Its story time with Tsuki! XD Here is a new story. I know I have two other storied I'm writing, but I'm the type of writer who gets inspired randomly. Like for instance – I get inspired by music. I am constantly listening to my iPod, and get my inspiration from the songs I listen to. This story was also inspired by a song. You will soon figure out what the song is… anyways, enough of my rambling, let's get on with the story, shall we? I wonder if anyone actually reads these author's notes I write… Do you? Tell me in your review! (ZOMG! I just realized that rhymed…XD)
Disclaimer: I no own Gakuen Alice.
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Don't Forget
By Tsuki's Angel
~Chapter 1~
-Rose-
~Mikan~
Back then, I didn't know that I would be world famous in just a day. Back then, I didn't know he would break up with me in just a day.
I was walking down the long hallway wearing dark skinny jeans with a black belt that was loose so that it hung diagonally down my waist, a striped black and white long sleeved shirt that showed my shoulders, and white leather boots that reached my knees. My hair was longer and full-blown curly now and I had side bangs that cascaded down the side of my face. I did my makeup just so that I had those beautiful smoky eyes, rosy pink cheeks, and light pink lip gloss. I was also wearing a silver necklace with a diamond heart that omitted the faintest pink shine.
That's right, I'm a singer now. I wrote songs. I sang them. I did all of that stuff. My manager was my best friend, Hotaru. She was the only one I had left after he left me a year ago. I honestly tried as hard as I could to forget about him. The truth is, I couldn't, and I can't. It's impossible. So that's how I became a singer. My objective was to get so busy, so distracted, that I couldn't possibly have time to remember him. Ever since the day I became famous, I promised myself that I will never cry over him again. This job was perfect for me. I made tons of money and I'm always doing something or another.
"Mikan, let's hurry," Hotaru said. Hotaru was wearing a black business suit with the shirt under being white. Her hair now reached her shoulders. We were running a little late. I had to model for some picture. (Yes, sometimes I modeled. Sometimes I even dance, if I get paid enough…)
"Coming, Hotaru," I said quietly. I had changed a little bit ever since that day. I am not as cheery, but try my best to be. I am not as social, but still talk. Hotaru always says that I should smile more, but to tell you the truth, it hurt to smile. So instead of hurting, I keep a blank expression. I try not to express my emotions. We entered through the doors to the studio. I didn't know what I was modeling for.
"Hotaru, what am I modeling for?" I asked her simply.
"Some kind of perfume. I think it's called Rose Garden. Perfect for you, don't you think?" she said. I nodded. The reason she said it was perfect for me was because my stage name was Rose. That's what I was known as, now. Only my friends, err, friend called me Mikan. To say it more clearly, only Hotaru called me that.
"Rose, darling!" said the woman holding the camera and wearing a professional photographer's outfit. "Glad you can make it! Please go to the dressing room, and hurry, please!"
I nodded and was led to the dressing room. There were a couple of women waiting for me. One held up my dress, which was a strapless blood red ball gown. It had many ruffles and frills and had an intricate design on the bosom. Lovely… not. It was totally opposite my style. Oh well. I took it from the woman and walked into the changing room and changed into it. I placed my clothes on the table. The other woman that wasn't holding anything motioned me to sit in the chair. I did. She was going to do my makeup. She washed off my current makeup and replaced it with red lip gloss, and pink-gold eye shadow. She also added a bit of blush and mascara. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked as if I were a girly-girl. I sighed and walked out to the studio.
"Ah! Wonderful! Wonderful! You look lovely, Rose," the photographer said. I think I shall call her Aveeno, for she smelled strongly of that lotion brand.
"Come over here," Aveeno said. I sat down where she told me to. She gave me instructions about how to sit. She told me to sit down with my bare back facing the camera. Then she said to angle my head so that I looked directly at the camera with a sad look. That wasn't very hard to accomplish. My hair was moved so the bare flesh of my back was exposed. Next, Aveeno handed me a red rose, and told me to hold it to my lips while winking with the eye that was farthest from the camera.
"Perfect! Perfect!" she said, taking multiple pictures at many different angles. After what seemed like an eternity with the same pose, she said we were done. I raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure you only wanted one pose?" I asked.
"It's perfect! I don't need another. You did very well, Rose," Aveeno complimented. I nodded and went to the dressing room to change back into my old clothes and makeup. I walked back to Hotaru and we left just as fast as we came.
