A/N: Hi everyone. Yeah, I know, I haven't updated in awhile (cough especially my Atobe story cough), but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. Literally. Erm... You'll see why at the bottom. Uhm, anyway though, I hope you enjoy it!

--Michy


Juliet.


I just wish… I just wish with all my heart that he would tell me what he wants me to do all ready. I just wish that he would just outright tell me, because with the way he is, I can never tell what it means. Maybe I just think too much into things, but… I'm tired of getting my hopes up. I'm tired of trying and trying and trying to understand him. To understand how he can do this to me. It won't work.

How can a guy, fifteen or not, break a girl's heart a zillion times over a year, without even dating her? How can he not care? How can he flirt with her for a half hour, then talk about his girlfriend and how awesome she is, and then flirt with one of the girl's best friends, and then her again? All in one hour? How can he do that and not care?

I just wish he could tell me, straight out, whether he wanted me to just give up on trying. It's been a year. You would think that I would have been able to get over him. No matter what happens, no matter how hard I try, I can't. And it TICKS me off!

Would you like to know my story? Yes? Alright then.


"We need a nickname for you." What? Nickname? Okay, what did I miss in the short few minutes that I walked away from my seat?

"Huh?" I questioned, bright hazel eyes sparkling curiously.

"Ukyou is Selena, Minako is Daphne, and you can be… Miley?" I immediately understood the American teen-stars names, and automatically refused her suggested one for me. "Okay, hmm…"

"How about Taylor?" I said, thinking of Taylor Swift, the American teen-singer whose songs I happened to like quite a lot.

"Nah… hmm." She thought for a few minutes, while I turned curiously to Ukyou, who merely shrugged at me. I returned the gesture.

"Oh! I know!" Kinomi announced. "You can be Juliet!" I paled, looking over at Ukyou, who hid her laughter. You see, I write songs in English. It's fun for me. Anyway, I write songs about my crush… whom I refer to as 'Romeo' in my songs, and me as 'Juliet'. So this little ten year old girl randomly picking that nickname for me, after having just had the worst possible day with 'Romeo' that was possible (and 'Romeo' happening to be the girl's own brother), seemed a bit odd.

"It works." I smiled, hoping it seemed genuine. I was still thinking about what he had said before. That single line of 'My girlfriend says that to me all the time!' It had shattered my heart, and now this? It was if I were a dead body and someone decided to slap my face anyway after my death. Pointless, unnecessary, and… emotionally painful.

"Okay!" And she proceeded to call me Juliet for the rest of the hour, until she had to leave, but before that…

"Oi! Michy!" I was immediately plopped down on. Literally, Ryo Shishido walked over and promptly sat on my lap. I rolled my eyes with a laugh, used to his antics by now. I attempted to shove him off, failing simply because he was much, much stronger than I was. I sighed, "Am I a good pillow?"

"Yeah, actually, you are." He grinned at me, and I rolled my eyes.

"You're such a buttmunch, Ryo." He just smirked at me. Ukyou looked at me, hidden meaning in her eyes. I immediately looked away, masking my tears once again. Yes, Ryo was 'Romeo', Kinomi's older brother, and my crush.

"Yeah, Yeah." He replied. I just smiled slightly, probably turning lobster red. Soon after though, he left, and I headed to the bathroom with Ukyou. Great, now I get to be hormonal AND extra emotional. Yes, monthly time has arrived. Funnnn.

You see, Ryo and I have known each other since our beginning year in middle school. He had started off in my middle school (Kyokiyo Gakuen, a rather unknown school), but had transferred to Hyoutei the next year. I had been in Gym class with him, and we had a mutual friend at the time that brought us close. He liked me for a while, but I said no to him. Stupid, stupid me.

Anyway, once he transferred, I didn't hear from him for two years. Finally one day, I had went with a different friend of mine to the far away Street Tennis Courts, and spotted him. We talked and caught up, and it became sort of like a ritual for our group to meet there every Wednesday at four o'clock sharp. I got to spend AT LEAST an hour with him a week, then we started meeting Sunday mornings too, so I got two hours!

Well, that was all two years ago. We're sophomores in high school now. We still all meet (Me, Ukyou, Ryo, Choutarou, Luna, and co) at the courts at those times, but sometimes we're not always there. Anyway though, back to the point.

