Hello! This idea have been playing around my mind for quite a long time, so I finally decided to write it out! I realized that I still needa finish my other two stories but, you know, I'll just leave it aside for now. :D Enjoy!

"Mikan!" Nonoko Ogasawara, a pretty blue haired girl, and Anna Umenomiya, a pink haired girl, called to their best friend, Mikan Sakura.

The said girl turned sharply and gave her friends the biggest, happiest smile she could muster.

"We're going to a concert tonight. You want to come?" They asked enthusiastically, their eyes sparkling as they waited for her reply.

Mikan's face lit up for a second before it fell. She fidgeted with her hands and shifted her feet.

"Sorry guys, I can't come. I promised to go to the park." Mikan answered sadly and bowed apologetically.

"Awww~" They whined with puppy dog eyes.

"I-I'm sorry..." She stuttered as she stared at their sad and innocent eyes. She does not work well with puppy dog eyes.

They laughed and waved her off.

"It's alright, Mikan! We were just kidding. We can always go again." They patted her lightly on the back and grinned.

"By the way~" They giggled mischievously.

Mikan tilted her head in confusion, waiting for them to continue.

"You're meeting him tonight, aren't you?" They stepped closer and stared at her with their eyes wide with anticipation.

Mikan blushed beet red and averted her gaze. She couldn't help but smile shyly.

"Y-Yes..." She whispered.

Nono and Anna cheered happily and gave each other a big high-five.

"So that means...you're finally going to tell him?" They urged on.

Once again, she nodded, her face getting redder and redder by the second.

This time, the two girls hugged the life out of Mikan.

"Oh my god, good luck girl! We're cheering for you!" They gave her a thumbs up before skipping away, chuckling.

Mikan stood alone, lost in thoughts. Her heart pounding loudly as she started thinking about the things she would tell him tonight.

How would he react? What would he say?

Millions of possibilities could happen. She would either be sent to cloud nine tonight, or her heart would be shattered.

Different scenes played in her head on her way home.

She silently unlocked the door and threw her bag onto the couch. She sighed loudly and then glanced at the clock.

It was 4:30. Still an hour and a half left before their meeting time.

She quickly went to her bathroom and took a quick, refreshing shower. She wrapped a towel around her petite body and hair before opening her closet.

She stared at the contents of her medium sized closet. Mikan had no idea what she was going to wear. It couldn't be too formal, after all, they were only going on a casual walk around the park and to dinner.

She walked in circles around her pink room, her arms crossed across her chest and her face twisted in deep thought.

Finally, she settled on crimson plaid skirt and a simple pink blouse with a white ribbon in the middle. She put on some white knee-length tights to finish the touch before walking in front of her closet mirror.

She nodded her head in approval as she twirled a few times. She looked casual, with a little hint of formality.

Mikan skipped happily into her bathroom and blow dried her damp hair. She tied her hair in a half up woven knot with the bottom of her hair into curls.

She added some light pink lipgloss and some eyeliner to finish the touch. Mikan wasn't usually the type to put on makeup, but tonight was different. She had to look her best.

Mikan checked the clock again. It was now 5:40. She beamed happily at her perfect timing as she grabbed her rose pink clutch, threw on her favorite pink pumps and went to their meeting place.

She ended up about 10 minutes early. The park they promised to meet at was only 10 minutes away from her house by bus.

She was so excited the second she stepped on the bus. She clutched her heart and willed it to slow down. She took several deep breathes.

It was no use. She could feel all the blood rushing to her cheeks and after minutes her face was burning hot.

Finally arriving at the tree they were supposed to meet at, Mikan was surprised to see her...date already there.

All her excitement and nervousness all washed over her again like a giant wave. She tried her very, very best not to blush and scream and turn around and just run away.

She closed her eyes and took a few blind steps to encourage herself.

Mikan regretted doing that.

As soon as she took the first few steps, her date noticed her.

"Hey." He greeted indifferently.

Mikan froze completely. She willed herself to come a little closer to him, after all, they were childhood friends.

