Disclaimer : I don't own Sailor Moon
AN: This fic is based on Jessica Simpson's song,
"I think I'm in love with you" ^_^ I love this song!
It's so cute and sweet =9
Usagi is 15 and Mamoru is 18 ^_^ This fic is in Usagi's POV.
E-mail me at emichan9@yahoo.com!
Mrs Millington is an English teacher by the way ^_-;
It's a bit weird that Usagi is doing English when
she can speak perfectly, but umm hey, it's based on
Japanese school ^_^; Oh.. but the teacher's name is
English... Oh crud... -_-;;
And do excuse the slightly corny fic title ^_^;;
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A Love As Sweet As Sugar
by Artemis
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ONE
"Ohhhhh it's the last day! Why do I have to
stay back to do extra work?" I wailed.
"Well Usagi, maybe if you worked harder you wouldn't
have to?" Mrs Millington frowned. "It's only two sheets
of work!"
I frowned back, but then looked down on the sheets of
work. Besides, Mrs Millington was usually a nice
teacher anyway. I might as well do the work.
"Has? Have?" I muttered, utterly lost with the English
language. "What? Oh, why do we have to learn English?"
Mrs Millington ignored my pleas and she just sat there
at her desk marking papers.
"Passed... past?" I frowned. "Past... I guess...????"
I guessed half the answers on the sheet, then handed in
to Mrs Millington.
"Done already?" she asked suspiciously.
"Um, yes?" I smiled weakly.
"Let's mark it now," Mrs Millington smiled.
She looked through it and I got 10 out of 30. Not too
bad, but not fantastic either.
"Usagi, I think you need to go to tuition classes or
get some help for your English. It's dragging down your
grades," Mrs Millington advised me.
"But I really am trying hard!" I told her.
"I know," she nodded and sighed. "Here, I've got a few
pamphlets for tuition classes. Just look through them
and talk to your parents about it."
"Okay," I nodded reluctantly and took the pamphlets.
I hurried out of the class room, eager to go home and
enjoy the summer break. As I left the room, I bumped
into someone who was coming in. I dropped my bag and
my pencil case fell out, crashing to the floor and my
pens flew everywhere.
"Sorry," was the careless reply and whoever it was just
walked into the class room.
"Hey! Wait!" I shouted angrily.
I looked up and met a pair of dark blue eyes. I shut up
immediately and froze there. There standing in front
of me was a very visually appealing guy. Very, very,
very visually appealing. Enough to make my anger
dissapear slightly.
"What?" he asked, annoyed.
"Aren't you going to help me?" I frowned.
"No," he shrugged, then walked into the room to
Mrs Millington.
I watched, peeking from the door quietly. Whoever this
guy was, had a split personality or something. I saw
him smiling to Mrs Millington and they laughed about
something as they talked. I frowned. So a junior school
girl wasn't worth stopping to help? Fine, not like I
thought he was good looking anyway..... I picked up my
pens slowly from the floor as I kept checking back and
watching Mrs Millington and the guy. I wondered if the
guy liked Mrs Millington or something. Not that I
could care less, but if he did, he was in for a
surprise. Lots of guys liked Mrs Millington because
she was young, pretty and sweet. But she uses her
maiden name for teaching because she doesn't really
feel the need to change it after she got married.
So not most of us know she's married. I kind of hoped
that guy would find out and give up on Mrs Millington.
It wasn't fair. Why do guys have to be so superficial
and judge on looks anyway? I tried not to be so
depressing and finished picking up my pens and I was
just about to leave when the door opened again and
someone bumped into me. I heard my pencil case spin
out of my bag and my pens scattered out. Oh great.
All I wanted to do was get out of this stupid
building!
"Are you okay Usagi?" Mrs Millington asked, seeing me
crouched on the floor.
"I'm fine thanks," I smiled.
I glanced at the guy who was responsible yet again and
he didn't say a word. The nerve of that guy!
"Well, I'll see you later Mrs Millington," the guy smiled
a bit, then hurried off.
Mrs Millington smiled back.
"Do you need any help?" she offered.
"No, it's okay," I smiled as I finished picking up my
pens as quickly as I could.
Mrs Millington nodded, then she turned to walk back
into the class room.
"Mrs Millington?" I called her back.
She turned around a smiled, "What is it Usagi?"
"Who was he?" I asked curiously.
"An ex-student of mine," Mrs Millington told me. "He just
came to visit me."
"Oh," I nodded. "That's nice."
Mrs Millington just smiled, then turned away. So maybe
that guy had reason to come and see her.... Oh well,
not like I should care anyway. He just happened to be a
good looking guy who I'm attracted to..... Damn.
I sighed and sat by my window after dinner. I watched
the stars and the bright, full moon. I was looking for
a shooting star, but I couldn't find one.
"I should get over that guy... He's just like any other
good looking guy I see. Not worth feeling anything for
because I won't see him again," I sighed.
But it was strange. I couldn't get over him. Usually,
if I saw someone good looking, my feelings would die
down after a few minutes and I'd concentrate on something
more important like what I wanted to eat or buy or the
Sailor V game at the arcade.
"Oh, get out of my head already!" I shouted, frustrated.
I kept imagining his face smiling and laughing with
Mrs Millington. He looked so nice and so sweet then.
I closed my eyes and felt a cool breeze through the
window. It was summer. I had all of my summer break to
get over this guy. And I probably would. I opened my
eyes just in time to spot a shooting star. I clasped
my hands together and then wished something I had
dreamt of for so long.
"I wish that I could find love as sweet as sugar," I
whispered, watching the shooting star.
I only managed to say it two and a half times, but that
was good enough for me. Feeling a little better and quite
satisfied, I lay on my bed and drifted off to sleep.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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AN: This fic is based on Jessica Simpson's song,
"I think I'm in love with you" ^_^ I love this song!
