Free Rain by Amanda Sun

for two beside a salaryman on the red leather bench. He sat, his back pressed against the window, and looked up at me. I took a step forward, but Shiori brushed past me and sat down next to him, resting her bag on her lap. Guess I’m standing. It was fine, though. Shiori probably needed the spot anyway. I wrapped my fingers around the metal pole, trying to take it in stride.
    “Katie, sit down,” Tomo said, starting to lift himself up.
    “It’s okay,” I said. “Shiori needs to sit.”
    She beamed, a little too proud of herself. We were both trying to be thoughtful, but I worried she was reading into it too much. I took a breath as the train lurched into motion. She didn’t have anyone but Tomo looking out for her. I had to trust him to let her know if things went too far.
    Tomo rose out of his seat. “Sit,” he said. His eyes searched mine, apologetic. I felt awkward to sit next to Shiori, but standing would make the situation worse, like I was being difficult. I sat down beside her; neither of us looked happy.
    “So, Tomo-kun,” Shiori tried. “I have three more weeks of school and then that’s it.”
    He nodded. “Not long now, ne? ”
    “That’s exciting,” I attempted. Shiori smiled, but it was forced. I could see that.
    “Thanks,” she said. “So why are you headed this way, Tomo-kun? You couldn’t be going to Myu’s house...?” Tomo winced at the mention of his ex-girlfriend. Obviously he wasn’t going there. Why was she messing with him?
    “We’re going to some mystery place,” I said, trying to lighten the tension. “My guess is possibly the zoo, but he won’t tell me.”
    “Oh, I love the zoo!” Shiori said. “Tomo’s taken me many times.”
    Tomo looked as uncomfortable as I felt. I knew she was like a sister to him—why was she trying to make it sound like more? But then I looked at her face and the look in her eyes. Oh. She wants it to be more, doesn’t she? He protected her, stood up for her through all the bullying. He was her knight in shining armor, and I was in the way.
    “We like watching the lemurs, right, Tomo-kun?”
    Tomo folded his arms, leaning the back of his head against the metal pole. The beams of light from the window lit his hair like a flame. “It’s the red pandas I like.”
    Shiori’s voice was quiet. “Right,” she said. “The red pandas. I forgot.”
    “Lemurs are cute, though,” he added, trying to soften what he’d said. “Anyway, Katie and I aren’t going to the zoo, but we are going on a date.” The words startled me, since he’d been too indirect to say it like that before. Then I realized—he was trying to get the message across. He was trapped, but he didn’t want to embarrass either one of us.
    Shiori’s face fell. “Oh.”
    This whole thing was stupid. Couldn’t we just come out and say how we felt? Tomo and I were together, but I didn’t want to hurt Shiori.
    “You can come with us,” I blurted out. Tomo raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. “It’s more fun that way anyway, right?”
    “Oh, I’m too busy,” Shiori said. “I have that appointment, and then I need to stop for a couple things we need for dinner.” The train was slowing, pulling into the next stop, and the motion sent an elderly man’s bag skidding across the floor. Tomo dashed after it, returning it to the bowing, grateful man. Shiori leaned into me while he was gone, her voice low. “It’s a shame you don’t know how to cook Japanese food, Katie. How will you ever keep a Japanese man happy?”
    Did she actually just say that? “Sorry?”
    Shiori sighed. “It’s pathetic, you know, trying to steal Tomo from me.”
    My mouth opened, but I had to force words out. “Steal him?”
    “Tomo-kun and I have been inseparable since we were little. You think you’re going to change that?”
    My stomach twisted; I’d never heard Shiori sound like this. “I’m not trying to get between you.”
    “I don’t need your pity invites to everything you do.