| Fan Fiction |
by biniBningPunkista
“Why do we have four seats when it’s just the two of us?”
“Just because I let you kiss me doesn’t mean I’m allowing you to date me. WE have company, and besides I always have lunch dates, you’re just a shove-in with my schedule.” I said while taking off the napkin from the plate and placing it on top of my legs.
He shrugged and took a seat near the wall while I took the seat in front of him. I raised my arms and elbows on the table and supported my chin with my hands to look at Matsuda. Oddly enough it doesn’t look like he just French-kissed me a couple of minutes ago. He looked so casual while studying the menu.
“How come you knew my shoe’s brand name if you weren’t gay?” I asked him full of curiosity.
”You’ve forgotten I’m a designer.” He said nonchalantly as if it was really normal.
”What’s that got to do with knowing shoes? You’re an interior designer. Don’t tell me you’re a foot fetish?”
”So what if I am? Are you going to burn me on stick?”
My eyes went big with surprise.
“Seriously? YOU ARE a foot fetish?”
”Yes I am. I’m not even ashamed to admit it. Knowing shoe brands also helps me with my work. It’s just like interior designing. You have to know who’s going to wear it, what color fits, if the shoes inside is wide or broad enough for the user… there’s just a lot of details in shoes.”
”You sound so gay.”
”Don’t say it so bluntly as if it’s a fact.”
”I think it is a fact. Your kiss was so not gay, but you speak so gayish.”
”Baka… I don’t even understand why I let you speak to me like that.”
”I wonder why.”
”Still… I knew you enjoyed my kiss Mao-chan.” He was grinning idiotically in front of me. Calling me Mao-chan? So I guess we’re in first name basis now. I don’t have to call him Matsuda and it is also decided that I wasn’t really attracted to this idiot. The spark wasn’t just there. Shota may seem to appear so cool, but he just says the most gayish things.
“Yeah, you’re such a good kisser I almost got wet right then and there.” I said sarcastically.
”What kiss?”
Erika was right behind me that I didn’t notice her and because of my perverted conversation with Shota I was totally oblivious. I turned my head to look at her…
“Ah… here is my favorite chef.” I said while grinning at her.
After taking the seat beside me, I introduced both parties. Having Erika as a friend is so fun, she never gets too jittery with people she just knew. It’s like my friends and her friends just instantly click on. Although… I noticed something in a very tiny detail. Is she actually tucking her hair in her ear? Flirt mode? On this gay, foot fetish, Matsuda Shota guy? No way…
When I glanced at Shota he was looking at Erika in a weird way. It was the look he was giving the boards awhile ago when he said he was visualizing.
“So what’s with this kiss thing? Who kissed who?” she asked again while smiling at me and Shota.
”Ano…” letting my voice trail off.
I’m not sure if I should tell her about the kiss since I noticed that she’s seen a prospect in Shota. That’s when I noticed someone who’s going to save me from this dilemma. Suddenly I stood up and waved over at Toma as he entered through the front door. On our way here, I actually texted Toma and Erika to have lunch, Matsuda mustn’t have noticed that since he was busy driving and looking on the road. Saved by Toma thank God!!!
“Toma-kun!!! Over here!”
I was being loud but I don’t care. I have to stir the topic off that stupid kiss. As Toma came closer I immediately introduced him to Shota then asked a question.
“Toma-kun, what’s the brand name of my shoe?” I moved my foot forward for him to look at. I intentionally did this just to let Shota understand that’s he’s really gay for knowing the brand names of shoes.
“Ah… That’s Prada.” Toma immediately answered while I gaped at him. What’s wrong with this world? Toma is not gay… and he doesn’t know shoes either! This is unbelievable…
Shota gave me a cocky look, as if saying “I told you so…” but then it disappeared when Toma spoke up.
“Just incase you’re wondering how on earth I knew its Prada, that’s because it’s the same stiletto you bought when you dragged me to the mall without warning.” He said while pulling the chair away from the table and took a seat.
I looked over at Shota and gave him a triumphant smile, and then the food came. The shoe incident and kiss question was quickly forgotten.
A few minutes later, we were all having a pleasant lunch on the table when Toma and I detected a flirting aura within our presence.
“So you’re a designer? Sugoi! Are you having fun with it?”
Erika seemed to gush over Shota’s every word, Toma and I both knew what she was up to. We just nodded at each other as if we could read each other’s minds. Erika was DEFINITELY flirting.
The girl seemed unmindful of us…and surprisingly so did Shota. We were completely ignored by both of them. The nerve of this guy! After kissing me like that, he gets to flirt with my best friend?
Toma leaned over to me and whispered.
“Why did you even invite me here? Are you afraid of being the third wheel?”
”Baka! I didn’t even expect that Erika would like him. It’s unusual for her to be into that type of guy. We both know her standards. It’s always those blue collar workers she’s after. Big muscled, buff and underpaid. I should be the one who would be into THAT type of guy…”
”So why are you not the one who’s flirting like this?”
”I find him gay.” I shrugged at him.
”Souka…” he gave a quick nod.
