japan lovestory by twins (top reads .txt) 📖

to me with her paint
“It’s not Usui. But it does look and awful lot like him doesn’t it” I said eyeing the picture.
I added a bit of light grey to the back and painted that colour on the edge of his curls to look like they were catching the light. I mixed some gold with the brown and added that colour in the middle of his eyes and argon the edge. Finished. I looked over a Cat’s picture and No mistaking she was drawing Sam with his Black hair and Blue-ish grey eyes. I walked over to Sam on the other side of the room and He was drawing Cat. Her skin was a warm light brown and her eyes were green with a hint of brown. She was wearing a pink top and a green skirt. Yep definitely Cat. The bell finally rang and form now home time. I dropped onto my bed and looked out the window. I go up and changed into a knee length trousers and a t-shirt with me trainers and walked to Thomas’s house. I knocked but nobody answered. Fourth step loose floorboard. Key. I took the key and opened the door. No-one was there. Where was he if this was his house and he doesn’t go to school, where could he be. I walked to the desk the note I gave him laid there untouched. The bed was done up and my blanket was folder neatly on top.
Weird, that night I couldn’t sleep, all I did was look out the window for nearly the whole night. I finally fell asleep reassuring myself that there would be a envelope or note on the window sill the next morning.
Nothing, No envelope or note. I got dressed for school….
(Tuesday)
I got a letter at school today it was parents meeting day next week 20th. My grades and academic reports were going to my teachers and they will show my parents. Usui wasn’t in today and I was sure of that he was really sick yesterday. I went to the tree house again today. he still wasn’t there, where could he be? What happened to him? Did he have an accident? Geez I’m freaking myself out about some guy I met three weeks ago.
(Wednesday, 12th of January)
I got up early and went to school simple answer. No envelope. No note. No show from Usui and No show Thomas. On my calendar I crossed out the 11th, 12th of January and circle them putting no show in their boxes.
(Thursday 13th of January)
Today is last day I’m checking. It’s the last straw. I went to school and Usui still wasn’t in I asked all my subject teachers on my academic grade and they all said that because we still have a week and a half to get results for the for the report depending on our course work in our subject. Presentations, information and something can help you raise your levels before the report is given. I walked home that day wondering if Thomas was there, and was it just a coincidence that Usui and Thomas looked so much alike. That when Usui isn’t in school, so isn’t Thomas in his tree house? I put down my bag in my room opened the box with the keys he gave me and pulled out the spare key to his tree house. I walked there silently and stopped at the rope ladder. Last chance. I climbed the ladder conscious of the wood steps creaking beneath me feet. I stood at the landing just before the door, crossing my fingers I opened the door. No-one. I shut the door with a slam, locked it and climbed down the stairs. On the last step I reached up opened the loose board on the fourth step and dropped the key in without so much of a backward glance. On the way walking back home I stopped at the opening where me and Thomas first met. I sat down on the swing and pushed myself so that I was swinging a little. Something flew through the air to me, it was paper aeroplane. It landed by my feet and I picked it up and opened it. It was plain who was playing this stupid game. I scrunched it up and threw it aside and carried on swinging. Another one sailed through the air and landed near my feet I picked it up and opened it. Nothing. I scrunched it up, picked up the last one and got up to walk back to my house. Another one came I was sure this one was plain as well. But when I bent down to pick, I realised something was written on it. Open me. I opened it. It had a beautiful drawing of a girl on it. A pencil sketch. After a moment I realised the girl was me. I carried on walking. The next one that came said stop and turn around. I scrunched it up into a ball and carried on walking.
“Hey, couldn’t you read it?” somebody said behind me. I kept on walking until a hand gripped my wrist. “Sorry”
“Sorry for what?” I asked without turning. Thomas walked in front of me.
“Sorry for not being there?”
“I s that suppose to be a question? So you aren’t sorry for not even leaving a note? You’re not sorry about making me worry about you?” I asked snapping a little.
