I woke up to the bright morning sun, Hikaru was still asleep. I looked down at him. Why do I have that dream? That dream of the Fountain Girl, the Sleeping Girl, or any name you'd like to call her. She was odd, like a dream. I've told Hikaru about the recurring dream, he seemed concerned but now he's probably forgotten, after all, he's not the one having them.

It started when we were in our second year of middle school, sheltered, anti-social, and bored of everything, yeah, that was us. But when we walked over to our spot by the fountain, where we would sit on the edge and play video games. But this time was different, this time we couldn't sit there, because a girl was sleeping there.

We weren't shocked of course, a little taken a back maybe? I mean, there was a foreign girl sleeping on cold concrete like it was a comfy bed, one wrong move and she could fall into cold water.

We sat there, contemplating whether to push her away, move to the other side, or just walk away, when we heard her mumbling. "If we push her in, she might hit her head on the concrete, and then we'd have a whole lot of trouble…" Hikaru said.

"Maybe we could just go find another place to sit." Honestly, it was weird we were even discussing this.

"Loud…" the blonde mumbled as she rose, rubbing her eyes." She looked up at us with far away, green eyes. "What are you doing?" she said while trying to stifle a yawn.

"We kinda wanted to sit there." Hikaru said coldly. "So, move."

She tilted her head. "No please?" she said with a smile. "But I was here first, maybe you can sit next to me?"

"Let's just go, Kaoru." Hikaru turned around, I followed him.

"Before you go," she yelled to us. "Could you tell me something?"

"Nah, don't really feel like it." We said in unison.

"Please?" she asked. She was short, maybe a first year here? No she didn't have a uniform, maybe visiting? I thought as we turned slowly. There was something about her that made us want to stay.

"What do you want to ask?" I asked her.

"I'm visiting someone," Bingo, guessed it right. "And I just want to ask if you know him, see he's a little late." She giggled. And that ladies and gentlemen, that was the first time I genuinely thought someone was adorable. How pitiful.

"Sorry, but we don't exactly know many people here." Hikaru shrugged.

"He's a third year." She tried to further narrow down who it was.

"Then, we definitely don't know him." I said.

"Oh well," now she shrugged. "Thanks anyway, Mon Ami." She smiled. Oh, then she's French, that explains the accent.

"Mon Ami? Doesn't that mean my friend? Hate to break it to you, but we're not your friends." Hikaru said, once again, coldly.

"It's a term of…" she paused for a second, probably trying to find the right word in Japanese. "Endearment?" she put a finger to her mouth. "Is that it?" I could tell her Japanese wasn't the best, maybe she lived in France then.

Hikaru scoffed. "You're the French, aren't you? You should know." She glared at him.

"I was raised in France, yes, but my Japanese is still…Learning." I had to smile, Hikaru full on laughed. She gave us a confused look. "Was that not right?" she asked.

"No." I said, trying my best to hold back a chuckle.

"Work on your grammar." Hikaru said.

"Oh." Then she eyed us carefully, then realizing she was still sitting down and having to crane her neck, she stood up. "I've only been to Japan once before, and I was only here for a week." She paused. "So, I apologize for any incorrect usage my your language." She bowed, her golden locks falling in front of her face.

I found I was at least a six inches taller than her and her large green eyes seemed to look into my soul when she looked at me. The school bell rang, signaling school was over, not long after I heard some loud voice calling "Mon Ami!" she smiled at us.

"That is my friend, I'll be in town for a couple of days, I hope to see you again." She bowed again before running to hug another blond headed idiot.

"Let's go." Hikaru started walking, he seemed upset, but I kind of knew he was a little happy; we had met someone who seemed not a total and complete waste of time. That was a first.

Of course all good things must come to an end, we never saw her again, and I have been having a recurring dream of that encounter occasionally, since then. I found it a little weird, considering she didn't seem that important. We never actually saw who it was she ran up to, I once considered it being Tamaki, but he never mentioned her, so I just thought maybe some exchange student…How stupid was I?