"I want the two of you to start going out," said Ai Shimizu.
Going out? She means dating, right? Me? Mei Shimizu? The two of us?
"No way!" screamed Mei Shimizu and I simultaneously.
The two of us quickly looked at each other with angry expressions on our faces.
"Huh?! Why would you hate going out with me?! I'm smart, I'm funny, I'm easy to get along with, and lastly, I'm beautiful!" screamed Mei Shimizu.
"Excuse me?! Just so you know, I have the highest grade on the entrance in just one try! Girls fall hard on my looks, and your brain is clearly nothing compared to mine!" I said.
"Had! My sister here has beat your score at the entrance exam! If I take that exam, I'll be first too! Oh, sorry, I'm already a teacher, so my accomplishments clearly beat yours!" screamed Mei Shimizu.
Ai Shimizu placed her hands in front of us, attempting to break the fight that we're having.
"Okay, okay, that's enough. We've gone out of topic," said Ai Shimizu.
Mei Shimizu and I slowly sat back down. I continued eating my food and quickly finished it.
"In the first place, it's your fault, Ai Shimizu. Why do you want us as your material for your novel? Great writers can make something out of nowhere, you know," I said.
"It's easier to have an inspiration to write from. That's my style; I write what I see and convey what others feel," said Ai Shimizu.
"Is that so?" I muttered.
The three of us didn't talk any further, and our surroundings were filled with silence. We've run out of topics to talk about, and it seems Ai Shimizu has no energy anymore to continue what she wants to say. But after a minute, she began to talk.
"So, about what I'm saying—"
My phone suddenly made a notification sound, interrupting Ai Shimizu from saying something. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and looked at the screen to see who it was.
"Ah, crap. It's time already?!" I screamed.
I suddenly grabbed my waist bag and took out my wallet. I turned to the Shimizu sisters and bowed my head.
"I'm sorry, I had other plans today. I'll have to go," I said.
"Eh, really? With who?" asked Mei Shimizu.
"Um, I can't tell you that," I said.
"It's probably his girlfriend," teased Ai Shimizu.
"It's not. I'm really sorry, Mei. I'll make it up to you tomorrow," I said.
"Oh, no worries. Take care," said Mei Shimizu.
I hurriedly went to the counter to pay for the food that I ordered. However, I heard the voice of Ai Shimizu saying something, so I turned my head.
"What about the two of you going out?" asked Ai Shimizu.
"Let's talk about that tomorrow," I said.
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The Shimizu sisters were left at the table in a family restaurant. Keisuke Takahashi has already left, saying he has something to do at this time. Mei Shimizu finishes her food, while Ai Shimizu is simply waiting for her.
"We're already 15, yet you're still a slow eater," said Ai.
"It's important to savor every last bite since you never know when you'll die," said Mei.
"Your way of thinking really is weird," said Ai.
Mei slowly drinks her juice while Ai waits for her. Ai is reading a book to pass the time. The two of them have a really close relationship. Even if the two of them always get into a fight, they still manage to be there for each other when they need it.
"He doesn't remember?" asked Ai.
Mei stopped what she was doing and slowly placed the glass on the table. Her eyes have sadness in them, but she's trying her best not to let it show.
"It's been 12 years; of course he doesn't remember," said Mei.
"But you do," said Ai.
"Well, I actually don't remember it exactly. If not for the pictures mom took back then, I wouldn't remember," said Mei.
"He's heartless," said Ai.
"Don't say that. He must've felt lonely all these years," said Mei.
Ai slowly turned her eyes into Mei and turned them back into her book.
"Must be nice," thought Ai.
Ai slowly stood up and picked up her bag, which contained what she just bought.
"Let's pay the cashier," said Ai.
"Let's go," said Mei.
The sisters went towards the cashier with their bags. They took out their wallets and turned their eyes toward the cashier.
"Oh, your table has already been paid," said the cashier.
"What?" said the sisters simultaneously.
"Yeah, the gentleman earlier paid the entire bill for your table," said the cashier.
The sisters were left shocked as they heard every single word that came out of the cashier's mouth. Keisuke Takahashi paid the entire bill for them as his way to make up for leaving early.
"He's a great guy," said Ai.
Mei immediately took out her phone from her bag. She unlocked it by entering her pin code and immediately opened the line to message Takahashi.
"Thank you," typed Mei Shimizu.
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"I'm home," I said while putting out my shoe at the front door.
"Welcome home," said mom.
I immediately went upstairs and opened the door to my room.
"Ah! You started without me!" I screamed.
"Kei-chan, you're late," says the woman in my room.
She has long white hair and is wearing an unzipped black jacket. Her big chest can be clearly seen through her sleeveless shirt. Her hair is also wet; it seems she just got out of the shower. And finally, she's holding one of my controllers and already playing something on my TV!
"Ah! Stop that! Don't make progress that I haven't made yet!" I screamed.
I jumped into her and tried to take the controller from her. We brawled all around my room; she has her feet in my face, and I have my feet in hers. I immediately saw an opening and turned my hand to her belly. Without my knowledge, she already planned to do the same thing I did.
The two of us laughed hard while tickling each other. We rolled around the room without letting each other go.
"Stop it!" She screamed.
"If you stop, then I'll stop!" I screamed.
The two of us continued tickling each other to the point that our noise could reach downstairs. In the middle of tickling each other, I accidentally grabbed her chest. She immediately slapped my hands, and not long after, she slapped my face.
"Pervert!" she screamed.
"Ouch!" I screamed.
By some miracle, I found the controller in my possession. She soon realized this and quickly tried to grab me, but I dodged.
"Give that back!" she screamed.
"No!" I screamed.
Our fight for the controller continued for a while.
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The two of us finally calmed down, and I clearly won the fight. The fight was decided when she realized that what we were doing was stupid, and she gave up. The two of us are in my room right now, and we're just talking to each other about our lives.
"A fifteen-year-old teacher?! Wow, so it really does happen," said my sister.
"Our class loves her," I said.
"You don't?" asked my sister.
I didn't get to speak for a while and avoided looking into my sister's eyes. It's not like I hate her; I just don't want to accept her. She's fun to hang out with, but for some reason, I don't want to get too close to her.
"Aren't you just being prideful?" asked my sister.
"Huh?" I wondered.
"You're just being too childish; you hate seeing someone better than you. That's why you are forcing yourself to hate her," said my sister.
"I'm not," I replied.
My sister sighed.
"I was like you back then," said my sister.
"I'm not," I said.
"Shut it," said my sister. After three seconds, she smiles as she sees that I followed her order, "Let me tell you a story."