“ You were worried about me?” he asked my temper went down quickly as realisation hit me.
“ yes it was like you disappeared as quickly as you came. I thought something had happened to you.” he looked at me funny “ I was worried about you because you was my friend.”
“Come here you.” he pulled me into his chest and hugged me tightly. I wanted to stay like that and keep hugging him but I pulled away.
“Just because you hugged me, it doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you.”
“So princess, what do I have to do to be forgiven by you? slay a dragon?” he asked
“Teach me how to play the guitar, that’s not all, but you have to let me think of any other suitable punishments.”
“surely teaching you how to play the guitar would not be a punishment but a pleasure.”
“when can we start”
“Tomorrow” he turned to walk back into the forest. I put a hand on his arm to stop him.
“Promise me that if you ever have to leave again at least leave a note for me.” I said He nodded his head in agreement. I walked back to my house and threw away the plain papers except for the one that had the pencil sketch and the one he writ on. I pulled my red box off my bookshelf which contained all the notes he left on my window sill (4). I put the red box in the same draw as the black box and put the two papers inside with the boxes. Chapter Thirteen: Diving into trouble, or a relationship? (p.s friends or more?)

Chapter Thirteen: Diving into trouble, or a relationship? (p.s friends or more?)
Guess what day comes in 4 weeks time. My birthday. I’m not looking forward. Last year my mum insisted on knitting a jumper for me as birthday, because last year she worked a lot missing out a lot of time for me. Let me tell you, the jumper, it didn’t go well. She ended up with a too little hole for my head, too big a hole for my sleeve and I short sleeve and another one long. So we went to shopping instead, she bought me a proper grey wool jumper and a cream wool cardigan.
I’m going to quickly carry on, this week was boring I still went to lessons with Thomas (if you’re wondering its guitar lessons). However I only had two lessons this week Thomas, because I spent my whole week course work and revising for assessment, so that I could have a good enough grade for my parents to be pleased. Parents meeting day was on Thursday ( the day before yesterday) I had gotten good enough grades for my subjects, I even got one higher grade than the national curriculum level for P.E. that is the average of what I should get at my age. I spent Friday sleeping and lying in because I had spent the last three nights before PM Day cramming. On Saturday I woke up with a fresh start. I had to see Thomas today I hadn’t heard from him since our last guitar lesson. I pulled on a white vest and on top I wore a thin grey button-down shirt and I put on pink strap shorts. I dragged a comb through my hair and went downstairs.
“Morning Tess, early start today? It’s Saturday though. I could drop you off in town and maybe give you some money to spend, as a reward for doing outstandingly on your assessments” my dad said. We walked into the kitchen.
“As interesting as that sounds, I am going to have to turn down that amazing offer.” I said putting 2 brown bread slices into the toaster. I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of orange juice.
“Turn down an offer of spending my well-earned money? What are you doing today?”
“I am going to meet a friend today.” I exclaimed. I poured out half a glass full of orange juice sipping it gleefully.
“Does this friend happen to be the guy who brought you home once and the one your mother kept talking about?” I choked on my orange juice and nearly had orange juice up my nose. My toast shot up from the toaster. I grabbed the toast and munched on it self-consciously. I drained the glass to the last drop was in my stomach I set the glass down quickly and got out a pair of ankle socks and white converses.
“ it is him, isn’t it?” dad asked walking into the hallway I quickly pulled on my socks and converses.
“Bye dad” I said and walked out the door. I walked round to the back of the house and into the bushes. I stopped shortly at the at the opening where I saw a line of red arrows leading to a different path I followed the path of the arrows, the path wasn’t exactly a path, it was a twisting turning path that went downhill, with lumps of big rocks and small pebbles. I held onto low branches on my way down. I came to a small opening where there was a lake and on the edge there was a sandy shore. In the middle was a little red bridge, which was made of wood. The red arrows stopped at the middle of the bridge. Slowly I walked to the middle of the bridge. I looked down at the lake where the water lapped against each other like dark blue waves of hair.