It's so cute and sweet =9
Usagi is 15 and Mamoru is 18 ^_^ This fic is in Usagi's POV.
E-mail me at emichan9@yahoo.com!
Mrs Millington is an English teacher by the way ^_-;
It's a bit weird that Usagi is doing English when
she can speak perfectly, but umm hey, it's based on
Japanese school ^_^; Oh.. but the teacher's name is
English... Oh crud... -_-;;
And do excuse the slightly corny fic title ^_^;;
------------------------------------------------------
A Love As Sweet As Sugar
by Artemis
------------------------------------------------------
ONE
"Ohhhhh it's the last day! Why do I have to
stay back to do extra work?" I wailed.
"Well Usagi, maybe if you worked harder you wouldn't
have to?" Mrs Millington frowned. "It's only two sheets
of work!"
I frowned back, but then looked down on the sheets of
work. Besides, Mrs Millington was usually a nice
teacher anyway. I might as well do the work.
"Has? Have?" I muttered, utterly lost with the English
language. "What? Oh, why do we have to learn English?"
Mrs Millington ignored my pleas and she just sat there
at her desk marking papers.
"Passed... past?" I frowned. "Past... I guess...????"
I guessed half the answers on the sheet, then handed in
to Mrs Millington.
"Done already?" she asked suspiciously.
"Um, yes?" I smiled weakly.
"Let's mark it now," Mrs Millington smiled.
She looked through it and I got 10 out of 30. Not too
bad, but not fantastic either.
"Usagi, I think you need to go to tuition classes or
get some help for your English. It's dragging down your
grades," Mrs Millington advised me.
"But I really am trying hard!" I told her.
"I know," she nodded and sighed. "Here, I've got a few
pamphlets for tuition classes. Just look through them
and talk to your parents about it."
"Okay," I nodded reluctantly and took the pamphlets.
I hurried out of the class room, eager to go home and
enjoy the summer break. As I left the room, I bumped
into someone who was coming in. I dropped my bag and
my pencil case fell out, crashing to the floor and my
pens flew everywhere.
"Sorry," was the careless reply and whoever it was just
walked into the class room.
"Hey! Wait!" I shouted angrily.
I looked up and met a pair of dark blue eyes. I shut up
immediately and froze there. There standing in front
of me was a very visually appealing guy. Very, very,
very visually appealing. Enough to make my anger
dissapear slightly.
"What?" he asked, annoyed.
"Aren't you going to help me?" I frowned.
"No," he shrugged, then walked into the room to
Mrs Millington.
I watched, peeking from the door quietly. Whoever this
guy was, had a split personality or something. I saw
him smiling to Mrs Millington and they laughed about
something as they talked. I frowned. So a junior school
girl wasn't worth stopping to help? Fine, not like I
thought he was good looking anyway..... I picked up my
pens slowly from the floor as I kept checking back and
watching Mrs Millington and the guy. I wondered if the
guy liked Mrs Millington or something. Not that I
could care less, but if he did, he was in for a
surprise. Lots of guys liked Mrs Millington because
she was young, pretty and sweet. But she uses her
maiden name for teaching because she doesn't really
feel the need to change it after she got married.
So not most of us know she's married. I kind of hoped
that guy would find out and give up on Mrs Millington.
It wasn't fair. Why do guys have to be so superficial
and judge on looks anyway? I tried not to be so
depressing and finished picking up my pens and I was
just about to leave when the door opened again and
someone bumped into me. I heard my pencil case spin
out of my bag and my pens scattered out. Oh great.
All I wanted to do was get out of this stupid
building!
"Are you okay Usagi?" Mrs Millington asked, seeing me
crouched on the floor.
"I'm fine thanks," I smiled.
I glanced at the guy who was responsible yet again and
he didn't say a word. The nerve of that guy!
"Well, I'll see you later Mrs Millington," the guy smiled
a bit, then hurried off.
Mrs Millington smiled back.
"Do you need any help?" she offered.
"No, it's okay," I smiled as I finished picking up my
pens as quickly as I could.
Mrs Millington nodded, then she turned to walk back
into the class room.
"Mrs Millington?" I called her back.
She turned around a smiled, "What is it Usagi?"
"Who was he?" I asked curiously.
"An ex-student of mine," Mrs Millington told me. "He just
came to visit me."
"Oh," I nodded. "That's nice."
Mrs Millington just smiled, then turned away. So maybe
that guy had reason to come and see her.... Oh well,
not like I should care anyway. He just happened to be a
good looking guy who I'm attracted to..... Damn.
I sighed and sat by my window after dinner. I watched
the stars and the bright, full moon. I was looking for
a shooting star, but I couldn't find one.
"I should get over that guy... He's just like any other
good looking guy I see. Not worth feeling anything for
because I won't see him again," I sighed.
But it was strange. I couldn't get over him. Usually,
if I saw someone good looking, my feelings would die
down after a few minutes and I'd concentrate on something
more important like what I wanted to eat or buy or the
Sailor V game at the arcade.
"Oh, get out of my head already!" I shouted, frustrated.
I kept imagining his face smiling and laughing with
Mrs Millington. He looked so nice and so sweet then.
I closed my eyes and felt a cool breeze through the
window. It was summer. I had all of my summer break to
get over this guy. And I probably would. I opened my
eyes just in time to spot a shooting star. I clasped
my hands together and then wished something I had
dreamt of for so long.
"I wish that I could find love as sweet as sugar," I
whispered, watching the shooting star.
I only managed to say it two and a half times, but that
was good enough for me. Feeling a little better and quite
satisfied, I lay on my bed and drifted off to sleep.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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