Notes: I know. I haven't updated. The thing is, I lack motivation. I don't know. I can't seem to do it anymore. :( But I hope you enjoy this. This was based last Christmas when my ex-guy best friend and I was fooling around.

PS. We're not exactly best friends. But we're friends. :))

Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice. Sadly.

Dedicated to: My first sister, Skye. For being such a hilarious sibling. And for being the first person to have the courage to decide something as crazy as STARTING A FAMILY. IN A NON-CREEPY WAY. Skye, I love you, sis. :)

One Missed Call

06. 07. 10.

Sumire never intended for it to end like that.

But things never go the way you plan.

'Hello?'

'Koko?'

'Who's this?'

'Elvis Presley.'

'But you're a girl.'

'Are you judging people by their names, human?'

'Elvis Presley's a robot? No wonder his songs are awesome.'

'You listen to Elvis Presley?'

'No!' A defensive scream. 'Wait, are you really Elvis Presley?'

'Yes, and Elvis Presley's about to kick your ass if you won't shut up.'

'Oh, hey, Sumi. I was just kidding, c'mon.'

'Do you hear me laughing?'

'That joke was intended to get a silent laugh. I see I succeeded.'

'Was that a joke?'

'That joke was intended to get a silent—'

'Haha, funny. Okay. So I'm calling because-'

'You want to ask me what I want for Christmas?'

'Holy… How did you know?'

'I'm a guy, Su. A hot guy. Every girl wants to know what I want for Christmas.'

'Was that a joke intended to get a silent laugh?'

A sigh. 'Whatever, Sumi. So?'

'What do you want for Christmas?'

'I don't know.'

'You don't know? Whatever happened to the guy—Oh, wait, forgive me—the hot guy that every girl will be giving gifts on Christmas? What did you tell them?'

'To get lost.'

Fake dramatic gasp, 'Oh no! Are telling me to get lost too? Yeah, right. As if you could. Anyways, what do you want for Christmas? Honestly?'

'I do not know. Why are you asking me anyway?'

'Because you're a guy—oops—a hot guy.'

'And?'

'Every girl wants to give you gifts?'

'Are you telling me you want to give me a present?'

'Maybe.'

'What the hell?'

'Gah, I hate you.'

'What do you want for Christmas, then?'

'A WHITE FLUFFY CAT!'

'Woah, easy there, Sumi. Whew.'

'Gah, WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR CHRISTMAS, KOKORO YOME?'

'Anything.'

'Anything? Was that a joke intended to get a silen—'

'A kiss.'

'What?'

'You heard me, I want a kiss.'

'And I want a kiss from you too. ON THE LIPS.'

'I always knew you also wanted a kiss from me.'

'….'

'….'

'You're smirking, aren't you?'

'Nope, I'm not.'

'Your smirk just grew bigger, didn't it?'

'No, it didn't.'

'You're smirking your full smirk. I can feel it.'

'No, I'm not.'

'I know you're smirking you assh—'

'Woah, hold on, missy, don't swear.'

'I knew it was the only way to remove that foul smirk off your face.'

'My handsome sexy face.'

'Yeah, whatever. Gift, Yome, gift.'

'Hot pink boxers.'

'Seriously?'

'I didn't think girls would take it seriously when a guy says he wants pink boxers.'

'Pervert. I didn't take it seriously though—because I know you already have one.'

'I told you, that was Indian Red. And I can't believe you saw my boxers. Who's the pervert now?'

'You walked around the campus like some kind of Adonis wannabe, without even checking if your zipper was closed. Don't blame me if I saw them. At least I had the decency to let you know. Unlike some other girls.'

'Is that jealousy I hear?'

'NO.'

'Defensive much?'

'No. And FYI, your boxers looked a lot like pink to me.'

'How many times do I have to tell you it was Indian Red?'

'Defensive much?'

'Mimicker much?'

'At least I do it with style. What do you want for Christmas?'

'Pink boxers.'

'Okay, fine. If you really don't want to tell me what you want for Christmas then I'll just hang—'

'I was serious.'

'About the pink boxers?'

'No, about the gift.'

'Which was... the pink boxers?'

'No, the kiss.'

'….'

'I really am serious.'

'You weren't kidding about that?'

'Why would I say it, if I weren't serious?'

'But you said something about the pink boxers.'

'Yeah, except that.'

'But…'

'But?'

'I didn't know you were this serious.'

'Believe me, I am.'

'I was serious too.'

'About that kiss on the lips?'

'Yes… but… yeah. That.'

'…'

'…'

'So what do we do now?'

'I don't know.'

'Oh.'

'…'

'You know what?'

'What?'

'Adonis did walk around naked.'

'Was that a joke intended to get a silent laugh?'

END

Alright, who wants pie? *runs off to the wilderness*

temptresslove

PS. And I know it's too early and too late for Christmas.