A/N: I couldn't think of a way to continue The Record Book. My mind is still blank.

While brainstorming myself with ideas, here's a one shot for you :) Enjoy

In His Arms

Summary: After a hard and fun night of talking and drinking, our four protagonists retire on a seemingly small sofa bed. Mikan didn't bother...until her sleep got interrupted in the most amusing fashion.

The bed was pitifully capable enough for all of us four to fit it. We lay horizontally so everyone could get a fair share of space.

The arrangement started with Ruka at the far right, Hotaru beside him, me, and Natsume at the far left.

I removed malicious thoughts of sleeping beside Natsume because there is no other available mattress in this studio type room. But it's somehow flattering when he said that he wanted to sleep beside me. He said so because it has been a long time since his friend Mikan, yours truly, hung out with him.

We slept in that manner, not bothering how uncomfortable our positions are since we were already damn drunk and all we wanted was to get a shut eye.

Two entirely different brands of vodka are not meant to be drank consecutively, says the girl who experienced it.

So, there, I closed my eyes and drifted to the dream world. The lights were off and everyone else was sound asleep the moment they lay on the bed.

I didn't know how long I was out, but I woke up when someone suddenly brought my arms to embrace his or her body.

I was not bothered at first due to the thought that it was just a dream. But I smelled the person's scent, and realized it was not a dream at all.

Slightly bothered, I opened my eyes and saw that it was Natsume who did the action.

I tolerated for a while since my head still ached from all the alcohol but later on, I started thinking of many negative things that can result from what we were doing.

What if his girl friend knew about this? Will their relationship be ruined because of me?

Worse, will Natsume be forever mad at me and ignore me forever if the previous two happened?

My musings stopped when he kissed my forehead, causing my brain to black out for a small period of time.

His lips were warm and soft.

I looked up at his sleeping face and saw him very content and happy to be with me.

For the very first time, I felt home.

Is this the heavenly feeling of being cuddled by a guy? I've never been hugged intimately like this before.

But this is still not right. He is still very drunk and may not be aware of this.

I tilted my head, trying to pull away.

But he answered by pulling me even closer to him, so close that I almost couldn't breathe. He is so strong.

Yet, it felt amazing.

No words can describe. I guess enlightening or euphoric could be the proper words, the type of sensation that could lift any girl off her feet, including me.

Practically caged by him, I just gave up to my emotions and let his warmth envelope me.

I loved the feeling of his arms wrapped around my body, his wonderful scent and the fact that his lips are still on my forehead.

I can't believe that I am hugging this friend of mine who I can't barely get along with before. It might sound crazy but it felt so right.

I shut my eyes and smiled in my sleep, savoring the moment because this is the only chance we have for us to love each other without words being spoken.

Who cares?

We'll just end up forgetting the meaning of it anyway, because we both know that we were only meant to be this way - a relationship limited to only as friends.