Sometimes I wonder how we had even fallen in love.
Weren't we just another two longhaired children with really messed up lives?
I guess fate wanted it this way.
We'd been enemies since elementary. Always fighting, shoving, and competing for Amu's friendship. Bestfriendship, actually. If that was even a word.
But you have to admit, his locks were prettier than mine. All purpley. While mine was a plain blonde, not that blond hair was even common in Seiyo. Or the whole of Japan, even. Unless they dyed their hair, which is completely off topic.
Why we competed for the stuttering, blushing, pink-haired girl is a wonder. Maybe because she was just that lovable.
And in middle school, I guess all of us were best friends. He and I didn't compete anymore. Instead, we created a huge timetable of when Amu would be in either of our control.
"Hey! I'm not a little kid!" she screeched in protest.
Ah, sweet memories.
And in high school, we stopped competing entirely. I mean, Amu would be flirting with Ikuto, making out with Ikuto, essentially, doing everything with Ikuto.
And what happened to us, the people who competed for her attention since elementary?
Forgotten.
So we got closer. I mean, I started to realise he was actually really sweet and stuff, and his family was just as messed up as mine. His father left since his birth. So he crossdressed. Isn't it all for family pride?
Mine's…a little better now. My dad left too, after the divorce, and I stayed with my mom. Who was still rather uptight over the whole kidnapping fiasco. Not that I blame her.
More time passed, and we learnt more about each other.
How his hair could be used for cleaning floors. How interesting his household was, after the few times I'd stayed over.
How his mom wants us to just get together already. Shudder.
No, no, no.
Who would want to date that crossdressing freak?
"You, Rima! Kusukusukusukusukusu~!" What a helpful chara.
I'd dated this Kirishima dude, who I must say is a complete jerk. "My apartment today, RiRi?"
What a perv. And he left me the impression that every guy I'd date would just be shallow and care about sex. And getting me undressed. I shall stop here.
He was the one who saw me through all those sleepless nights (with tons of coffee on his part), with me crying my heart out into this polo sleeve.
He was the one who helped me discover who I was. My love of comedy didn't go unnoticed.
He was the one who helped me piece my life together again.
But from what he told me, I'd helped him too.
Weren't we just friends?
The rumors still came and went, talking about some damn "RimaHiko" crap.
And everyone, being everyone, would be all, "!" Especially the hyperactive sugar freak. Named Yaya.
Utau would be bribing us to go out.
Amu would just be making out with Ikuto.
Kukai would wink and gave a huge grin and thumbs up.
And Nagi and I would just be so embarrassed and be blushing. How awkward.
What awesome friends we have.
And then came prom night, which he asked me to be his date.
Dancing with him, kissing him, just felt so…right.
"I love you, Rima-chan," he whispered, nearing the end of our last dance.
"Me too," I whispered back, sealing the night with an innocent, but lasting kiss.
Perpetual love.
Okay. The ending was really weird, the story didn't make sense, but whatever. Ugh.
RIMAHIKO FTW! :D
R&R!