Author's Note
Okay, so hello! This is not a Ryo-Saku story! There I've said it, so you won't expect it anymore.
I too am a Ryo-Saku fan but sadly, to make the central point of this story, I needed the protagonist to be someone from someplace else, someone who hadn't known Ryoma as long as the other characters had. Hence, I had to make Alice, my OC. Don't worry though! Because I just love Sakuno she's still a HUGE part of this story. We can't leave her out can we? (*wink wink*)
What else do I need to explain?
Alice is a girl with light brown hair up to the level of her chest. If you know Yuuya Fukushima of the Love Berrish manga, then she looks like her ('Cause I like girls who look like that – not too innocent and not too wild) only Alice's hair isn't layered like Yuuya's but more or less the same. And, ofcourse, she's cute but not stand-out beautiful. Just adorably cute. And she's the one narrating.
This story is set on senior year of highschool at SeiGaku. So,
Everyone's taller! Even Ryoma (hurrah!) and the girls look highschool level too, like Sakuno (she still braids her hair though) and Tomo (She doesn't wear the pigtails anymore 'cause she's in highschool and she likes her hair down) even if they only grew a few inches taller. And everyone's more mature too.
And yes, this is a lovestory. Expect cheesiness and hopeless romantic-ness. And forgive me for it. (Haha!)
If you have more questions, or if there's something I didn't make clear, feel free to ask.
Hope ya like it! :))
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PoT characters, I only wish I did. Especially Ryoma. (*drool*)
Preface
After years and years of wishing for something great to happen to me, I finally felt like I was getting my wish granted. As I stood there, watching him smile at me, knowing exactly the reason of that smile, under the stars that suddenly seemed brighter than usual in the majestic sky that I have always loved, thinking to myself 'I love him, I love him, I love him' over and over, wanting to run to him and not being able to because my feet are frozen still from just seeing him – seeing him there, in front of me.
"I bet you're thinking about how awesome I am." He said, and I laughed.
"I'm right aren't I? I'm right 'cause you laughed! And you laughed 'cause I read your mind right!"
I just kept on laughing, not knowing what to say. Too happy to see him. He walked forward until he was inches from me and I had to look up to see his eyes.
"What exactly are you thinking?" He asked and I liked how he said it in almost a whisper. Like a secret only meant for the two of us.
I couldn't get myself to tell him. I just couldn't. So I decided to show him instead. Some wise man did say that actions speak louder than words. So I stood on my toes and kissed him.
After years and years of hoping for something great to happen to me, I finally felt like I was getting my wish granted. Something great was happening - and that something was him.
When I pulled back, I stared at him, smiling. He was smiling too. My favorite crooked smile.
"That," I told him, "is what I was thinking."