If I'm Wrong, There's No Such Thing As Right[CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING]

Chapter 5: Declaration of Friendship

Melody laid awake in her bed, guilty as ever. She had woken up an hour earlier than her alarm for some reason, which have her plenty of time to think of Kiku's outburst. And the result she came to made her feel awful. She felt like a horrible host, and she knew that if her parents saw that, they'd be disappointed in her. Oh heck, she was disappointed in herself.
"Oh geez, that boy did not deserve that," she sighed out loud. She glanced at the clock, and decided she would get up thirty minuets early to avoid her shame. Crawling out of bed, she slowly made her way to the shower. When she was finished, she threw in her clothes, did her hair, and went to sit downstairs. According to her wrist watch, she had twenty minuets to spare. So, she decided this would be one of those special school days where she actually got to eat breakfast. But, finding it necessary to punish herself, she poured a bowl of plain Rice Crispies without any sugar or milk.
She was too nice.
She just sat there at the table, eating the cereal by the handful, thinking of how she could make it up to him.
"Maybe I should bake him a cake. But what if he doesn't like sweets? Maybe something more practical, like a watch? Pencils?" God, she was horrible at gift giving, something that seemed to run in the family. She would just do what she always does and give him some cash, but she didn't want to seem like she was bribing him. She sat there in thought for a couple of minuets, when it finally came to her.
"I got it!" she exclaimed, and with a snap of her fingers she zoomed up the stairs. When she came back down, she carefully placed the gift in the smallest compartment of her backpack. Then with a proud smile, she raced out the door and began her walk to school.
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"Woah, let me get this straight. So he throws a tantrum, and YOU feel guilty?" Janett questioned. It was in the morning, and Melody had met up with her friends in the usual spot. After much prying and interrogation, they had managed to get her to tell them the events of the night before. Easy to say, they were not pleased.
"Well yeah! I mean, I was a horrible host!" Melody defended.
"And please do explain, Miss Melody, how exactly you were such an awful host that the always calm Kiku Honda almost knocked your door off the hinges? And you're rewarding him for it with a gift," Sammuel coaxed.
"Yeah! I mean, an apology maybe. But a gift? To much, Mel," Janett agreed.
"Well, think about it from his point of view. He just came from an entirely different country, not knowing anyone or anything. He lives alone, which means he barely gets to communicate with people-"
"Wait, he lives alone? Creepy!" Sammuel interrupted.
"Yes, he lives alone. Which means there's no family here for him to find comfort in. So, we have a friendless, homesick, lonely, and shy foreigner here, and-"
"Wow, you make it sound like he could be in one of those "save Africa" commercials," Janette intercepted.
"For just fifty cents a day, you can give this lonely Japanese boy a friend," Sammuel joked. They both giggled at this.
"AND, he was nice enough to give me a free tutoring session after I somehow IMPOSSIBLY flunked my test!"
"Yeah, how did you do that?" Sammuel asked.
"I don't know! But I did it! And he gives me a free tutoring session! And what do I do? I make him feel even more unwelcome by telling him Sammy basically thinks he's my biggest enemy!" Melody finished with a frustrated sigh.
"Hm.... Well, when you put it that way, you WERE a horrible host! Good job Mel, good job!" Sammuel sarcastically scoffed.
"Sammy, I wonder if your ass ever gets jealous at the amount of crap that comes out of your mouth," Janett scolded.
"I dunno, ask your mom. She's seen my ass before," Sammuel shot back.
"Sammuel you bastard!" Janett yelled, giving a warrior cry before lunging at Sammuel, the latter giving a shriek in reply.
"GUYS STOP!" Melody barked, instantly grabbing their attention. They were in an awkward position, Janett on top of Sammuel with fists full of his brown hair, while the latter laid in a fetal position under her. Well, Sammuel was never really a fighter.
"Guys, grab a room next time, will ya?" Melody teased. They both shot her a dirty look and sat down like normal children, refusing to look at each other.
"Not funny, Mel."
"Yeah, way to make it awkward." Melody snickered at their blushing pouty faces.
"I always loved how you Caucasians could blush so easily," Melody laughed.
"OH PISS OFF!" they both yelled. This only made her laugh harder.