japan lovestory by twins (fun to read txt) 📕

the key thing a secret of yours?” I asked
“well sorta yes” he took another key out and handed them to me. “here, every time you realise or figure out my secrets one by one I will give you a key, right now you have figured out two secrets. so here is two keys.”
“okay cool these are pretty, I’ve never seen these keys around before.” I said looking at them carefully.
“of course I design them myself then I take the designs to key shops and they make them for me.” He said casually.
“they are pretty.” I said lying down on his bed. “let’s do something together this weekend.” Chapter Eleven: Kisses, Break-ups and Mint choc-chip

Chapter 11: Kisses, Break-ups and mint-choc chip
Bang!
“ Wait Usui, what you’re saying is I was talking to Cat, I walked into a locker door, slipped on a puddle in Front of me and passed out on my first day back at school?”
“Yep pretty much.” He said looking into my face.
I winced, there was a bad lump on the left corner of my forehead. Before I knew it Usui pulled me into a heart-warming kiss, and wrapped his arms round me. My lips were blistering when he pulled away but I couldn’t feel anything. I mean I always imagined how it would be to kiss him, but after this it didn’t feel very special at all. No fireworks, no heat, no nothing. I stared at him with wild eyes. I then felt like I was being spied on a cold stare was directed at me from someone on my right and very cold indeed. It was Renee. She looked like she was ready to pounce onto me like Alice Did to James when she ripped his head off in Twilight. Holy crap.
My cheeks warming I Turned to the Nurse. “I’m fine Now, I can go to class.”
The nurse quickly scribbled a note for me and I snatched it and ran out of the office, right pass Renee, who was staring daggers at me.
Somehow I managed to struggle through the first 4 periods before lunch. That also included me hiding in the library at break to avoid Renee. But there was no running now. Renee had the 4th period with me and I was dying to get out of that class as fast as possible, but she got me.
“Hey, bitch, are you going round stealing other peoples boyfriends as well. Hey Naomi better keep an eye on your boyfriend or she might snatch him right out of your hands. I’ll get you , you better be careful.” She rounded the corner as I stood there stunned. I hadn’t snatched her boyfriend we weren’t even together, and for her information, he kissed me. I didn’t have any intensions on stealing when he was your guy. I’d never swooped so low for a guy before and I never will. If she thinks I’m gonna bend under her threats she’s got another thing coming.
By registration I was all cut out to get whatever consequences she wanted me to get. But I didn’t get any. Instead, she came up to me and said , “ you can have him, yeah he was popular and cool and good-looking, but I’ve got a new guy now and he’s way better. He’s captain of the football team. Keep your hands of this one or I swear I will get you back for whatever you’re gonna do. As they say if the old ones don’t go how will the new ones get a chance? You can have Usui he wasn’t that good anyways.” Apparently her and the football captain had hooked up in the broom cupboard things got hot in there and bam they’re together, plus now everybody knows that Usui had dumped her.wow. how times change.
I got home feeling quite relaxed. I didn’t see Thomas for quite a few days. I’m guessing he’s up to his usual, spying and drawing. That night I wondered when I could talk to Thomas again. I haven’t seen him for a long time and the weather in Japan hadn’t gotten any better I mean it’s still freezing cold outside. I wonder if he was warm enough in his little tree house. Oh well. I drifted off and started dreaming about America again. There were glowing lights that filled the darkening skies with a bright glow and how the streets filled with chatters of people along the streets. How their breath came out white and was disappearing into thin air, how their breath seemed to mixed with the steams coming from their hot cups of coffee or tea that they were sipping in the cold evening chatting and showing their friends around. Big buildings as tall as skyscrapers were towering over their heads. I missed America so much still.
Saturday. That morning I woke up with I loud clap against my window. It stirred me out of my sleep, I tried to ignore it but it repeated, lazily I walked up to the window quick enough to see a dark shadow disappearing into the trees. There was an envelope on the window sill outside that was covered with slight frost. Unwillingly I opened the window and gingerly stuck a hand out to grabbed the envelope and shut the window without another glance. I opened the envelope that was written with the same familiar handwriting I knew.