"Hi, Natsume." She forced out a smile and greeted him back.

A ghost of a smile passed his lips.

"Nervous are we, Polka?" He teased, easing the atmosphere a little.

Mikan pouted at the old nickname he used to call her.

"There's no need to be nervous. We're only going out for dinner, after all." He smirked as he leaned on the sakura tree.

Oh, how badly she wanted to scream that the exact reason she was nervous was because they were going out to dinner.

"Not at all, perverted fox." She countered back and grinned victoriously. Natsume didn't seem faltered at all as he lifted one of his perfect eyebrows.

"Then shall we go?" He asked, taking his hand out like a gentlemen. He seemed to challenge her.

She huffed and took his hand.

"Of course."

Natsume never told her where they would be eating, but he did say that it was somewhere casual.

One day, she vowed, she really needs to check out his dictionary because the word 'casual' wasn't seen anywhere. He led her to a freaking five-star restaurant and he called it casual.

Mikan nearly screamed at him but she held it back as the host asked for their reservation.

"Under Hyuuga. Table for two at 6." He stated nonchalantly. The host flipped through the reservations and crossed out their reservation.

"Yes, of course. This way please." He led them to a fine table at the back of the huge restaurant.

Mikan gawked at the aura as they walked in. She blushed uncomfortably, self-conscious of what she was wearing.

Mikan glanced at Natsume who was staring straight ahead, his hands in his pockets as always. He didn't seem to care about the way they dressed and the glances of the people surrounding them.

The sweet, smooth instrumental weaved through the air giving the atmosphere a very soothing feeling.

A warm, golden light filled the space and gave a very welcoming and happy atmosphere. It was completely different to what Mikan pictured fancy restaurants to look like.

Sure, she always knew that five-star restaurants were very beautiful, but she never knew it felt so inviting.

"Not all first classed restaurants feel this inviting. That's why I picked this one out." Natsume whispered at her as if he could read her mind.

Mikan puffed a little and whispered back harshly.

"I knew that."

Natsume almost laughed out loud but that would only catch more attention than they already have.

The waiter set down a menu for both of us, bowed and then walked away.

Finally sitting down, Mikan glanced at Natsume.

He was wearing a white T-shirt and a black hoodie that was unzipped until his torso. He wore black jeans and skate shoes. He didn't even bother combing his hair.

Both of them seemed so out of place compared to their surroundings.

"Why did you say we were going somewhere casual? And since you knew we were coming here, at least wear something other than...that." She pointed at his clothes and almost scowled.

He lifted his eyebrows questionably and leaned in, his head resting on his palm.

"I don't see the problem with the clothes I'm wearing. Besides, this place is called 'casual' for me." His crimson eyes traveled from her hazel eyes to the menu.

"You either have rocks in your head or your dictionary is just plain wrong." Mikan mumbled as she scanned the menu as well.

"Maybe I'm both." Natsume snickered, not taking his eyes off the menu.

Mikan itched to throw something at him.

"Don't even think about it." Was his reply.

She gave him a cold glare before lifting the menu so that it would cover him from her view.

After about five minutes of silence, Natsume finally asked.

"You ready to order?" Mikan nodded and set her menu down.

Natsume nodded and called for a waiter, telling him what their orders were. After the waiter left, silence enveloped the two.

"So you remembered."

"What?" Natsume asked, confused by her sudden statement.

"You remembered the sakura tree that we used to play at." She explained, her eyes trained on the view outside.

"How would I forget?" Natsume remarked as, he too, looked out the window.

"It's been so long since we last went there. I thought you'd forgotten." She said as a small smile formed on her lips.

Natsume hummed a reply.

"I was surprised when you suddenly called and asked me to go out for dinner." Natsume's eyes trailed back to her figure. She was now staring straight at him, her hazel eyes still as bright and warm as he remembered.

"Why would it be a surprise? We used to hang out all the time." He said, pretending not to understand.

"That's not what I meant."

