I just suddenly had this new idea for a story when I was falling asleep at 12 AM, and I just had to write it down.
Enjoy!
Mikan's POV
If you asked me whether or not I liked Natsume Hyuuga, I would have a straight face.
Then, I would say, "No."
However, I would be lying.
It's been quite a while since I've had the courage to even think about this, but yes, I like Natsume Hyuuga.
Now shut up and don't tell anyone else.
This is not some stupid shoujo manga where the main character would eventually end up with the cute guy. No, it's not. In fact, it's not one bit close.
I think he has a feeling that I like him, but on the other hand, I have a feeling that he likes me.
I was really happy, but then I knew that he was a flirt. He tries to impress a new girl practically every week.
So I know I have no chance. Did I even mention that he is younger than me by 4 months? I know that it's the 21st century, but I'm one of those people that like it when the guy is older than the girl... you know? (AN: I know, I know, Natsume really is older than Mikan... But I had to do this... Otherwise, it would seem WAY too simple... Hehe...)
I was recently tracing down his every flirt, move, and my conclusion, so far:
He likes my best friend.
If you ever read about the previous chronicles in my life, I know you're shaking your head and thinking, Hotaru?! Natsume and Hotaru?!
Well, let's just say Hotaru changed quite a bit. She is now really popular, now that her cold nature has decreased by about 36 percent. I can't say I'm not jealous of her, but hey, it's life, isn't it?
It was during Dangerous Abilities Class when I asked Natsume, "Hey Natsume, do you like Hotaru?"
He smirked. But no answer. Determined to find out, I remembered what Misaki-senpai had always told me about boys: Look at his face.
So I did. Except the sun was directly in my eyes. I moved to a new, shadier spot with the automatic fireball I was suppose to nullify.
"Natsume, do you like Hotaru?"
Smirk. No answer. But…
…he was blushing.
"Ah-ha, so you do!"
If you asked me whether I was hurt, I would have a straight face.
Then, I would say, "No."
However, I'd still be lying. Lying big-time.