” She said trying to get away from him, but having no success. For someone so small, Bou was a fairly strong man, and pulled her back to him. “No, I’m not that wasted Ku-chan…” He said running his hand down her side and then down her smooth legs.
“Bou! Stop!” She said pulling away and jumping up. “Just quit it okay?” She yelled at him and walked over to the front door, slamming it behind her as she walked out the door. “What the hell was he thinking?” She said to herself as she walked down the flight of stairs and down the corridor. Suddenly, she stopped. “Bou…”
I guess I really screwed up all of my chances… huh diary? The ones for music, a girlfriend and just a friend in general…
Why am I so stupid…?
Bou, still sitting on the couch with a half-drunk, half-shocked expression, slammed his head into the palm of his hands. “God damn it…” He cried, tears spilling from his eyes and he sat there alone now in his empty apartment, and after about an hour of crying, lay down on the couch and closed his reddened, puffy eyes.
When a woman leaves like that on a bad note, are things over…? -Bou