"Then what do you mean?" Mikan hesitated for a second before sighing loudly.

"You've been gone for so long. I couldn't even find a way to contact you. Then all of a sudden, your caller ID appeared on my screen and you asked to come out for dinner." Mikan crossed her arms and sighed exasperatedly.

Natsume fell silent as he stared at her. Then he smirked.

"You missed me?" Mikan's face burned bright red.

"O-Of course I did! You just suddenly disappeared and—" Natsume couldn't help it. He laughed heartedly. He couldn't even remember the last time he laughed like this.

"W-What?" Mikan was still blushing as she stared angrily at her partner.

The waiter came over and set down their dishes before bowing and went away.

"Let's eat, shall we?" Natsume grinned. Mikan nodded, still recovering from their conversation.

"It's so delicious!" Mikan exclaimed and patted her satisfied tummy.

Natsume simply nodded at her and asked for the cheque. Mikan was ready to take out her wallet when Natsume already handed the money to the waiter.

Mikan's mouth fell open.

"Y-You didn't have to..." Natsume got up and left, leaving her in mid-sentence.

"Hey!" Mikan called once they left the restaurant.

"I could have paid for myse—"

"There's no need." Natsume cut her off again as he led them to the park again.

"I was the one who asked you to come out, so it's only polite to pay for you." Natsume explained as they made their way to the sakura tree.

Mikan pouted after hearing his words.

They sat down on the trunk of the tree in a contented silence.

"It's grown taller." Natsume stated as he looked up to the blooming branches.

"Yeah." Mikan whispered as she, too, looked up. Then, realizing her true reason for coming out with him, she suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It was the perfect time.

"Ne, Natsume..." She called, looking at her lap.

"Hn?"

"I-I...I have something to tell...you..." Mikan had no idea what she was trying to do. How is she supposed to say it?

"I love you." Mikan blinked in confusion.

"Huh?"

"I don't repeat...Mikan." Natsume had turned away slightly, his bangs covering his eyes. Mikan blinked again. Not only did Natsume say the words that she was planning to say to him for the past...what? 6 years? But he also called her by her first name. In all the years that she's known him, he only called her that 3 times, all on special occasions.

"I...I..." She stammered like an idiot, her face growing hot again.

"It isn't very polite not to an answer." Natsume looked around so he was looking straight at her. His crimson eyes burned with something she's never seen from him before. It burned with love and longing.

"I..." She closed her eyes and told herself to just say it. Just scream it out and everything would be fine, after all, he loved her as well.

"I love you too." She breathed. Her face was scarlet and by the time the words left her mouth, she was breathing hard.

Natsume smiled a genuine smile.

"I know." Mikan gasped loudly.

"How?" Was her first question. Natsume shrugged.

"You're like an open book. Anyone could tell."

"Then why did you make me say it?" Mikan demanded, now feeling anger swelling in her chest.

"I guess I just wanted to hear those words from you." He answered honestly as he looked back at the sky.

Not expecting his answer, Mikan was at loss for words.

"Come here." She nearly jumped when she heard him speak. She reluctantly scooted closer to him.

"Closer." He demanded. She scooted over some more. She heard him sigh loudly before he practically lifted her up and set her down on his lap.

"N-Natsume!" She yelped. It was so hard being this close to him.

"I have meaning for everything I do, you know." He whispered in her ear. His breath tickled and she couldn't help but giggle.

"Like what?" She whispered back, staring into his beautiful orbs.

Then he kissed her.

Once again, she was caught off guard and she melted into him. It was not expected that the Natsume Hyuuga, known as a cold and expressionless person, would give such warm and tender kisses.

She only dreamed of his lips on hers and she wanted to cry, knowing she finally got the person she helplessly fell in love with, to love her back.

He pulled away abruptly as gave her tender smile that made her knees wobble.

"A kiss means I love you..."

I actually got the idea for this story from a quote I wrote myself and put on my Skype's mood message. I'm quite sure I'll be able to update this story faster than my others.

R&R Please!