Disclaimer
I do unfortunately not own Gakuen Alice. 'Cause if i did, Ruka would have the power to change into a bunny :D
Note
Matt is a character I added myself, so i hope you guys don't mind the non-Japanese name.
And also, this is my first time submitting a story, so if you guys review. Be nice okay?
Oh and. Please bear with my horrible grammar D;
Enjoy reading ^^,
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2:11 am; On IM.
CursedMatt : Hey Mikan.
MikanHowalon : Hi Matt-nee. :]
CursedMatt : So what happened at the hospital?
MikanHowalon : Oh, nothing.
CursedMatt : C'mon. Tell me. ):
MikanHowalon : Um, they said I could operate & blablabla.
CursedMatt : Cool. Who donated?
MikanHowalon : How'd you know someone donated?
CursedMatt : Kinda figured, but whatever. You want to come over on Saturday? My dad's having a grill and I can invite whoever.
MikanHowalon : Sure..
CursedMatt : Awesome. See ya' then.
CursedMatt appears to be offline.
So it was Matt.. He donated the money. But why? Mikan wasn't sure herself but she was sure that Matt came from an extremely wealthy family. Mikan smiled at the thought of someone being so nice to her.
All of a sudden, her cell rang; giving Mikan quite a shock.
"Hello?"
"Mikan, are you coming or are you not?" It was Hotaru. She completely forgot about today! Mikan and Hotaru were supposed to meet up at Starbucks to plan Sumire's surprise party.
Honestly; Sumire wasn't on her i-will-love-you-forever list, but she could just about put up with her. And if you really get to know her, she's not as bad as she looks.
"Yeah! I'll be there in a minute."
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At Starbucks
"Hotaru-nee! Sorry I'm late. I got held up."
BAKA! BAKA! BAKA!
"OW!"
"That was for coming half an hour late. And, don't call me that ever again or I'll sell that picture of you in the bath tub."
"Okay okay! Sumimasen Hotaru." Mikan cried, taking a seat next to her best friend.
"So what colour balloons should we order? I think black is perfect." Hotaru said, pointing to a picture of glossy black balloons in a WalMart magazine.
"Um, Hotaru. It's Sumire. She wears everything but black. Red is much prettier anyway!"
"Fine, red and black then."
"But Hotaruu! She hates black. What about all the colours of the rainbow? Red, Orange, Yellow, Blue, Gr-"
BAKA! BAKA!
"Ow. Okay! I will shu-"
"You. Should've told me that earlier, baka."
"Hotaru is a meanie!"
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At Home On Saturday
"I'm bored out of my mind! I need to doo something." Mikan thought miserably, pacing up and down her living area.
"I know! I'll go to 7-Eleven and get a Snickers bar, and rent a movie. Yay I'm a genius!"
Mikan grabbed her house keys along with a coat and slammed the door behind her in a rush.
"Going somewhere?" A voice that sounded one to familiar said, looming from the corridor.
Mikan spun around to find herself inches away from a grinning Matt. She immediately turned pink.
"Hi." She blurted out, beaming.
"Hey, um. Are you going somewhere? Cause I thought you were coming to my place for-"
"Right! The grill. I was totally on my way.. See, I brought my house keys!" Mikan lied, jingling her keys in Matt's face as proof.
"It was over about 2 hours ago." Matt replied flatly, arching an eyebrow.
"Uh. Any leftovers?" Mikan asked shyly, bracing herself for whatever was coming next.
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Matt's House
"Good evening Mr. Dawson." Mikan wished Matt's dad, who was perched against a bench in their massive garden reading the papers.
He looked up, and glanced from Matt to Mikan.
"Ah, no need fer politeness crap 'ere. The ruder the better." He said chuckling, touching his grayish-balding head.
"Oh, um. Okay." Awkward.
"Ignore him." Matt said smiling, taking Mikan's wrist leading her to the hall. His hands are so soft!
Once they were out of earshot Mikan began apologizing. "I'm really sorry I- "
"Nah, it's okay." He said, swatting her excuse away. She nodded gratefully.
There were a few minutes of awkward silence after that, as neither of them said anything. Mikan kept shifting uncomfortably in Matt's leather couch.
