A/N: Please, please tell me what you think, okay? Anyway, this story is dedicated to thPeekaBoo and kimkissu07. Heehee. :D So anyway, please enjoy.
Disclamer: I don't own KHR.
Love Triangles Never Last
(Chapter One- A little bit of both)
"Haru," he started. "I love you."
He stared at his face in the mirror, feeling pathetic with what he's doing. Never once in his life had he done this practice-on-the-mirror thing. But he could already imagine what could happen, the rejection and its opposite. She'd kiss him or she'd give him a strained smile and say sorry.
Somehow, he doubted neither of them would happen. Haru is a strange and surprising girl. Who knows what she'll do? Then again, maybe it was just his intuition.
"Get a grip." He told himself while looking in the mirror, watching how his face looked when speaking. Well, this sure was brain-wrecking. And he wasn't even with her yet!
And if he won't get moving anytime soon, he's going to miss their date.
--
"Where are you going, Haru-chan?" Kyoko asked with a grin on her face. Miura Haru was all dolled up, donning her favorite jacket with a blue shirt beneath.
Her hands straightened her jean skirt as she looked at the other girl. "It's a secret!
The orange-haired woman pouted while the Miura laughed. Everything's been alright lately. And so, Kyoko was concerned. Peace like this doesn't really last that long. Was she the only one who noticed?
"Well, Haru's going!" She announced and hugged Kyoko goodbye.
The other girl closed her eyes and let the hug linger for a while. Before letting go, she said, "Be careful."
--
He whistled as he waited on a park bench. He couldn't keep the grin off his face and looked up. The sky was blue, the birds chirped and the clouds were puffy and white. What a perfect day! For him, anyway. He was going on a date with Haru and he was going to confess. They've known each for years now. Although, he wondered, what would happen to them if he gets rejected?
"Hello," a voice broke him out of his thoughts.
He turned his head at the source and the grin on his face widened.
"Hi, Haru," he greeted back. "Let's go!"
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Sometime on the date, he tried to hold her hand. Yeah, tried. They were walking on the street, side by side, when he gently held her hand with his. At first he thought it was okay but suddenly, she raised her hand and pointed somewhere so he had to let go.
"L-Look! A wiener dog!"
Strike one.
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On the movie, he tried again. There was no popcorn since they've just eaten so he thought it was okay. He put his hand on top of hers. Again, at first, he thought it was fine, but suddenly, she removed her hand from his and grabbed her cell phone from her pocket. Somehow, he doubted anyone called or texted her.
Strike two.
It was starting to hurt though.. how she neglects him. Should he still 'fess up?
--
They were on the train and they noticed that there was a pickpocket in sight. Out of instinct, he put his arm around her shoulders. It stayed for a while, two stations. But on the next station, the pickpocket went out. Haru suddenly whispered, "You can remove your arm, Haru's okay now."
Strike three.
What is he going to do? 'Fess up or mess up?
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They were at her door. She was about to come in when he said, "Wait!"
She turned and faced him, a smile on her lips and her eyes sparkling under the moon. "Yeah?"
His heart thudded dramatically, like it wanted to go out of his ribcage. He took a deep breath and calmed himself for a moment. "Haru," he says and puts his hands on her shoulders.
"I love you, I really do." And the bomb has been dropped.
Her eyes went sad and there wasn't a smile on her face. He couldn't move. Suddenly, he realized that Haru was leaning in. And then, she kissed him. He was blown away.
Joy bubbled up inside him. The kiss was short, he didn't even kiss back. Staring at her face, he wondered why she looked so sad. She sighed.
"I'm sorry, but we can only be friends." She said grimly, opened her door and went inside. He let the words sink in for a moment. Friends, right? That wasn't so bad? Oh, who was he kidding!
And you're out!
He's still a baseball nut through and through.