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13
I looked around the familiar room. It hadn't changed much since I was here last. Actually, the last time I'd been on this couch I'd gotten her bra off without her noticing. I inadvertently started smiling at the memory.
"Yeah, it's been a while since you've been here, huh?" I nodded. "So, what's wrong?" I looked at her in surprise. "Please, you haven't changed THAT much," she laughed.
"I'm graduating in May," Maki's eyes widened.
"Wow. That's weird. I didn't expect them to graduate you already."
"Yeah, me either."
"Are you seeing someone?"
"Oh! I'm not trying to - I mean, the reason I came here wasn't to rekindle anything or - " I protested.
"I know that!" she laughed. "I just ask because that's part of why they graduated me."
"...what?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess I never did tell you that. My graduation wasn't supposed to be for another year or so, but somehow they found out about us and, well, sped it up."
"You should have told me."
"Yeah, there are a lot of things I should have done." She shrugged. "It wouldn't have changed anything anyway."
"What should you have done?"
"What do you mean?"
"I just... you screwed up. We both know that. But... I don't know what to do. So, what should you have done? What should I do?"
Maki sat there and studied me thoughtfully.
"Just tell her. Knowing you, you'll probably try to ease into it, but..." she shook her head. "just tell her. With Miki the way she is, she'll tell you exactly what she thinks. If she wants to work through it or break up or whatever, she'll tell you immediately. I can't really see her giving you up that easily, anyway."
"Who told you it was Miki?" Maki shook her head.
"You can be really dense sometimes, you know that? Miki's not exactly subtle. She's been staring at you since she got here. Sometimes you couldn't even hold a conversation with that girl when you were in the room."
"Damn, I must have been better than I thought," I muttered.
"What?"
"Nothing." I sighed. "Just tell her, huh? Do you have any idea how hard that'll be?"
"Just an inkling," she replied dryly.
"Sorry."
"It's fine. It's ancient history. But, uh... you know, if you two do break up, feel free to call me."
"Thanks. That means a..." I looked up. She was grinning. "You, uh, you don't mean to talk."
"Well, I'm sure some talking would be involved," she purred.
"That's it, I'm leaving," I said, standing up. Maki started laughing.
"I'm just teasing you. Well, mostly."
"What is it with people lately? Aya's all but propositioning me every time we meet, Sayumi's hanging all over me calling me her prince, I can't even get onstage without being molested by someone, and I'm pretty damn sure that Takahashi grabbed my ass on purpose during filming the other day."
"Hmm, let's see. You're charming, you're funny, you're a huge flirt, your job requires you to wear skimpy outfits and gyrate around a stage, and, oh yeah, you're infinitely doable."
"'Infinitely doable'?" Maki looked thoughtful.
"Would 'bangable' have been a better word choice?" she asked as she walked with me over to the door.
"We always have the strangest conversations," I laughed.
"That's for damn sure." She paused. "Seriously, though, just tell her. If it's meant to be, it'll all work out." I nodded.
"Thanks." She opened the door.
"No problem. Now go, my flittering pimp, go!" she exclaimed, smacking me on the ass before shutting the door behind me.
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Sorry for the weird chapter.