Another few minutes passed. Matt finally spoke.
"So you have a donor for your treatment, then?"
This caught Mikan's attention. "Oh. Yeah, yeah," Mikan said pausing to hint that she knew about his donation. "Whoever the person is, he or she must have been really rich because my treatment and medicines cost more than 30 000 dollars."
Matt raised an eyebrow. "Yeahh. Wow. Cool," Matt shifted his sky blue gaze to the polished marble floor. "So are you going for the Winter Prom?"
Winter Prom.. Is it this time of the year already?
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Flashback
"Hotaru, how do I look?"
"You look gorgeous, baka. Lets go now, I don't want to miss the food. They have crab brain."
"Ew."
"Okay okay." Mikan said, glancing at the mirror one last time. She had to admit; the makeover Anna gave her was impressive. She was barely recognizable, especially with the dress she had nicked from her mother's closet.
She was wearing a sky blue off-shoulder dress; that flowed to the floor. The bottom of her dress was lined with silver sparkly sequins which glittered under the fluorescent light. The dress was matched with white ribbony stilettos that made her legs look incredibly long and lean.
She took a deep breath before entering the gym hall. Then, with all her confidence mustered up –and some of Hotaru's force, she entered the gym.
The door swung open, and silence swept upon the room. Mikan could sense thousands of pairs of eyes staring at her, watching her every move. She closed her eyes and tried to act like everything was perfectly normal.
Despite the sea of black coats and colorful dresses, there was one person who stood out like a diamond.
"Natsume; Natsume Hyuuga." A small smile crept onto her face, incautiously.
He had never asked her out to prom directly, but she somehow had a feeling that she was expected to be his date, indirectly. She beamed at a stunned Natsume; who was looking gorgeous himself. He was all decked out in a white tux, paired with a slick black bow tie.
She walked over to him slowly, unable to control her growing smile muscles; or her eyes which had fixed its gaze on Natsume's mesmerizing crimson eyes.
"Hi," She stuttered, blushing. "You look handsome Nat-chan." She watched as his face heated up, giggling slightly.
"Yeah, you look. Wow -amazing."
Mikan glanced up and down her costume and smiled. "Thank you," she waited a few moments before asking "Do you want to dance?"
Natsume shrugged, and led her on the dance floor. That night, they spent the whole night laughing away and embracing each other in their arms or either stepping on each other's feet.
After midnight, when everyone had left; Mikan was still there, waiting. Natsume had told her to wait for him because he wanted to pick up some stuff.
A few minutes passed when Natsume finally appeared on the roof of the building. The roof was only opposite the gym; so it was pretty easy to climb over. –Which was what Mikan did; thankfully not harming the beautiful dress.
"Natsume your acting weird." Mikan protested, pouting.
"Shut up baka." He said, slipping his arms around Mikan .
Mikan never complained; not once, she just followed him like a blind dog.
Natsume bent his head; giving her what she was longing for the entire night. He tightened his arms around her waist, bringing her face closer to his. He pressed his lips into hers softly; taking a soft tender time like that. Passionate was hardly the word, after all their emotion that was pent up for so long. His mouth left hers, as he placed soft kisses on her jaw, then up to her cheek and then at her neck.
Mikan nuzzled him, inhaling his soapy lavender scent that she'd never forget.
Mikan cried that night, but not because she was sad. But because, she had finally got what she wished for. She had promised herself that the Winter Prom, wasn't just another memory; it was a fragment of her life.
And that is how it has stayed for 5 years. 5 painful years since Natsume had left her.
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End Flashback
Mikan smiled uncautiously.
"There's a prom?" Of course there is.
Matt laughed, and nodded his head. "Next week, or so." July 15th, 7:30 pm. The Plaza Hotel.
"Cool. Well yeah, I guess most probably I'll be going." Wouldn't miss It for the world.
His face shone and he beamed at Mikan. "The theme is masquerade by the way."
"Wow, cool." No one will recognize me this time.
Matt suddenly got really fidgety and nervous. "Um, hey- by any chance would you want to go for- um, prom, with uh- me?"
Mikan's eyes got wide. Matt was asking her out. Matt was asking her out.
"Whoa. Okay, sure. Well, yeah. Why not?"
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Note
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