InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Time Heals? ❯ The real story... ( Chapter 2 )

Normal POV

 

RING!!!!!!

 

“Agh!” She said as she got out of bed. Scrambling to get ready and out of the house before the bus got there she ran down the stairs almost slipping at the bottom. She grabbed a drink from the fridge, threw it into her bag and then threw her shoes on while opening the door.

 

“Lock the door mom!” she screamed hoping her mother would hear and do what she asked.

 

After the bus ride she proceeded with her normal school day routine. Life was as boring as it had always been but there had been a wrench thrown into the mix. At first the wrench was so small she barely noticed it but now it was breaking the inside of the machine and stalling it every now and then until someone kicked the machine into working again. This wrench was none other than a guy.

 

He didn't even go to her school; never had and probably never would. She hadn't even known he existed until the end of summer. Even then he wasn't the big wrench that he was now. He had been more of a loose screw. A friend of a friend: someone new to hang out with.

 

But now he was dating one of her best friends. True this hadn't bothered her at first. Just some guy that her friend would date for awhile then it'd be over. But then it all started to fall into place, far too late as usual but better late then never… or so they say.

 

All the little things that he would do: sit near her on the couch, sit together when watching movies, flirt here and there, bug her more then the others and the little unnecessary touches that seemed to fit for some reason. And like a truck that she didn't want near her, it hit her… She liked him. Shit! That was bad… very bad.

 

Then her mind screamed at her, `You can't like your best friend's boyfriend. That's wrong and horrible. He's taken just move on.' So that's what she tried to do and for awhile it worked. She'd distance herself from him, not enough to draw attention but enough that it made the `getting over him' part a little easier. And after a few days of this it was done: she was over him. `Wow that was easy.' She thought to herself and then continued with her normal, routine and boring life.

 

Again that weekend they all met up to watch a movie and again the truck hit her only this time it was bigger. Fuck! She thought she had gotten rid of this feeling. “Why won't it go away! I can't like him. There's no point to any of this!” So again she tried to get rid of the feeling. And again it worked and again went her routine life.

 

Again the following weekend they watched another movie and this time the truck was no where to be found. `Yes it's over!' she thought and their day went by as if nothing had ever happened. Once everyone had gone home she was proud and pleased that she had willed away those unwanted feelings at last. But then that day began to replay in her head. Why was it that every moment of the night she had been attached to her friend? `No …. Damn it.' She knew why. She had stayed near her friend because that's where he always was. `I thought I was over this!' Where had the truck gone? And suddenly there it was only this time it was bigger and going faster too.

 

She couldn't get rid of it could she? She didn't have the will for it, that much was obvious but there just had to be a way to get away. A blessing in disguise fell form the heavens: he was grounded. Sure he wouldn't see her best friend but at least she would be rid of him for one weekend.

 

And the feeling dimmed again, the truck was gone and life was back to normal. At least she thought it was. Of course she never brought this matter up with her friend. That would almost be like admitting defeat. It didn't matter that her emotions weren't something she could control. All that mattered was that she should not be having these feelings and she would win out over her emotions at all costs.

 

So the next time she saw them she didn't fight the urges. She let them go. She hung out with him like they used to and it was like everyone was friends. No boarders of `can't go that far' could be seen so it was easy. And she thought she had gotten it out of her system because by the end of the night there was no truck. Even later that night when they had left the truck didn't appear. Or the morning after.

 

Then life went back to normal… again. So of course just to through her routine and strict `no thinking of him' rule out the window he shows up at the school. Her friend is no where in sight and he's walking towards her. The first thing out of his mouth? “Do you know where she is?”

 

`Of course he would be asking about her.' She thought to herself why would he have come here for any other reason.

 

“Yeah she's in class. I'll show you where.” She brought him all the way to her friend's class and excused herself to leave as quickly as possible. Too late. They were kissing in front of her so she ducked into a washroom as if to fix her hair.

 

Why couldn't this be easy? Was this suppose to happen? Who knows. All she cared about was getting out of it in one piece.

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So a few weeks went by and nothing went back to normal. She was constantly thinking of him and when she wasn't she was thinking about not thinking about him. When they hung out she didn't think about what she was doing; she drifted wherever she wanted to, close to him or not.

 

She had finally come to terms with it. She liked him. A simple statement for anyone else but for her it was like a shot through the heart. She had admitted defeat and could do nothing about it.

 

She talked to her sister about it and as it turned out she too had a story to tell.

 

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Sis POV

 

When I first met him we clicked; that kind of instant chemistry that you don't typically find. We became instant friends and got to know each other. When my friend introduced us she was dating someone else so I thought he was `free game' so to speak. But she kept making comments about him here and there that she shouldn't be saying if you're dating someone else.

 

Eventually we got REALLY close. My sister even said how obvious it was that he was flirting with me so I gave him some more thought. I found I could see myself with him and that I was very much interested.

 

Then the bullet; he asked my friend out. She just broke up with her boyfriend not 1 week before but what did that matter right? So she stalled giving him the answer and came to me… TO ME for advice. I told her what was best; that she should wait until she had settled down more and her family problems were better sorted out.

 

Then came the bomb. She told him yes. YES!!!

 

Damn my fucking pride took a blow after that one. He not only chose her over me, and no I'm not shallow but REALLY, but she also ignored my advice. She's the one that asked for it anyways, it's not like I offered it up to her.

 

So now I'm getting over it, though I don't seem to be having a hard a time as my sister.

 

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Normal POV

 

Most recently they all went out to see a new movie with a larger then normal group and off course out of the 10 other people there her best friend feels the need to sit beside her. Why? Did God really hate her that badly?

 

But hey she got over that. The movie held her attention better then she could have ever hoped. Of course they all went back to the house after it was over; its their unofficial gathering place.

 

There she avoided him as much as possible and it worked… to a degree. She wasn't constantly attached to either of them but she tended to drift in and out of wherever they were. So of course one of her other friends finally noticed. She said, “You and him look good together.”

 

She was so shocked that all she could do was nod her head and walk towards the kitchen. She stayed there for awhile until it all settled in.

 

He didn't belong to her. If anything he saw her as a `little sister.' He had said so many times.

 

There was no chance of them together because there was just to much in the way: Her friend, sister, his life, her life and so many other things that could easily tear them apart if they ever did get together.

 

So she got all her frustration, tears and pain out by writing a rushed, unedited and short story about it all. Once done she calmed down, thought about everything rationally and thought that maybe all that was needed was time. Time healed all wounds and would heal this one… or at least dull it until it was no longer noticeable.