"Hotaru, when is the concert?" I asked. I knew I had to sing my new single tonight, but forgot when.
"It's tonight at eight," she replied. I shivered as we walked out of the building. The cold November winds of New York nipped at my delicate face. Hotaru noticed this and handed me my coat, which was white with a fur collar. I put it on while murmuring a 'Thank You'. We walked to my waiting white limo. I stepped into the car after Hotaru and we sped off. I took out my iPhone and started to listen to the music I had on it. Currently, I was listening to Kylie Minogue. I shut my eyes and engulfed myself into the music, with the time passing by until we finally reached mine and Hotaru's penthouse. We got out of the car and walked into the building. The penthouse was on the top floor of the building, so we always had to take the elevators.
We reached the door to my home. Hotaru opened it and I immediately stepped inside, sighed and plopping down onto the sofa.
"Mikan, are you hungry?" she asked, heading to the kitchen.
"Nah, I'm fine," I replied. She sighed in exasperation.
"Mikan, you didn't have anything to eat today. Seriously, you have to eat something," she scolded. I winced. I didn't eat much anymore. It wasn't my fault, though. I just couldn't find anything that I liked anymore, so I only ate when absolutely necessary, like when I feel a bit faint, and even then, Hotaru would just give me what I always tell her to give me – an orange and a bottle of water. Other than that, I drank a lot of coffee.
"I'm not hungry," I replied, but then my stomach grumbled. Hotaru threw an orange at my head and following that was a water bottle. It hurt, badly.
"Dummy, you don't need to get any tinier. There is no size negative five, okay? This just proves what affect that jerk had on you," she said, muttering the last part a little quieter. I don't think she knows, but I heard it. My bottom lip started to quiver. I breathed in and did not cry. Hotaru was whispering to herself again saying stuff like, "If I ever see him again, he will never see the light of day.", "Shall he ever touch Mikan again, he will lose his hand, or better yet, his head.", or even, "That idiot never should've been born."
I didn't say anything. I make Hotaru worry about me too much. I sighed and picked up the orange off of the floor from where it fell upon making massive impact with my head. I started peeling it, walking to the kitchen. I set a paper towel on the counter which was not connected to the kitchen and set my orange on it. I walked back to pick up the water bottle then went back to the kitchen, sitting down on one of the stools that stood in front of the counter and continued to peel my orange. Once it was peeled, I ate it. I ate slowly, but I swallowed it, and that settled Hotaru down a bit. I chugged my water, and wiped my mouth afterwards.
"Happy now?" I said. Hotaru rolled her eyes. I glanced at the clock. It was six thirty. We had to be at the stage I was to get there in half an hour. We needed to be there by seven because there were some stage things we had to get settled.
"Ah, what did I have to change into, again?" I asked her.
"Oh, you have to change when we get there," she said. I mouthed an 'Oh'.
A half hour later, we were at the stage. I was astonished by how big it was. It looked as if it could hold ten thousand people. I was also going to be LIVE on television. Even on those big New York televisions that hung on buildings for people walking by to watch. Once I got there, I was immediately pulled into the dressing room, being changed into a strapless hot pink bubble dress that reached above my knees with a huge bow at my front right side, black high-heeled lace up sandals that reached an inch below my knee, and of course, I had my silver necklace. My makeup was being done now. Mascara was applied, along with silver eye shadow, pink lip gloss, and blush. I was being perfected for my concert. My nails were also being painted a light pink and my hair was left down to flow down to the middle of my back in elegant curls and my side bangs to cascade the side of my face, like it always is. All that was added was a black headband.
Then I was finally done. I looked at the clock and realized it was already time for the concert. I was being ushered out of the dressing room. My black electric guitar was handed to me for I was to play it. I heard my name being chanted. "Rose, Rose, Rose, Rose!" I then walked out onto the stage and the crowd screamed. I plastered on a smile and walked down the island jutting out of the stage to the microphone. I adjusted its height to match my own. I also adjusted my guitar so that the strap fit comfortably on my shoulder.
"Hello, everyone. Thanks for coming tonight," I said. The crowd cheered. But I wondered – For what?
