So, I'm back with another oneshot. This time it's actually a het story. Hmmm... who woulda thought, right? Also, it's the first story I'm posting on this site where Kiyoshi is actually a character. Yay! So, this story was inspired by the song 'Somebody's Love' by Hal Ketchum. The lyrics will be posted as the next chapter, if you want to look at them...Enjoy!-KG64
Nora and a boyfriend break up. Nora comes crying to me. That's how it's been since her freshman year of high school. Admittedly, she hasn't had a lot of boyfriends. But I still don't like seeing her cry like this.
Cause as she walks up to me, tears streaming down her face, I just know. "Nora," I say. "What's wrong?"
"Brad…" she whispers. "I broke up with him."
Okay, this is good. It's not as bad when she breaks up with them instead of the other way around. "If you broke up with him, why are you crying?" I ask, wiping a tear away.
"Because… because I'm so stupid," she answers. "I thought he actually cared, but he was just trying to use me. He just wanted to turn me into another perfect replica of all the other."
That's the thing about Nora. I want to protect her, but she doesn't really need my protecting. She knows who she is and she doesn't try to change that to make someone happy. She's shy, but once you start to get to know her, she doesn't pretend to be something she's not.
But none of the guys she's dated seem to appreciate that. They all want something she isn't willing to give them, and they all want her to be something she's not. I hug her. "Well, his loss, mkay?" I ask her. "Let's go do something, kay?"
She grins. "Bowling?"
We grab our bowling balls and our shoes from our dorms and head to the small alley in the student center. It isn't long before she's laughing. That's another thing I love about Nora. She doesn't hang onto things like that for very long.
"Kiyoshi!" she complains. "You're just like my dad. You can't let me win!" Her voice is teasing, yet frustrated, although all the frustration is directed at herself.
And then life goes on.
Four years later…
"Kiyoshi!" Nora's voice rings through my kitchen. I walk in quickly. She's bouncing up and down. And then she thrusts her hand in my face. "Look!"
"I can't see anything with your hand in my face like that," I remind her.
"Aw, quit complaining," she gripes. "Without my glasses, I can't see anything period."
I laugh and take her hand. There's a thin gold band around her ring finger. Thomas. I smile. "Congratulations."
"I'm so excited!" she says.
I smile. "I'm happy for you, Nora," I tell her. And I am. She's happy, so I'm happy. That's what best friends are for.
Ten months later…
She looked beautiful in her white gown as she says those two binding words, 'I do.' And then… the reception… everything… she was happy.
But now, less than a year later… neither of them is happy. Thomas and I… I don't think he's really realized that I'm not his friend. Well, I am. But I'm only his friend for Nora's sake. He called me the other day and told me things weren't working out the way he had planned.
All I could think was, of course they're not going the way you planned. Nora's unpredictable, and she won't change who she is for anyone.
But he doesn't understand. And Nora's not happy. She's pregnant now, and she's happy about that. But she already doesn't love him. And… I guarantee it's because he doesn't appreciate her the way she deserves. He wants something more. He wants some perfect woman Nora isn't capable of being. Some perfect woman Nora doesn't want to be.
And Nora… she calls me, sometimes at one o'clock in the morning, crying. "I don't know what to do, Kiyoshi. I don't love him. But the baby…"
I do my best to console her. But the only thing I can think is that the baby might be better off with its parents separated. At least they won't be fighting then.
One month later…
"We filed for divorce today," Nora says to me, over the coffee we have every week.
I look at her and say the words that are expected of me, "I'm sorry."
She sighs. "I don't know. I'm just worried. The baby… will anyone ever be—" She stops.
"Be what, Nora?" I ask.
She smiles. "The only guy who really appreciates me is you, Kiyoshi. Sometimes I just wish… don't laugh at me okay?"
"Okay," I say carefully.
"I wish… I wish you liked me as more than a friend. Because… I can't imagine anyone being a better father for this baby. And I love you more than I ever loved Thomas." She's embarrassed, but I only have one thing to say.
"I've been waiting for you to say that for ten years, Nora." And I kiss her. And life is good.