Liking Someone... Liking Her
"Hey Monika!"
Running towards my best friend, she turns back at me and waves back. One of the only people who doesn't ignore me everytime I act really annoying and obnoxious. Actually maybe the only person who hasn't ignored me at least once. Unless it's online cause she's busy a lot and doesn't spend that much time on her devices.
"What's up Sayori? You heading to class?"
"Yeah! How 'bout you?"
"I just need to finish this poem real quick and I'll head to class. I'll see you at the club after school. To bad we're not in class otherwise I'd come with you."
"Y-yeah"
I'm stuttering again. Damnit! She's a girl. She's my best friend for goodness sake. I can't be acting like this. I'm- supposed to like MC not Monika. Thinking about MC, to bad he didn't stay in the literature club for more than a day and joined the anime club. We barely get to see each other even more now cause the anime club is on at different times to the literature club. Well it's not all bad. Monika has been spending more time with me instead but that's also because she knows my situation.
Upon arriving at my homeroom classroom, I see some of my 'friends' approaching me. Yay, more pretending to be someone I'm not.
"Sayori! So you're in the literature club right? So you must know Monika. We heard that she's going out with you little boyfriend."
"Boyfriend?"
"You know, your childhood friend, MC? It would make sense, they are in the same class after all and I see them talking to each other outside of class more often than not."
"I even saw them out shopping together once."
Something about those words make my heart stop for a bit. Monika and MC together. Yeah I should be jealous but jealous of Monika and the fact she's dating the guy who's my childhood friend and the guy I supposably like but no. Monika isn't the one I'm jealous of. I've gotten over my feelings for MC a while back. I know he could never like a girl like me and now that I notice it, he's kinda of plain and boring. I was blinded by our long term friendship at the time and the fact I HAD to have a crush on guy was also a role in it.
"Well, I'm happy for them. I mean my best friend and childhood friend are happy so why am I to stop them?"
"You really are an airhead. Don't you like MC too? Why are you letting Monika take him away from you?"
"As long as they're happy, I'm happy!"
"If you say so."
They walk back to their desks as the teacher walks in. Another boring homeroom. Another boring class. Sitting there bored and not understanding anything. I jot down some poem ideas in the corner of my page. I still haven't finished my poem for the club today.
Love is beautiful
Love is amazing
Love is...
Difficult
Finding the one for you
Finding the one who wants you too
How am I supposed to finish this?
Love is beautiful
Love is amazing
Love is...
Difficult
Finding the one for you
Finding the one who wants you too
Especially when the one you want has someone else
Especially when you just want them to be happy
But she'll never be happy with me
When she has him who she likes
No I can't write that. That's too... obvious.
The classes throughout the day are just as boring as the last until it's finally finished. Time to head to the club where Monika and the others are waiting. Even after the festival and stuff, it's still just us. Me, Monika, Natsuki and Yuri. Just the four of us make the literature club but by the end of the year, the club will disband. No one will be in the club anymore. They'll all graduate and I'll probably not but I can't continue this club alone. Monika was the reason for this. Without her in the club, there's no point in me being here. Even on the small chance I pass my classes and graduate, I won't be able to see them as much. I'm guessing Monika is going to some prestigious university, MC, maybe some community college or something, Natsuki, probably gonna start a bakery and Yuri, I don't really know what she'll do, she's kinda hard to read sometimes. Everyone else, I just don't know. I know so many people but no one else are truly my friends, I'm just the comedic relief. There to make people smile. So in the end, they'll all leave me, leave me like I'm nothing. Just some kids toy they just toss away. Sure I was fun at first but after a while I get boring. Talking about the same things over and over again.
"Hey Sayori! Fancy seeing you here. Let's head to the clubroom together."
Monika. She's so nice... but she's like that to everyone. I'm no different from anyone else. If she bumped into Natsuki or Yuri, she would have headed to the clubroom with them too. She's just nice to everyone. I'm not special. Especially to her. I'm just a burden. Like an annoying younger sister or something.
"Sayori..."
She stops in her tracks. Oh no. What did I do?
"Something's up. Tell me. You're more down than you usually are."
"It's nothing... It's fine..."
