Foolish Teenager☆

Rin: can u open the door

Miku answered the door to her front house, wearing short sweat shorts and a loose t-shirt with some band Rin didn't know on it. 

"Rin!" Miku said, trying to hug Rin, who stepped back, glaring at the girl in front of her. "What's wrong? I thought you weren't angry,"

"I'm not angry at you for what Gumi said. That wasn't your fault," Rin said.

Miku looked relieved. "Oh, then, what's-"

"I am mad," Rin said loudly, "about something that was your fault,"

"What?" Miku asked, cocking her head. She looked sad, and confused. Rin almost felt sorry for her, before remembering why she came in the first place. 

"I would rather fucking kill myself than be a lesbian," Rin repeated the words Miku had said in the video.

All of the color disappeared from Miku's face. Her mouth was open, just like in the video. Rin could have laughed at the similarities she could now spot.

"Well guess what, Miku, I'm a fucking lesbian, so go ahead, tell me to go off myself!" Rin practically yelled. "or are you worried I've infected you? You can't show me off like a purse puppy just because I was stupid enough to think you actually gave a shit about me!" Rin's voice broke on the last word. She was panting, finally saying everything she had been thinking all the way over. 

"Rin, please listen to me-" Miku pleaded, but Rin turned away.

"I'm done listening. It's about time I started learning how to think for myself," Rin said. And with that, she walked away, back down Miku's street, away from the teal-haired girl, who's sobs she could still hear echoing through the street.

"I fucked up, I really fucked up this time," Rin could hear Miku saying to someone through the open door. She glanced back for just a second to see Miku collapsed in the doorway, sobbing, being hugged by a boy with the same hair as her.

Rin pulled her eyes away from the pair. She was done with that.

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Everybody was waiting anxiously for her in the living room when Rin returned to Fukase's house. 

"Rin? How did it go?" Len asked, jumping up immediatly.

"I said what I needed to," Rin said, taking a few shaky breaths. 

Len put his arms around her, and Rin burst into tears once more. For the second time that day, she held onto her brother as she cried and cried, letting Fukase and Flower hold her up and lead her back to the couch. All three of them wrapped their arms around Rin, engulfing her in a hug. Rin leaned against Flower's shoulder, wiping tears off her own cheeks. 

"Thank you guys," Rin whispered. 

"Anything for our Rin," Flower replied softly, planting a soft kiss on top of Rin's head in a motherly fashion, comforting her just as she needed to be. 

"I'm proud of you," Len said. "I'm glad you said what was on your mind. Do that a few more times and you'll be invincible."

Rin laughed through her tears. "It felt... nice. To actually tell someone when they were wrong for once,"

"You should try street fights next," Fukase suggested.

"Don't push it," Rin replied. 

"What do you want to do? To celebrate standing up for yourself for the first time?" Len asked. "We could watch a movie, or play Just Dance, or I could invite Piko..."

"Invite Piko, and Oliver. Let's just do whatever we feel like," Rin said.

"Who are you?" Fukase said, looking at her in shock. 

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Rin had picked Sailor Moon for them all to watch. Oliver was asking questions every three seconds, Len was once again leaning against Fukase, half asleep, and Flower was attempting (and failing miserably) to braid Piko's hair. Rin said on the couch, in the middle of it all. With all her friends.

She had told herself she didn't want friends anymore. That they caused more harm than good. She didn't think she had anyone to consider a friend. But looking around at these people, Fukase, Flower and Len, who had ditched school because she was upset, and Oliver and Piko, who had come over on two seconds notice to watch Rin's favorite show with her, these were undoubtably her friends. Rin felt extremely fond of all of them in that moment, as annoying as they could be, as stupid as their ideas were, she would much rather have friends who looked out for her and loved her, rather than girls who couldn't accept who she liked. 

"Rin, who's that girl?" Oliver asked, pointing at the screen.

"Sailor Mars," Rin said for the third time that afternoon. Oliver had trouble keeping track of the names of all the different Sailor Scouts. 

"Tuxedo Mask is my ideal man," Len said sleepily.

"What was that?" Rin asked, trying not to burst out laughing.

"Nothing," Len said. 

"You wound me, babe," Fukase said sarcastically, pretending to stab his own chest with an invisible knife. 

"Animated man," Len corrected.

"Better," Fukase said. 

They ended up staying at Fukase's house until into the evening, with both of Fukase and Len falling asleep. Flower had taken her Switch out of her backpack and was cursing under her breath at Super Mario Bros. Piko and Oliver were playing their fourth round of Uno, all of which Oliver had won somehow. 

Rin took out her phone, noticing a string of notifications from Instagram. Sighing, she opened the app to see a long string of new messages from Miku. Without reading any of them, Rin hit the block button. 

"I'm sorry, Rin," Flower said. She had put down her game and was looking over Rin's shoulder at her phone.

"Why are you sorry?" Rin asked. "I feel like we've all been saying that too much today. Let's just stop apologizing,"

"Do I get a free pass on bullying Fukase without having to apologize?" Piko asked, looking up from his hand of cards.

"You always get a free pass on bullying Fukase if I'm the one in charge," Rin said, looking over her shoulder to grin at him.

"I know you liked her," Flower said once Rin had turned back to her. 

"I've thought I liked plenty of people. Then I moved on," Rin said.

Flower smiled. "You're a strong girl, Rin-Rin."

Rin shook her head. "I'm just a foolish teenager who finally understood that not everyone says was they mean. It's nothing special,"

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