The Love Letter Lovelies
by Glee-chan
13.
Saturday afternoon Shiho woke up almost at noon. The night before she left Sora's house in the dead of night. The pretty girl lived so far away it took her over an hour to get home on foot. She was so sweaty she had to take a second shower, which was fine with her. She felt like a whore. By the time she went to bed it was way late, and even then it took her forever to get to sleep.
The thing that bothered her the most was how her body reacted to Sora's touch. She wanted it. For a brief moment she had forgot about liking Makoto and wanted Sora to be hers. But Sora couldn't see her. All she thought of was Kaede. That loathsome Kaede. And with that in the equation Shiho didn't want to be touched like that. Even if part of her wanted to just let Sora touch her again, while the other part wanted to punch her.
While she was leaving Sora's the night before, the pretty girl had sobered up and apologized repeatedly. But Shiho couldn't trust herself to be alone with her anymore. Whether it was Sora who broke or herself, she didn't want to end up doing something she regret. As she slept she could still feel Sora's touch on her breast, her tongue in her mouth. She wanted more… but not so much that she'd be willing to be a sex toy to Sora.
Groaning she sat up and reached the night stand for her glasses. She couldn't find them. Throwing the covers off herself she searched her tiny room and still couldn't find them. Getting dressed she returned to the bathroom to see if she left them there, but they still missing. Dread filled Shiho mind. She must of left them at Sora's house. Now that she realized it, she could picture them perfect sitting on Sora's desk next to a picture of Kaede wearing cat-ears.
"Damn it."
Finding her old pair, Shiho put on her glasses and decided to return to Sora's house. Maybe the night had cooled the other girl down. She borrowed her brother's bicycle and left. Her heart beat faster. The thought of seeing Sora again filled her heart with both dread and excitement. She hated herself for the last part.
As she rounded the corner, she saw an Onsen Inn. She passed it many times before, but on learning that Kaede lived in one of those she wondered. She didn't have to wonder much longer as just as she passed the entrance she saw the girl in question walk out the Inn's exit holding a bag of trash. She stopped her bike and the two looked at each other for a moment.
"Inoue-san. I didn't recognize you with those glasses." Kaede said after she dumped the trash into the bin.
"Hey." Shiho looked at her. There were noticeable red marks on her neck. "I live down the street… Dragon's Diner."
"Oh." Kaede looked vaguely interested.
"So…" Shiho felt awkward. "…did things work out between you and Mako-chan?"
"Yes." Kaede nodded her head. Her ponytail bobbed with the head movement.
"D-Did you… um… you know…"
"Hmm?"
"She spent the night… and both of you didn't come to school the next day…" Shiho stammered.
"She got me sick. So we stayed in." Kaede confessed.
"Oh… So, I guess you're feeling better." Shiho pushed her glasses closer to her nose.
"I'm a bit tired. Mako-chan is fine though. She went home this morning."
"She spent the night again…" Shiho felt a javelin go through her chest.
Kaede paused, staring at her. Sora was right, she seemed to be reading her thoughts. "Not that it's any of your business, but we haven't done that yet."
Relief flood her. Shiho tried to act like she didn't care though. "Oh."
"I don't think she's ready and I don't want to rush things." Kaede told her. "Don't worry about Mako-chan. I won't hurt her ever again."
Shiho felt fire in her belly again. "You better not. If I see her cry because of you I'll-"
"I'll let you." Kaede finished. "I love her."
Another spear through the chest. "Great. She loves you, you love her, it's so fucking fantastic isn't it?"
There was an awkward quiet between them then Kaede said. "I know you care for her. I won't let you down."
Shiho nodded her eyes starting to water. "Better not."
Kaede bowed her head, then returned back into the Inn. Shiho sniffed her nose and resumed her bicycle trip. That stupid kendo-girl. Deep down Shiho knew that everything Kaede had said was true. Makoto was in good hands and it burned her up inside to realize that. After her experience with Sora, she knew the girl better now and understood her a bit more. Kaede really did care for her. What hurt her the most was not being rejected by Makoto, it was accepting it. That hurt the worst.
Her mind was on that as she rolled up to Sora's house, so she had no nerves when she rang the door bell. But her mind was snapped back into reality when she realized that what she buzzed wasn't a door bell it was an intercom. Some man's voice came through a speaker causing her to jump out of her skin.
"Hello? Who's there?"
"Uh, I'm a friend of Sora-sans…" Shiho felt flustered talking to the intercom.
"Please wait a few moments."
Shiho stood there, feeling like a peon. She forgot that Sora's family was rich. Shiho's bedroom was in the basement of her families restaurant… which was the size of Sora's closet. After a few minutes the door opened and Sora's image emerged. She looked beautiful, even on a Saturday when she was obviously hanging around the home, she still was dressed in such fashionable clothes. Shiho felt inadequate again as she just dressed in whatever was comfortable. On seeing Shiho, Sora had a genuine surprised look on her face.
"Inoue-san? I thought… the way you left….I thought you hated my guts."
"I don't." Shiho looked away remembering the night before. "But I didn't come to talk about that. I left my glasses here."
"Oh." Sora hopped a bit in place. "Please come in."
Entering, Shiho looked around, wondering if the man's voice from the intercom was lingering around. But it was just them. She kicked off her shoes and followed Sora up the grand staircase up to Sora's room. Before they entered, Sora stopped at the door.
"Uh…" Sora looked uneasy. "It's sort of a mess."
"Why? It was spotless last night."
"I sort of… Well I threw a fit." Sora raised her eyebrows and gave a strained smile. "I hated myself for what I did and… well I took it out on the room."