"Sayori. You always say something to fill up any silence. Even when you're down. It's only on the rare occasions you're like this. So tell me, what's wrong?"
My heart. Oh damnit! I can't just ignore her now. She knows me too well... But what should I say? That I'm madly in love with her but I don't want to ruin her relationship with MC or how I know that liking another girl is weird or how I think I'm so useless that I don't deserve her or anyone's love and affection.
"You can tell me whenever you feel comfortable."
She pulls me in for a hug. Slow down heart. She's gonna find out.
"For now just relax. Ok? Don't feel like your burdening me if you tell me. Ok? We're friends, aren't we?"
"Thanks Monika..."
After a minute or more, I don't really know, I pull away.
"We should head into the clubroom. Yuri and Natsuki are probably waiting for us."
"Right but just another reminder. If anything's bothering you, you can just tell me. Ok?"
"Yeah."
Faking a smile back on my face we head into the clubroom and like I suspected, Yuri and Natsuki are already in there. A bit closer than I thought they would be but still, who am I to barge into their personal life. They both jump back a bit late, like they forgot they were hugging??? kissing??? before we arrived.
"You two seemed awfully close. You finally together?"
"M-monika! I-it's nothing like that!"
"Yeah! Why would I be with Yuri? What are you thinking?"
"Just wondering."
"Well you're 'wondering' wrong! No way would I be with Yuri! We have nothing in common!"
"Ok. We should start with exchanging our poems. We're already behind schedule since we took a bit to get here. How about Yuri and Natsuki exchange and me and Sayori exchange first. Is that alright with you guys?"
"Sure"
"Yeah... I guess"
"Yeah. Natsuki, let's go over there. Shall we?"
Natsuki follows Yuri to the corner of the classroom and they exchange.
"I still haven't finished my poem, so it's only like half done. I just didn't have any ideas for the next part of it"
"Let me see. Maybe I can help."
"Here."
I hand her the piece of paper that I ripped out of my notebook earlier that day. Obviously the part I crossed out was ripped off but there was still a tiny bit of the crossed out pen on the bottom of the paper but it's barely noticeable. For most people that is but Monika pays attention to lots or small details. I know this. She points out the most smallest things like she's superhuman or something.
"You said this wasn't finished but there looks like there was more?"
"Yeah but it didn't make sense so I just crossed it out."
"Well tell me. Maybe it does. You might be overthinking things again."
"I forgot what I wrote. It was in the first period. I just remember it didn't make sense so I crossed it out."
"Oh... How about my writing tip of the day! Since you're struggling with your poem. I think a tip you need would be. If you're struggling to find something to make sense in your poem. Try going out for a walk to a park with a friend, lover or anyone you care about. A park is a great place to bond with someone and come up with inspirations for any sort or writing."
"Thanks... Maybe we could go to the park after the club then. I mean if you're not busy on a date or something..."
"A date? You think I'm dating someone?"
"Well... Yeah? I've been told that you've been hanging out with MC a lot lately and apparently people have seen you two on dates and stuff."
"Me and MC? No way. Yeah maybe at first I liked him but he's kinda boring when you get to know him. He doesn't really have a personality if you know what I mean. Kinda like a... what's it called... an otome game main character. Like they're made to not have much of a personality so whoever's playing can kinda relate to them."
"Maybe..."
"But to answer your question, sure. We can go to the park after this."
"Really?"
"Yeah. We can finish up early so we can get there before sunset but anyways maybe you could try finish that poem either tonight or throughout the weekend. Ok? Can you promise me to at least try?"
"K."
Turning back to the others, she tries to see what they're doing (which is probably holding hands in the corner)
"Are you two both finished yet? Sorry, we're taking a while. Maybe we can finish up early today and we can share our poems again next week."
The two love birds then whisper something to each other and they nod in sync.
"Fine. I guess. W- I have something tonight to get ready for."
Natsuki cutely stands up and leaves the clubroom without second thought. Yuri then follows closely behind.
"Seems like they're going on a date or something."
She chuckles with a cute smile on her face. This is why she's popular with the guys. She's just- wait no! Again, she's my best friend. I can't be thinking that way about her.
"Sayori? You're spacing out again. You sure you're ok? If you want to talk about it, I'm listening."
"Nah. I'm fine. Sorry..."
