Sukisho... Hehe, it's my latest obsession. XD

I know I shouldn't submit this story considering I have two others that are on here that haven't been updated. But those aren't going well. My "punishment for vengeance" story is at a complete halt. I'm out of ideas. As for "Apologize," I have it all written, but barely anyone is reading it.

Hopefully this story has more sucess. I've been writing it without any writers block so far. Hopefully it stays that way.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sukisho or any of the characters.

I lazily opened a pink eye to only be greeted by glowing, red digits. Those red digits on my digital clock read 9:30 am. I groaned slightly, lifting my upper body up to crawl over to the rim of my huge bed. I may have been huge, but one of the halves of it were empty. I slept in a king-sized bed alone. I found that rather ironic.

I was wealthy, twenty years of age, still pretty good looking, but was still single. But the strangest part was the fact that I was a writer. A romance author, if I may add. How ironic, yes? I wrote, witnessed, and breathed romance, and yet I had never fallen in love myself. It's not that I'm desperate or lonely… It's just weird to think that I write about such things, but have never experienced those feelings. I somehow felt like a fraud.

I climbed out of bed, making my way downstairs towards the kitchen. I was still partly asleep, therefore I needed a boost: A little miracle called 'coffee.'

From there, I jumped onto my couch, curled up with my hot cup of coffee, and turned on the television. I ran a finger through my long, rose-pink hair. I had forgotten to brush it before I made my way downstairs.

I awkwardly began to change the channels as scenes that involved young couples making-out popped onto the screen. Everything had a make-out scene in it nowadays… I couldn't escape this twisted nightmare which was love. It tormented me… Told me how alone I was… Sure, it wasn't hard to go out and simply find myself a girlfriend: I was still young, rather famous, and rich. But I didn't want to treat love like some 'fishing' game either.

I winced as one of the channels I landed on had a picture of me on it. "E-Talk daily… What are you accusing me of now," I said to myself in a low, dull tone. They always had something to say:

"Young writer, Sunao Fujimori, finally comes out with a new romance novel," the host began, " But is it any good? According to viewers, they think so. But they also state that they would much rather see our favourite author have some sexy, romantic action himself. Whether he has ever been in a relationship, or is, is still a complete mystery. No camera has been able to spot young Fujimori with a hot date yet. Who knows if he's just shy, or if he is truly sneaky. But we will be certain to catch some footage when the time arrives… Now, turning the tables: This young lady definitely is not as shy as Fujimori… The upcoming news: Is Brittany Spears pregnant yet ag-"

I switched the tv off…

I was sick of it! My name and relationship status was constantly being spoken of everywhere! I could barely even go outside anymore. Now I was beginning to realize why I was so self-conscious about my status. It was always 'Sunao Fujimori this, or Sunao Fujimori that!'

Goodness! I couldn't hide anything from E-Talk.

No wonder you hear about stars trying to commit suicide. The constant drama that surrounds them eventually drives them insane. I was probably at the brink of insanity by now. Man, two years of fame and I was already going crazy.

Shaking those thoughts out of my head, I stood up and went upstairs into my bathroom. Stepping in front of the mirror, I brushed my hair, grabbed a hair tie and put my hair into a neat ponytail that reached my waist. I wanted to go out, therefore I was beginning to get ready.

I didn't know where I wanted to go just yet, but I really felt like getting outside… Even if that meant having to deal with news reporters and crazed fans.

After washing up and getting dressed into a pair of black pants that ended above my ankles and a white sleeved shirt, I slipped on a trench-coat and put sunglasses over my eyes. The lenses were a light tint of pink, matching with my own hair and eye colour. This way, I could hide my face. Maybe I'd be lucky and go about unrecognized. Honestly, my fan base was not as big as some of the other famous people's fan bases. But it was enough for me. I didn't like attention much. But the reporters picked on whoever was available.

I cautiously slipped out of the door. From my door, a path lead to the end of my front yard. Here, there was a giant, metal gate that would take me out into the city. I gently pushed the large gate open, walking through the opening and quickly jumping away from it so that no one would notice that was where I came from. Luckily, I blended right into the crowd.

