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The twilight hour was upon Lars as he laid in his bed, tossing and turning, his head replaying Misaki’s proposal to him.
Don’t you want someone more…punctual?
At the time, he maintained his love for Beth, the first girl who had ever taken interest in him. He thought he had meant it, too, but now, as he thought about how Beth would arrive late to their dates if she wasn’t straight up standing him up and how frustrated that would make him feel, he was beginning to wonder what a date with Misaki would be like.
Some part of him knew how fucked up that was, to be thinking about another woman, but he couldn’t help it, not when he was sore that Beth set up a trap for him. He had been cool about it before because that was his character, he was cool about everything! But in the quiet chambers of his heart he was hurt over Beth convincing Misaki to come on to him.
If there was one thing Lars had learned during that encounter it was that Beth didn’t trust him, even after all of his time. He had taken it upon himself to limit his contact with other women and to try to become engaged in the stupid things Beth liked, like investigating old ruins. As far as he was concerned, he had thought he was the perfect boyfriend. But now he wasn’t sure Beth thought that of him, which left him thinking about Misaki, who had asserted she would treat him right. It didn’t matter her words had been a set up by Beth. He was thinking about it.
What would the people of Olive Town even say if he did choose Misaki? When they walked down the street together, would people say they were a…balanced couple? The whispers he normally heard as he strolled along with Beth was;
“How is he with her? She’s so frumpy and ugly!”
And as much as Lars was loathed to admit it, he too wished Beth didn’t dress like a fifty year old grandmother. Her clothes were reminiscent of the 70’s, except even the women of the 70’s had a slightly better fashion sense. Beth’s hair was always wild and untamed as well, which Lars had thought was a unique feature on her until he realized she just didn’t care to do anything with her hair. The other women of Olive Town seemed to take pride in their appearance but not Beth and it was weighing on him.
It wasn’t like he wanted her to wear a dress, or a skirt. Some tight jeans with a cute tank-top would be sufficient for him. Something she could ride on the back of his motorcycle with comfortably. Misaki was usually well dressed for motorcycle rides-casual pants and blouses that hinted at her womanly figure, unlike Beth who he never knew had breasts until he got that ugly granny sweater off of her.
That night had been a mistake, one he was hesitant to make again, despite the way he felt about her because she had given him a yeast infection. She wasn’t clean down there, she knew nothing of hygiene, and maybe that alone was making him think of Misaki who at least smelled of the food she cooked. He sighed, sliding his arm underneath the pillow.
I can’t date her any longer.