"... Ok... If you're sure."
Something after that just seemed awkward so we just walked to the park in silence.
"Sayori... Umm... So your poem was about love... Do you like someone? Youdon'thavetotellmeoranything!It'scompletelyfine!Iwasjustcuriousand-"
"Yeah... I think I like someone... But I know they won't like me back. I'm so stupid to even like this person. They're popular and stuff. Pretty too. But I have no chance."
"Sayori! Anyone would be lucky to be loved by you! Confess! They'll say yes. I know it. You're a wonderful person and anyone would be sure to love you. I mean... I..."
She goes silent. Like she said something she wasn't supposed to.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
"Nothing. Just confess to the lucky guy on Monday! I'll be there supporting you! If you need we can come up with preparations tonight. It's not like we have school tomorrow so we can stay up late- Sayori? You ok? I know it must be hard to confess to the one you like. I'm not forcing you. I don't even have the courage to confess to the person I like as well."
"You like someone?"
"Yeah. We're teenagers. Of course I like someone."
"Well yeah... That's reasonable... Of course you do... He's really lucky. All the guys like you so no matter who it is, they'll probably like you..."
Why does it sound like I'm breaking. Breaking like this means so much more to me than it should. I should be happy after all. My best friend likes someone. I should encourage her not be jealous.
"Sayori... It's not a guy... It's a girl. I think I like a girl... I... I think I like you... The sky looks nice. It looks like some sort of romance movie confession or something. I'm sorry. I wasn't meant to say anything about my feelings but what's done is done I guess. You can't change the past... unless-"
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̷̢̙̣̯͕͚̗͕̞͌̾͒̅́̾̇́̒͋̒̕̕͠g̷̢̣͕̪̙̪͉̮̺̳̱̩̠͒̊͜à̵̡̡̢̡̼̺̯͇̖̬̫͉̘͙̝͓̬͔͙̈̎̓̈́̉̒̀́̀̑̐́͝ͅm̵̢̦̟̟̯͚͇̹͕̳͇̗̂̀͑̋ͅȇ̸̢̧̛̱͉͉͎͖̭͔̝͒̓̐͗̂̒̄̇̋̒̚͠f̴̧͈͍̩̻͇̻̟͎͓̗̻̲̺̋͂̈́̇̆̍̓̔̈́͜͠ͅį̵̧̣̯̻͓͕̮̠̮͔̤̘̼̾̍̽̃̄͋̄͋̑̃̕͠ļ̴̡̡͙̞̯͈͉̯̹̼̟̘͓̩̻̩̰͖̓̀́̿́̊̋̀̚̚͜ẹ̷̢̢̛̣̩̫̗͇̗̫̥͔̠̺̘̓̇̄̓̎̃̍̍̇͑̾̃̐̕̕ş̸̝͔̘̼̈̽͆̊̈͑͛̀̊͊̅͝ ̶̛͓͔͔̘͔̊̍́̀̔̏̅̒̌̍̔̂̈́́͊r̴̢̧͓̘̩̹̰̥̱͚͎͗̂͆̎͜ę̶̡̳̰̤̫̩̲̜͉͙͉̖͎̪̪̘̳̲͍̠̾̂͂͐̇̈́̾̂͌̀͘s̷̢̨̢̡͈͇͍͓̟͍̣͕̝̟͇͕͕̺̿̽̏̿͜e̸̦̱̿̓̃͊̇̈̈͒̕͘͝͠ț̶̨̨̡͙̖̰̀̆̾̈́̽̽̓͒ ̵̢̧̧͔̟͖͓̯̜͖͕̖̱̪̠̼̖̫̞̟̀̀̋̓̇̾͗̇̀̽̌̓̀̂͠ͅŝ̶̡̳̞̲̰̳͇̘͈̝̽̾̇͊̕͘ͅͅͅu̴̮̟̲̻̼͉͒͆c̵̗̘͚͈̲͎͕̒̃͊̿̎͊̍̉̓̉c̶̲̩̜͚̰̲̩̥̰̤̖̳̯̦̽́̇͐̅͗̃͋̈́͆̄̕̕͘͠e̵̢̡̝̱͍͇͈̻̻͎̍̀̃̈͑͌s̶͓̥̲̱̪͖̪̳͉̪̩̹͔̓̔̈́̏̓̊̓͑͛͊͘̕͝ş̸̧̪̘̣̘͇̠̱̫̣͕̟͚̮̥̓̓̎̄̓̓̍̌̆̑̓̋̀͑͂̕͜͝ͅf̸̢̧̨̡̪͖͙̝̜̝͔̝̯̫̖̖͉̞̦̪̤̊͗̈̒̈́͌͂ú̸̡̼͈͙̺͈͜ļ̴̠͓̰̖̻̥̞̻͙̖͙̰͈̗̥̖̅̅̽͋̌͐̎̽̒̐́̀̀̅̃̃̕̕͘͝͝l̷̨̙͙̫̱̤̙͎̝̲̠̻̪͔̲͊̔̊͋̂̽̑̊̕͜y̸̨̪̏̇̽
̸͚̝̤̟͖̬͕͕̳̱͖͙̔̓́́͂̊̋̍̎̂̌̂́͆̓̕͝͠͝ͅͅͅṕ̶̻͉̙̹̲͇͍̭͉͛̃͗͆̃̚͜͠ŗ̴̛͙̫͉̻̲̺̪̯̟̭͈͉̟͂̈́̿̿̊̕̚o̷͔͎̖̼͖̣͚͛̾̔̾̐̄͆̈́̽̃̿͊͗̒̓̔͠ͅt̵̺̞͎̀̃͂͑̃̓̅̃̓͑̕̚͝͝͝a̵̧̧̨̝̭̰̲̳͂̀̌͆͜͝͝ͅg̸͙͔̱̗̖͔̰̥͉̻̠̟̀õ̷̧̕n̶̡̟͉̥̩̲͠i̸͔͙̳̹̬͑͗̒̽̓ͅş̶̡͎̥̼̰̹̘̙̝̝̟̺̝̲̫̦͔͋̀̂̋̇͗͌̑̚͠t̶̨̧̧̨̝̪̦̘͖͖̜̗̖͈̔̎̍͌̈́̾̄͒͛̾͋̍͐̏̐̀̚̕͘͝ͅͅ ̸͚̐̏́̽̂́̂̈́̀̓͘͘̚͘͠ḑ̷̨͉̯̦̠̺̘̫̖̪̙̲̌e̴̢̧̠̖̼̮̳̹̥̱͖͈̜͚̭̦̳̺̲̞͠l̷̢̜̺̪̟͈̮̎̐̿̽̇̀͂̿̅̌̈̆͝͝ę̸̝̝̖͈̩̝̫͔͖̠̯̭̦̘̫̼͔̌͒͗̑̍̄̄̒̄̆͂̒̈̽̐̓͠t̷̼̹̩̪͙͉̓̀͋ę̶̻͙͇̈́͊̍̿͘d̴͖̈́̅̅̇̔͠ ̴̧̧̮̤͚̪̘̤̼̫̜̜̪͕̲̗̿s̴͚͈̖̯͔̝̭̲̃̔u̵͗̊͋̿̊̈́͊̑͌̈́͋̀͋̈́͂̀̂͝͝ͅç̸̧͎̲̬̣̫̘̣̟̫̬͕͈̑̏̊́͊̊̽͗̓͗̎̿̃̕̕c̷͙̬͈̯̯̰̦̤̈̊̽ȩ̷̧̛̦̥̫͈̤̩͍̯͕̭͋̾̄͂̑̋̍̋̌̾̈́͗̀̂̕͘͠s̴̰̈̔͌͛̽̋̀̚ś̵̢͎̭͔͕̼̙̠͍̦̪͎̄̅̔̔͛͑̄͐̌̚f̷̢̧̡͉͖͕̥͚̖̙͙̺̱̏u̷̢̡̝̱̝̾̐͌l̵̨̖͉̭̲̳͖͉͙͉̫̪͍̪̬͉̯̠̮̖̿l̸̨͖̱͎̜̥̟̯̦͉̯̭̭̯̹̠̺̠̠̞͊ͅÿ̶̢̡̢̧̫͈͎͙̼̟̗̜̪̯̻̹͕̯́͑͐̿̄̉̀̎̒̎̈́̿