"Oh." Shiho suddenly felt bad. Maybe she had been too hard on Sora. But then she remembered how the night before she felt like trash, and decided she wasn't. Sora needed to feel that bad.
Opening the door, Sora allowed Shiho to enter. The pretty girl hadn't exaggerated. The room was a complete mess. Her closet was empty and the clothes were thrown all over the place. Her bed was flipped over and from the looks of it, Sora must of slept on the ground in a pile of her blankets. The books on her bookshelf were all knocked off and laid sprawled like roadkill flattened in traffic. Even the posters on the wall were thrown off The only place that wasn't touched was thankfully the desk were Shiho's glasses still stood.
Finding a path she walked over to them and reclaimed them. She replaced her old glasses with her stylish frames. Her eye sight improved just slightly. Pocketing her old glasses, Shiho turned to leave, but Sora looked completely miserable. She could have easily left without another word but something made her stay.
"I like those better." Sora ventured.
"Thanks." Shiho felt tense.
"Inoue-san… I know I said this a million times, but I really am sorry." Sora just came out and said it. "I was out of line."
Looking around the destroyed room, Shiho gave a small smile. "I can tell you're sorry. Let's just forget about it, okay?"
"Thanks." Sora looked relieved. "I just can't believe I- Anyway… I'm glad you don't hate me."
"Why? I mean I'm glad you care, but why? Why do you care if some girl don't know hates you or not?"
"We have a connection." Sora ventured a smile. "I realized it last night after I calmed down. We were able to talk like we've known each other for years. Despite the Kae/Makoto thing, I'd like us to still be friends."
Breaking a little, Shiho thought she could let Sora off the hook a bit. "You can be really sweet. You're the kind of person who wears their hearts on their sleeve, huh?"
Sora laughed a bit, her crooked smile lighting her face. "When I'm happy, I'm really happy. When I'm mad…" she gestured at the room. "… and when I'm horny….well. I guess I should come with a warning label."
"It's amazing you and Ozawa-san worked so well." Shiho joked a little.
"I'm starting to think we didn't." Sora frowned. "I was so in love I saw what I wanted."
"I'm sure she cared about you in her own way." Shiho attempted be nice.
"Not in the way she cares for that Makoto girl."
Shiho really didn't know what to say to that. She didn't want to tell her about what she learned from Kaede on the way over, that was for sure. Sora was bound to freak out again. If there was anyone in the room who had to get over the ex-love it was Sora. What if she did something crazy again? Feeling a bit troubled at the idea forming in her head, Shiho thought maybe it was best for Makoto if she took Sora out of the picture. She couldn't believe she was considering it after the night before.
"Hey, can I talk to you about something?" Shiho swallowed, feeling she needed to go all in.
"Sure."
"It's about Mako-chan. I still like her, but I know that ship has sailed. So I was thinking… maybe you could help me get over her."
"You were against the idea last night." Sora spoke bitterly.
"I'm not talking about being sex buddies." Shiho rubbed her left arm with her right hand. "I mean going out on dates… talking to each other… you know…normal stuff."
"You're asking me out?"
"We don't have to a couple… but we could go out. It'll help me get over Mako-chan, I'm sure of it." Shiho looked at her socks. "I get it if you don't want too. I'm not asking you to fall for me or to betray Ozawa-san. I… I just don't want to be alone anymore."
Sora looked thoughtful. "You mean you're not going to pretend I'm that Makoto girl?"
"No. I want to go out with Sora-san not Mako-chan." Shiho said clearly. "I want to get to know you, not live in Mako-chan's shadow."
"I don't know." Sora gave a painful expression. "What if.. what if I become like I did last night?"
"I won't go out with you if you're going to pretend I'm Ozawa-san. Plus I thought after freaking out last night you couldn't do that to me again." Shiho looked back up into Sora's eyes. "I guess it's a dumb idea."
Sora walked over to her mattress and pulled it back over it's box spring, then sat down on it. "You want to go out, huh? Do you even like me, or am I just the only person you think you can ask?"
"I have lesbians friends… but that's what they are; friends. I can't allow myself to think of them that way. Plus you're really hot."
Snorting out of surprise, Sora laughed, then covered her nose from embarrassment. "Did you just call me hot?"
"Is that a problem?"
"No." Sora laughed again. "It's just that you're the first girl to call me hot."
"Well you are." Shiho adjusted her glasses on her nose. "I'm a bit plain… I might not be your type, but going out on a few dates should be alright."
"Don't talk yourself down, you're really cute." Sora quickly said. "Going out with someone like you would be great. But I'm still afraid…"
"I'm not asking you to love me." Shiho repeated.
"But… what if I do fall for you? Could you accept me?" Sora asked. "You know about my past and… how I act in the middle of my passion?"
Looking Sora directly in the eyes Shiho said with pure honesty. "Having a girl like you who cared for me? That would be the best thing ever."
Appearing somewhat in a trance, Sora smiled widely. "If you sweet talk me like that, I might just fall for you."
"Then you'll go out with me?"
"Only on one condition." Sora looked serious. "If we make it to three dates, then we should be an official couple. By then we should know if we're using each other as substitutes. If that's the case, then we should just be friends. I don't want to hurt you like I did before."
"You read my mind." Shiho smiled.
Sora stood up and walked closer to Shiho. "So… is kissing allowed on these dates?"
"I-I don't know." Immediately feeling nervous, Shiho stuttered. "If you think you can control yourself then I'm okay with it."
Walking even closer, Sora stopped directly in front of Shiho and leaned her body forward. Shiho's whole body quivered in anticipation for the kiss. But it didn't come. Sora used her finger and pushed Shiho's glasses up her nose. "We're not on a date yet, Shiho-tan."
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