She was tired of everyone treating her like a child, day in and day out. What did she have to prove that over the years she has grown up? I guess having the same job for 2 years and a car wasn't good enough.

Staring in the mirror she grinned at her new haircut. It was layered and considerably short, lying perfectly straight against her head. At least now no one could call her meatball head, a name she despised thanks to a certain jerk. This was her day to show that she was an adult now and not an immature annoying teenager.

Usagi sneaked out of the house avoiding a lecture from her mother about her clothes. She subconsciously tugged on pink shirt thinking it might have been a little too short to wear for an ordinary day but she didn't care. She thought she looked cute with her hair, the skirt and tank top, and her high heels.

Saturday was almost over and having nothing else to do she walked to the arcade. She hoped she wasn't going to run into him like she normally does. Mamoru-san. A man who has continually picked on her for years for the simple fact he enjoyed it. She hoped he would see her as a woman and not as a child…not that she could care.

"Motoki!" Usagi yelled across the room seeing her friend jump and laughed. "Didn't mean to scare ya!"

Motoki turned around and his jaw dropped when he saw her. He had never seen her wear makeup, let alone short clothes around the arcade. He chuckled and winked at her. "So, who's the guy?

Her face flushed two shades of red and stammered. "There's…n…no...g…guy thank you very much. I graduate this year and work full time. I don't have time for a boyfriend."

He couldn't help but roll his eyes. "No girl I know completely changes how she looks just because she wants to. Come on Usagi who is the guy?"

She smacked him very hard on the shoulder and smiled. "There is no guy. I'm 18 years old and everyone treats me like a child. I want people to take me seriously and if that means changing how I look or dress then I'm going to do it."

"I have known you for how many years?" He rubbed his forehead thinking of the answer. "4 or 5 and I have learned a lot about you. I love you for who you are and you shouldn't feel like you have to change for anyone. Why are you so hell bent on wanting people to take you seriously?"

She opened her mouth to answer when the doors slide open and the bell chimed. She didn't bother to look who it was. "I want people to take me seriously because…"

"Hey man." A tall handsome man muttered as he sat down to Usagi. "Hey, meatball head!"

"I don't have meatballs anymore so you can't call me that!" She shrieked as she crossed her arms annoyed. "My hair is short now."

Mamoru took a sip of coffee and turned to face her almost spitting it out. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Her hair was short indeed and the outfit she was wearing was tiny and revealing to say the least. "Wow…I mean…you look better with longer hair. Now people have to see your face."

Usagi felt like he had just slapped her in the face. She tried fighting off the tears in the eyes but failed. I feel like such a crybaby. I shouldn't cry this easily because he insults me but it happens every time. Wiping away the tears she grabbed her purse. "Maybe the reason you don't have a girlfriend or friends because you cold hearted and all you do is insult people!"

Mamoru sat there flabbergasted and watched the blonde storm out. "She needs to learn to take a joke."

Motoki stood there giving his best friend a dirty look. "Was that really necessary? Can't you see that every time you make fun of her it hurts her feelings? You should go apologize to her."

Mamoru finished his coffee and looked up at him. "Fine."