"I-It's not what you think, he's just a friend."
"Yeah a-ahahaha. It's not a problem." But why does it feel like it 'is' a problem!?
N-Not that I'm assuming he's jealous or anything. Cain and I are just friends. But why does it feel like there's something more in what he says.
I know a few times ago that Cain's been hinting a lot of things for me, but I don't want to keep guessing and make the wrong conclusions. What I want to know is what he really wants from me.
Then it unexpectedly flashed in my mind again. The way he held my hand, followed by words that made me flustered. '…I hope you prepare yourself for what's coming to you.'
I've been preparing myself since then, but what the hell is actually coming anyway!?
Is he going to keep me waiting in limbo?
Though when I think about it, I still don't know much about Cain. All I know is that he's nice, sweet, and kind of geeky—can't forget that he's a part of a gang as well, and he did say that he'll quit soon. And… that's pretty much it.
Never thought I'd like a person who I know so little about.
And I still want to know more… but how!?
Out of the blue, he popped a question. "Since we got on to that kind of topic, what's your type of guy anyway?"
Shit, that damn question! I've been asked by that a lot before, and I never even really thought about it properly. So all I said is that I only like guys with pretty faces.
"Oh uhm…" damn it, what should I tell him?!
"Cat got your tongue?" He chuckled.
"A-Ahaha."
"Just kidding. It's fine if you don't want to answer, it's just a stupid question anyway…" oh thank goodness I don't have to. Answering that kind of question feels like a damn test.
Though it got me curious to what type of girls he likes.
Am I gonna fit his criteria?
I'm just some highschool girl anyway. I may joke about being prettiest, but I honestly think I'm plain and boring… or weird. And all I'm ever good at is fighting, which isn't even a normal for any girl to do.
Later on, we got out of the cafe and went some random places again like we always do. And as I follow behind him, I remembered how we first met. He was a complete stranger, and it's pretty crazy how close we are right now.
I wonder if things will stay as it is right now. Or will it ever change into something more?
"About that friend of yours…" he suddenly brought up again.
"Yeah?"
"What's he like?"
Keto, huh? If I have to tell what he's like, it would go like this… "He was very mean before, but he's trying his best to be a little nicer now. He'd always ask me for help with homework 'cause he's not that good of a student. And then sometimes we also hang out to eat some snacks, though I pay for both of us most of the time."
"Eh?! He makes a girl pay for him?!" I almost forgot that Keto doesn't even know I'm a girl.
"Oh uh, I don't really mind. He always doesn't have that much on him anyway, and the snacks doesn't cost that big." A little white lie won't hurt. But I can imagine getting hit on the head if Keto ever hears of it.
"Now aren't you pretty generous." He laughed. "And you seem to be very close with that friend of yours. Is he a classmate?"
"Ah no, he's actually my senior."
"Really?… wait, how old are you exactly?"
"I'm 17."
"Whaaat? I thought you were a little older than that."
It made me realize that I still don't know how old he is as well. "How about you then?"
"19." Cain's two years older?! "Surprising, isn't it? And it's kinda funny that we never knew about that 'til now." He said.
"Yeah, I guess it was kind of funny." Atleast we both know now.
"…and it's a little sad at the same time."
"Why do you think so?"
"We've hang out for quite a while now, and I still know so little about you." That's what I was exactly thinking earlier! "And I wish I can be like that friend you were talking about. I'd love it if I can spend more time with you."
My heart suddenly started to beat so fast that it might jump out of my chest. It was my very first time to hear those kinds of words that is meant for me.
"You were so nice to hang out and have fun with me every weekend, even though we barely have anything in common too. And we're both so different that it's kind of hard for me to tell you something, and I'm really ashamed of it."
"It's fine if you tell me, aren't we friends?"
Cain took a deep breath before continuing. "Promise you won't hate me?"
"Of course I won't! How can I ever hate you?"
"Then… are you okay hanging out with someone who's a poor drop out?" A poor drop out?! I never saw that one coming. Cain always seemed so smart so I never expected him to be a drop out.
"I'm sorry I never told you, I was just scared to lose you because I'm not good enough to be with you." He stopped walking and had a serious gaze at me. "But I'm way more scared that you'll get upset if I never talk about it, or lie about my life."
Seeing how sincere he said it all, I really appreciated that he admitted it so bravely. "You know Cain… even if we don't have anything in common, and even if we're too different, I think that won't be enough to stop me from being interested in you."
I was the first to hold his hand this time. "And no matter what your background is, a persons' feelings what matters most. So I like you for you, Cain."