Tess,
I know you wanted to spend the weekend together meet me outside at eight like last time. I promise this time you’ll find out another secret about me. Dress warm it’s cold, just to let you know, I’m wearing the mittens you gave me, they keep my hands warm.
Thanks
Thomas…
Great and he couldn’t have told me earlier. I only have half an hour. So that’s why he was hitting my window he was trying to wake me up. Great. I showered and brushed my teeth as quick as I could, pulled on a pair of black skinnies, red t-shirt, pulled a Grey fleece jumper on top and put on my Cream coloured wool coat on top. Wrapped my white scarf round my neck twice. I put my white mittens inside my brown shoulder bag, with the rest of my stuff. Went down the stairs silently put a note out for mum pulled on my white converses and slipped out into the cool morning air. I checked my watch I as I went and was met by Thomas standing there Wearing a black fleece coat, a clearly visible black jumper underneath and a predictable pair of black jeans and black converses. Black, black, black. Always the predictable black and of course as he said he was wearing the black mittens I got him. He was right on time unlike most guys who were either early or late never, and I say never, because it is never. They are never on time. Never right on the dot. But he was right on eight ‘o’clock not one minute earlier or one minute later of eight. Typical guy.
“hey” he said as I looked at him I could feel the warmness of his breath kissing the tips of my cheeks. Shit I’m going bonkers, why would I ever describe him like that I didn’t use to describe that about any of my friends in America. All we use to say was don’t breath in my face.
“hey” walking beside him as he walked forward.
“do you want to stop by the coffee house first for some coffee?” he asked as he took off his mittens . he caught me looking. “sweaty hands”
“sure if you want to. Why so early today?” I asked stifling a yawn
“I want to show you something but with that yawn you’re trying to stifle I think you need your morning coffee first, and maybe some breakfast for us both.” He said with a gentle smile. Slowly knowing that there was snow crunching under my feet, I walked over to him. We started walking and I was sure that our hands were brushing each other, but he made no move to show he figured so I stayed silent, but for the rest of the journey we stayed quiet. I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned around to face him and pulled his hand into mine. Electric went through my to my heart and did another cycle.
“what’s the matter you’re awfully quiet this morning. Is something wrong?” I asked I could see sorrow and pain through his eyes but why?
“Nothing’s wrong.” He said and that was all. But he held my hand the rest of the way. We picked up our warm cups of coffee and warm bacon sandwiches. We sat down on a nearby bench and ate in silence. Then we went to a flower shop and he bought some Flowers. Why? All morning I have been asking why. But he didn’t answer one of those questions. The silence went on and he lead me into a cemetery. Why? He walked up to a grave and placed the flower on top.
“ My dad passed away 2 years ago after I moved back to Japan with my mom . he had a heart attack one day and passed away.” He said into the cool air. The cold wind grabbed at me whipping my hair into my face .
“was he the one who taught you how to play the song?” I asked gently.
“yes, today’s the day he passed away two years ago. He taught me that before he died, he told me he sang it to my mom when they first met.” He said I walked against the wind towards him and put my arms round his waist and hugged him hoping he’d feel better.
“it’s fine , I’m sorry I’ve been so silent all morning I’ve been thinking about my dad. I’m so sorry” he said pulling me closer and wrapping his arms round my shoulder. I leaned my head against his heart.
After a while we walked out the cemetery and through a park.
“Let’s walk around for a bit” he said. So we did nothing improved until it was later in the day and we were going into the shopping mall. I went in after him, and his mood seemed to pick up when he saw kids smiling and laughing about. His eyes lightened and a smile came on his face. It was really awkward when we broke from that hug I mean I’ve only met him for three weeks now and I’m hugging then guy already? We walked around in a few shops and decided we should spilt up and meet at the entrance of the mall at 3. So we split up. I went round into all kinds of shops. Until I came to one. It showed gemstones and meanings and all kinds of astronomy and gemstones things so I went in. I looked around and found a wrist band it was