January 15, 2o12
Natsume, I hate you. I really wish I could drop-kick your ass! You know I do! Always saying perverted things because of my childish personality and behavior. One thing I want to know is, just why do you hate me? I know I can be irritating at times, but I know not all the time. I want to know you better. Even if we're just 11 years old, you seem so...cold. I want to know why. Just why do you seclude yourself from others beside Ruka-Pyon?
I sighed. I closed the journal I was writing in and walked to the window, staring out at the beautiful sunset. It matched my dress perfectly. Orange and blue. Just like the blazing sun setting on the blessful waters.
"Mikan-chan!" I heard Nonoko yell from downstairs. I figured she wanted to go outside, so I threw on my white lace up sandals and my white sun hat.
"Mikan!"
"I'm coming Nonoko!" I yelled back. I heard the soft sigh escape her small mouth. I rolled my eyes and walked down the stairs and towards Nonoko.
"Mika...n?" Nonoko tilted her head, staring at me. I was confused.
"What? Is something wrong?" I panicked, rushing to her. She breathed out and smiled.
"You're so pretty!" Nonoko exclaimed. I smiled, when her hand went to my hair. My smile faded as she undid the pigtails I did. My hair wrapped around my shoulders, curling at the ends.
My face was red, and she grabbed my hand. She dragged me into the kitchen.
"Look! Doesn't Mikan-chan look pretty?" Nonoko exclaimed, watching as everybody stopped and stared at me. I blushed.
Narumi-sensei came up and picked me up.
"BEA-UTI-FUL!" He said, spinning my around. Yuu, Sumire, and Koko all smiled. Koko got up and walked to Narumi-sensei. He tugged at his shirt, then whispered something to him.
My face was beat red. Narumi-sensei put me down and walked to the rest of the kids.
"Outside! We're going to play a game!"
I watched everyone go outside with Narumi-sensei. I looked at Koko. He was still in the same place as before, watching me. Before I could open my mouth, he rushed foward and kissed my cheek. He pulled away and walked away, while I just stood there like a stone, holding my cheek.
Natsume walked down the stairs and walked past me.
"Polka." I heard him whisper. My blush went away and I tackled him. We had a lilttle scuffle, and in the end, he was on top of me. He smirked, and I slapped it off of his face. I smiled and laughed.
Natsume POV
She laughed at the expression I had on my face after she slapped my smirk off my face. I had a look of retardedness.
"Natsume?" I heard her whisper. I looked down at her. Her face was red. I jumped off of her and walked to the living room to watch a movie. She stood up and dusted off her dress. It did complement her. I sat on the couch. She walked to the kitchen.
"Do we have any Oreos and Peanut Butter?" I heard her yell. I scoffed and didn't reply.
"Hn." I watched my movie and chuckled a little at the stupid parts. Polka came out of the kitchen with a jar of "Captain Joes Peata Butta" and a box of oreos.
"Nevermind! I found them." She said while sitting down, pushing an oreo in peanut butter and popping it into her mouth. I watched her, until she noticed. She had a peanut butter streak on her cheek.
"Pig." I plainly watched her as she made a fuss. I smirked, and leant over to her. She stopped and watched my lick the peanut butter of her cheek. She turned a dark color and pushed me away. I shrugged.
"Damn you Natsume." I watched her whisper to herself before getting up with her stuff, and wakling out the door back into the kitchen. I rolled my eyes.
Later On...
I grabbed the joiurnal of my table and wrote in it.
Whatever Polka. I know how you hate me and I think it's funny. I don't know why, but I have to be cold, I have to be. Not even Ruka knows why. So don't bother asking me. Why I hate you? I really don't know myself. I think it comes automaticly. Why do you call Ruka that stupid name anyways. I'm surprised he hasn't told you to stop. Oh my. I remember that indirect kiss we had earlier. Are you blushing still? Haha.
I closed the journal with a smirk on my face. I walked out the door.