I glanced around the busy streets. I wanted to find someplace to go… something to do. At the moment, it was 11:00 am. That meant that most of the stores were open. Maybe I'd stop by my favourite café. Yeah, I think I'd do that. At the café, I actually had a friend. She came to recognize me as a frequent customer. Unlike others, she came to understand me and know me as 'Sunao the person.' Not 'Sunao the author.' It was nice to know someone like that.

I went into the café and walked up to the counter, only to be greeted my Miyuki.

"Good morning, Miyuki," I smiled.

She nodded, "Oh, hey Sunao. It's been a bit. Have you been hiding from the public again?"

"Sort of," I laughed. Then I added, "Mind if I sit at the corner table?"

"Sure, no problem. Come on."

I sat down in the booth, taking off my shades and hanging up my coat. It caught me off guard when Miyuki pushed her face closely to mine. She grinned, "The waiter will be with you soon…" she paused, "There's a new guy, you know."

I cocked an eyebrow, "Is that so. Is he a waiter?"

"Yep, your waiter actually. But be nice! This is his first day and he's pretty nervous," she said.

I pretended to be hurt, "Awww, am I that nasty?"

Miyuki giggled, "Not nasty. Just a perfectionist."

"Oh, really?" I played along. Miyuki always liked to tease me.

Suddenly changing the mood, Miyuki withdrew saying, "Hey, maybe he'll know who you are."

I shrugged, "Perhabs…"

She gave me one last bright smile, and then wandered off.

Until my waiter showed up, I merely twiddled my thumbs. Right from the beginning, I knew what I wanted to order. So I couldn't waste time browsing the menu. When my waiter did show up, he looked like he nearly had a seizure. I looked up at him with a concerned glance.

He had spiky, blue hair with matching blue eyes. His name tag read "Sora Hashiba."

"You okay?" I asked awkwardly.

He seemed to pause for a moment, taking in a deep breath. "I-I'm fine. Sorry. I just didn't expect to be serving the Sunao Fujimori," he said.

I attempted a smile, "Yeah. I come around here a lot."

"I heard a rumour about that, but never believed it."

This was a little awkward… I guess he was a fan of mine. Ugh, all I wanted was to order! If this guy was planning on having a full conversation with me, then I'd be sure to cut it off early. It would be best for both of us.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, "So… Do you think I could order now?"

The waiter, Sora Hashiba, stiffened and began to turn red, "Oh my God! I-I'm sorry, sir! May I take your order?"

I gave the poor kid a sympathetic look, "Oh, don't worry about it… I'll just have a slice of cherry cheese cake."

Opps, I didn't mean to make him have a panic attack…

"R-right! I'll do that right away!" he blurted out, quickly jogging away.

Wow, talk about uptight… I told him everything was fine. Though, I guess I didn't blame him. It was his first day working. If I were in his shoes, and had met someone famous on my first day, I'd probably have acted the same. I sighed. Man, Miyuki was right: I was a perfectionist. I don't believe she meant it, but I was beginning to.

After only a few minutes, my poor waiter jogged back just as quickly as he had when he'd left. Except he now had a small plate in which contained my cheesecake. I stared up at the blue-haired boy in surprise. I had never received my order so quickly. "T-thanks," I uttered.

He nodded, "It's my pleasure."

I gave Hashiba a faint smile before picking up a fork and digging it into the soft, creamy surface of my cheesecake. After another second of standing over me, Hashiba turned away, saying in an energetic voice, "See ya! I'll come back in a bit to check on you. Enjoy your cake!" He then disappeared into the heart of the restaurant, most likely preparing to serve another customer. Afterwards, I realized how quiet the café really was. I guess many don't go to a café at 11:00 am to eat cheesecake…. No, that was just my strange routine.

After glancing out of the nearby window for a moment, I turned my head back in the direction of my cake. I lifted my fork up. Before that pastry could touch my lips though, I suddenly began to feel dizzy. "What?" I clutched my head, immediately allowing the fork to clatter onto the table. As the seconds passed by, I only began to feel more ill. I'm not sure what happened afterwards…

I think I may have lost consciousness…

Hope you liked it!... well, so far anyways. It gets better, I promise! Please review!