Friends Forever

Disclaimer: I got the place from a pocket book series entitled 'Sweet Valley Senior year.' Aside from that and the characters, the whole thing is mine.

Mimi Tachikawa dashed out of her pink colored room and ran towards the kitchen. She took a sip from her mug of tea and hurriedly went out of the house. It was Monday morning, meaning first day of classes for the week—which was the last week of May. Soon it'd be summer and she'd be having fun in the sun with all the hot guys she could find. Mimi locked the door behind her and slipped a piece of paper under the door. It was a note telling her mom that she was going to her best friend's house.

Yamato Ishida. They've probably known each other since kindergarten, when Matt transferred to Sweet Valley, and ever since then they'd been the closest of friends. Matt was such a cute and adorable child in his younger years, but when maturity came, he became cold and distant. He never talked to anyone, not even his parents. He kept his feelings to himself—and to Mimi. She was the only living girl in the world who Matt would talk to. Over the years, Matt grew into the typical 'pretty boy', and every girl who saw him declared that they found true love in him. Yeah right.

They all think the same, judging everything through the looks of a person, and not minding his or her attitude. Mimi was an exception though. She saw right through Matt, everything in him. She saw his kindness, his generosity, and his loveable personality. She saw a completely different Matt from his cool blue eyes that gave out an entrancing stare, his killer smile that made the best Cumulous clouds look dark and his perfect stature that mad the Statue of Liberty's poise look bent. She knew him by heart.

Matt, on the other hand, knew Mimi by heart too. He knew that Mimi wasn't really all that perky and stupid. He knew she had a brain, and when she used it well, she could make Mr. Webster poor when it came to definitions. She wasn't all that dedicated to cosmetics either. She just held a good hygiene. Like other girls, Mimi disliked stained shirts, discolored teeth, and dirty nails. She was a neat freak, although there were times when she did get dirty. Like the time Matt 'accidentally' slipped a cone of chocolate ice cream on her shirt, 12 years ago.

People may find their match absurd, but somehow, fate can bring the most peculiar of all things together. And so it was that fate brought this two together. For what? We all might ask, but we ask a question that won't be answered for a long time. For it is said, that fate moves slowly and surely. Time may pass, but in time, we will know.  (Yeah, I'm weird. O_o)

Matt lived next door, so it was just a matter of seconds 'til Mimi arrived at his house. Matt's room was on the second floor, it had a veranda with a rope ladder tied around the poles. Now, people would think it was insane to put a ladder there considering the fact that robbers might come up, but people don't know it's true purpose. You see, it was the fastest way Mimi could get into Matt's room. She had one herself, although hers had these pink ribbons with her name tied to it—a sign that it was put up when Mimi was still young.

She pulled up her sleeves and fixed her backpack then she started to climb the ladder. She climbed like as if this was a daily routine since the beginning of her life. Which is true. She just reached the top of the ladder and grabbed the top of the concrete fence when two firm hands gripped hers. She looked straight up and met a pair of clear, cool, blue eyes. She smiled. "Hey," she greeted. Matt shook his head as he helped her up and sighed. "You know, for a while there, I thought you were a burglar. If I hadn't seen your neatly clipped nails, I could've given you a slash with my lightsaber." He said, grinning. Mimi rolled her eyes as she followed into his room. "You wish." She mumbled.

Matt loved Star Wars. He loved it so much that his room was full of posters, figures, and even plushies. He mostly had merchandise of Luke, Darth Vader, Amidala, Count Dooku, Obi-Wan, and his most favorite, Master Yoda. To other people, this looked like a child's room, but to Mimi, this room was practically screaming Matt! If someone wanted to know Matt better, all he or she had to do was look at his room. Matt never admitted he was a Star Wars fanatic. "I'm just a fan," was what he always said.

Mimi plopped on top of Matt's Star Wars covered bed and observed a T-shirt with Amidala's face printed on it. Mimi sighed. "You have no sense of fashion," she commented, throwing the shirt to Matt, hitting his bare chest. He smelled like he was fresh from the shower, his aftershave strong and clear through the room. A girl would feel uncomfortable being in a room with a half naked guy who just zipped his pants (yes, even if it's Matt.), but to Mimi it was nothing. She's seen Matt naked dozens of times. Heck, she was even there when Matt got circumcised. It was nothing for her then, why would it be now?

Mimi crossed her arms over her chest. "When are you going to grow up and dump all of this junk?" she asked. "Junk?" Matt asked Mimi in disbelief. Mimi nodded matter-of-factly. Matt sighed and walked over to his study table, which, by the way, was full of other Star Wars stuff.  He took a notebook and scanned the pages. Once he found the page he was looking for, he handed the notebook to Mimi. "See that? We did that years ago." He said, pointing at the page. Mimi snickered as she examined the drawing.

Actually, there were two drawings. One was of Liea, and the other of Yoda. Written below the drawing of the princess was her name. She looked at her own drawing. It wasn't bad. Not bad at all. She then examined Matt's drawing of Yoda, and let out a huge laugh. Yoda looked more like a green basketball with some fur on it. Matt scowled at her. At the very bottom of the page were the words 'Star Wars Forever!' Mimi smiled. She must admit, she was a big fan of Star Wars long ago. She and Matt would fight over the Star Wars merchandise and she'd always win, and Matt would run to his mom. He was very cute then.

Mimi smiled as she reminisced those days. "You were so cute when you were still a kid." She said, closing the notebook and placing it on the bed. Matt, who just buttoned his shirt, crossed the room and approached Mimi. He knelt in front of her and looked at her seriously. "Are you saying I'm not cute now?" he asked in his serious tone. Mimi sighed and looked at Matt blankly. "Yes." She said flatly. Matt continued to stare back at her and Mimi stared back. Suddenly, Matt wrestled Mimi to the floor and started to tickle her. Mimi laughed and Matt laughed along, not letting go of the squiggling Mimi below him.

"Am I cute?" Matt asked as he continued tickling Mimi. She blurted out a no with a laugh, Matt tickled harder. "Am I cute?" He repeated, now in a more commanding and teasing voice. "Ye...e…s" Mimi managed to say through giggles. "Good." Matt said and stood up. Mimi wiped a tear that escaped from her eye and held the opposite side of her torso. "Ow. I am so not going to let you tickle me again." She said, as she carefully stood up, not letting go of her ribs.

Matt chuckled as he inserted his notebook and harmonica into his backpack. "If you can stop me." He said. Mimi sighed as she fixed her hair. "When will you grow up Matt?" she asked mostly to herself. Matt faced her and kissed her forehead. "Never." He said before he left the room. "Hurry-up slow poke! We'll miss the bus!" he called to Mimi as he ran down the stairs. Mimi sighed. "Oh Matt. If only you'd be more mature." She said and hurriedly dashed out of the room. "Wait up!" she called.

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That got your attention, huh? ^.^ Well, I just wanted to say that I have five more pages for this chapter, but I'm too sleepy to encode them… so I'll turn them into other chapters instead… ^.^ that's all. Oh, and if you like it, review! So that you'll get to read the next chapter... :p

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