He knew that when I found someone gay I would never be attracted to them even as much as I wanted to. Honestly speaking, I also found Toma gay that’s why our friendship has always been intact… but I never let him know this. Probably the reason I never went after him was because I knew him since junior year when the three of us were all so dorky back then. The transformation for him just came out right after college.
“What really amazes me is what she finds in him if he’s not even her type?” Toma said in an undertone.
”Beats me.” I shrugged my shoulder once again and scowled.
I grabbed a spoonful of my dessert and shoved it into my mouth. Annoyed at them both flirting like this, I slumped at my chair and shoved more food in. Toma was eating quietly while observing. He was looking at me wearily, we were like watching a really bad DVD show and wanted to stop it but can’t because it has to play until the very end. My eyes flicked a second to the window when I saw someone very familiar. With the screeching of my chair, I stood up abruptly, disrupting the two flirt’s conversation and making Toma look at me worriedly.
A man I knew very well was walking past the restaurant. On instinct I had to catch up with him so I ran out. When I was on the window spot I couldn’t find him anywhere.
“Abe senpai…” I muttered loudly to myself.
”Abe senpai was here?” I didn’t notice Toma appear at my side.
”Hai… he was. Or I thought so… I must have been hallucinating. The flirts must have bored me to death and was making me see things.”
My best friend was looking at me worriedly then he placed a hand on my shoulder and leveled his head on my face. Peering at me closely he was looking for signs of I don’t know what. Probably signs of insanity.
“Daijabu deska Mao-chan?” There was a concern in his voice.
”I’m ok Toma-kun. It’s just that… I don’t know what came over me. It’s been so long…”
I laughed at myself thinking of what I just did. Baka, baka, baka… running after a guy who wasn’t even there. I shook my head and smiled at Toma, carelessly I grabbed his arm and hugged it close to me giving myself comfort.
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Back at the gallery I was busy arranging my paintings in order so Tamaki sempai wouldn’t have a hard time hanging them out and instructing the other workers. I was still preoccupied of the incident earlier that I didn’t realize I was just holding my painting and staring at it blankly.
“Don’t space out Mao. We still have a lot of things to do.”
Shota appeared at my side unnoticed that I was slightly caught off guard. I stuck out my tongue at him.
“You don’t have to remind me Shota. I could have told that to my self you know. Whose fault was it anyway that we have to work off this late? My show is tomorrow and we’re not yet done. If you just hadn’t kept on flirting with my best friend then we could have gotten back earlier.”
With my remark he smiled sheepishly at me.
“Gome. I was really taken by Erika-san. She’s… just too kawai. Oh shoot!!! I forgot to get her number. Can you give it to me?”
”Why should I give it to a gay like you?” I smirked at him.
”BAkero! How many times do I have to say I’m not gay???” he looked at me incredulously.
”No matter how many times you say it, it’s still unacceptable.”
”Even if I kiss you again?”
I quickly raised both hands in front of me for defense.
“Don’t you dare do that again or I swear I’m going to smack you till the day lights come out of your head, especially now that you’re actually going after my best friend. You won’t be trying that to me ever again.”
Suddenly my phone rang from the end of the hall of my gallery. Quickly I went over to get my phone.
“Moshi-moshi?”
”Mao-chan! I’m coming over to the gallery. I’ll be bringing over some pie for you... ano… is Shota-kun still there?”
”I knew it. You just called me for this didn’t you?!? You’re betraying our friendship. Who would feed me now?”
”Don’t exaggerate Mao. Tell him I’m coming over ok? Matta ne.”
”You…”
She hung up the phone without even waiting for me. This sort of pissed me off… Sighing out loud I shoved my phone inside the bag and went back to my paintings, and then I saw Aoi looking at some of my works.
“Mao-chan… will you be selling this?” she was pointing at a painting I made from oil pastel of three silhouette figures with the sun half covered by the sea. The colors were purple, blue, orange and black. All shaded ranging from light to dark.
“No. It’s actually for keeps.”
”Souka.” She sounded disappointed but then her face lit up.
”What about this?”
This time she was pointing to a man and woman sitting on a bench park. It was charcoal made. It was very simple, the edges where quite distorted but the image is seen with quite an elegance. A bit of pastel sky blue color was layered on it, added with tinge of pink streaks.
“That…”
Initially I thought that including my college art works in my gallery was a good idea, as I look at it now… I was having second thoughts. I made this painting several years ago. Feelings of happiness, excitement and desire… those were my feelings when I was making it. I’m not sure if I should share it out with other people. It also seemed so sentimental to me since this art was really meant for someone else… but then again. It’s probably time to actually move on.
“Yeah… I’m selling it.”
”Really?! Can you reserve this for me Mao-chan? Please??? I really want to have it… Hiroshi’s been eying those set of paintings just this afternoon. I think he would really like this one.” Aoi motioned at my artwork.
”Sure! I’ll be glad to reserve it for you.”
I gently put a red tab on the frame to indicate that it was sold and reserved. It’s about time to make a proper arrangement in my life.
~To Be Continued~
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Till the next chapter… Ja ne!
-biniBningPunkista