I've liked him for over a year now, yes, stupid of me, but I can't help it. I just can't stop liking him. He's everything I've ever wanted. Really. He always makes me laugh, he's just the right height, when he hugs me the world around me disappears, when I think of him I smile immediately, and I get jealous to the point of sadness and tears just at the simple thought of him with any other girl. Especially her. His girlfriend of half a year. Ninari something. She goes to a different school, Chikorika or something of the sort. I couldn't care less. Okay, I could. A lot, actually. But that wasn't my point, was it? My point was: I'm stupid for being in love with Ryo Shishido when he so obviously likes his girlfriend.

Anyway, I decided to head home after that, and called my mom to come and pick me up a bit earlier than usual. I needed to get away before I either puked, or broke out into tears. Turns out, it was the later. But I was good enough at holding back my emotions by now that it didn't matter much; I managed to hold the tears back until an hour later, while I was recording down all the happenings of the day in the confines of my journal. Well, my online one anyway. No one reads it though, it's set to 'only me' to be able to see it. Haha, all my memories of Ukyou-chan trying to hack my computer to read it- good times, good times, they were.

I lay down on my bed, deciding to try and sort out my thoughts. Almost immediately, my recently re-repressed tears flowed into my eyes, and down my cheeks. I was so tired of everything. I was so tired of all the times I came home from our 'meetings' and began to cry over him. I was so tired of wasting my life away on him. It wasn't fair to me. Why couldn't he just tell me what I was supposed to do?

What did he want me to do? Did he want me to get over him? Did he want me to keep waiting for him? What was I supposed to do? I just… it hurt too much to continue this. To get my hopes up constantly, waiting for something to happen. Even if it were just for a hug, I waited. And I was tired of it.

I was tired of getting my hopes up, just for him to crash them down. I was tired of going to those meetings excited to see him, only to leave so sad that I wanted to throw up. I was tired of it. I was tired of him, but no matter how hard I tried, nothing changed. As soon as I would think of his smile, his hug, my feelings for him would come right back.

And now wasn't the time for this stupid teenage-girl crush! I had many, more important, things to think about. Like the situation with my parents, for example. No, they weren't dead or injured or anything. They were divorcing, yes, divorcing. Now when you read that and think 'that's nothing bad', you try knowing my parents, and being in the middle of it. You try it for a day, and tell me I have no reason to be upset and angsty with life.

My mom is constantly griping about him, and being a hypocrite. She complains that he's done something, but then does it herself. Like, for example, going out to the bars. When they were together, she was always complaining and starting fights with him about how he was always there. They're divorcing, guess where she always is? At the bar, clubbing with either my twenty-one year old sister, or my twenty-something and possibly thirty-something (I have no idea how old they are) cousins. Also, my mom? She's forty-five. Creepy, right?

My dad is constantly asking if I'm alright, it's annoying. That, and every time he's in-state (He moved to Kentucky, in the United States, where it's more convenient to be the Sales and Service Technician for a big Oil and Gas company, and also more convenient to be with his girlfriend) he's always calling Cheryl (His girlfriend), and putting her on speakerphone so she can talk to me too. Fun, right? Not. Anyway, I rarely see him, and when I do, he spoils me rotten, so I can't really complain.

But I'm getting extremely tired of being the middle man between the two. I'm sick of 'Did he say this' or 'Did your mom do this' or something of the like EVERY SECOND of EVERY DAY. It's extremely tiring, and extremely exasperating. Trust me, I've been doing it for four months. Also, I'm tired of being alone all the time. It's annoying as all heck! The one time that I WANT to be around people, no one's around! How does THAT work?

Anyway though, back to my point, Ryo shouldn't be a big issue, but unfortunately he is for me. I'm just a stupid girl though, what do I know? It doesn't matter anyway, he'd never like me. I mean, I'm not the prettiest, or the smartest girl ever.

I've got light brown hair that reaches down to mid-shoulder blade with random highlights toward the bottom ends of my hair (from not dying it for a year, but surprisingly it doesn't look bad at all. It looks pretty natural), side bangs that mostly invade some of the vision of my left eye, hazel eyes that aren't much to look at, an average build. I'm not too skinny, not too big, more average. I'm not very sporty anymore either. I lounge most of the time. Having a lot to think through exhausted me so much mentally, that I have no physical energy whatsoever either. Ugh. Life.

But anyway, what could he possibly see in me? I can't see it, so I must not be very much to look at. Anyway, though, that's all that happened today so, I'll see you around soon maybe!

--Michiko (Michy) (Juliet) Hazao. 1.20.10.


A/N: Can anyone figure out why I couldn't get it out of my head? Want to take a wild guess? I'll reveal it next chapter, but first I want at least four reviews with guesses! So review soon?

--Michy