"Um, the song I am playing tonight is called Don't Forget. It was written from the bottom of my heart, okay? I wrote it for all of you who has experienced a major break-up before. It's just a little something. Anyways, I have no specific dedications for this song, but I'm sure if I did dedicate it to someone, he, err, they would know," I finished. "Well, here it goes,"
The crowd cheered, then silenced. I began singing with my heart.
Don't Forget
(Demi Lovato)
Did you forget
That I was even alive
Did you forget
Everything we ever had
Did you forget
Did you forget
About me
Did you regret
Ever standing by my side
Did you forget
What we were feeling inside
Now I'm left to forget
About us
My heart was beginning to beat raggedly. I don't know what I was thinking. How could I make it through? I guess I'm going to have to tough it out.
But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
I felt as if I was on the verge of tears. Hotaru was right. Look what he did to me. Now, I bet you anything, the rest of the song is going to sound like I was singing while trying not to cry.
So now I guess
This is where we have to stand
Did you regret
Ever holding my hand
Never again
Please don't forget
Don't forget
We had it all
We were just about to fall
Even more in love
Than we were before
I won't forget
I won't forget
About us
But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
I strummed the musical intercourse feeling stronger now that I was getting my feelings out in one way or another. I kept these feelings bottled up for a year. It was time to let them out.
Somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
At all
Then I stopped playing my guitar and let the other instrument players play this part because they were supposed to.
And at last
All the pictures have been burned
And all the past
Is just a lesson that we've learned
I won't forget
Please don't forget us
The piano started playing softly. I sang along with it, finishing up the last stanza of the song.
But somewhere we went wrong
Our love is like a song
But you won't sing along
You've forgotten
About us
I whispered one last 'Don't Forget' into the microphone and looked away from the crowd as they cheered. I gave them one last smile and waved at them as I walked off the stage and to the backstage. Hotaru was waiting for me. She was giving me a stern look.
"Mikan, will you answer a question for me?" she asked. "And be honest."
"Sure," I replied, wondering what it could be.
"Who did you write that song for?" she asked bluntly. I twitched.
"No one," I replied emotionless. "It's just a song, Hotaru. Geez."
"Oh really?" she questioned then shrugged. She walked past me, but stopped when her shoulder aligned with mine. "Then why were you crying out there?"
And she walked away. I gasped and brought a hand to my cheek, and the traitor tears were there. I had broken my promise. I cried because of him.
~.~.~.~.~.~
The ride home from the concert was silent. I was a hit, but I didn't feel like one. I felt terrible and I was getting carsick. I told the driver to stop. We were a few blocks away from the penthouse so I decided I could walk. I sighed as soon as I stepped out of the car. The cold air felt good against my flushed skin. I was walking through a crowd. I was on Main Street now and saw a building with a television on it. The TV was playing my newest song from the concert. Hotaru was right. I was crying. I just stood there watching myself humiliate me. I sharply turned my head away from the screen. I swore and started walking again. I shivered, and then sneezed. I zipped up my coat over my dress that I didn't bother to take off and change into my other clothes. I now wish that I did. It was freezing.
I silently walked. I stared at my feet, not bothering to look up. I was walking slower and slower until I came to a stop in front of the intersection. I then finally looked up to see the wonderful city lights, shining brightly. I sighed. I still couldn't believe what happened. I shook my head as if to shoo the thoughts away. It was over now. There was nothing that I could do about it. He decided to break up with me. I was 20, already. I shouldn't be such a crybaby. He was far away from me, now. He was in California and I was in New York. There was nothing that I could do about it. Nothing.
The sign switched from a cautioning red hand to a green person walking, signaling for me to cross the street. I walked across the slush covered road and made it to the other side. I took a look at the building in front of me. Starbucks. I could use a Grande Café Mocha, now. I walked into the shop and was engulfed in the smell of coffee and cake. I sighed. It was so warm. I walked up to the counter.
"Hello. What may I help you with today?" said the woman at the counter.
"Um, one Grande Café Mocha with extra whip cream. Oh and can you pour some chocolate over the whip cream?" I said. She smiled.
"Sure thing," she said. I paid for the coffee and walked to the other counter, waiting for my coffee to be done. The woman finished making my coffee and set it on the counter. I took it, and went to go sit at a table near the window. I took off my coat and placed it on the back of the chair. The chairs were pretty high. I stared out the window into blank nothingness. Then I noticed there was a full moon out tonight. I frowned. Why must everything remind me of him? He broke up with me the day there was a full moon. I remember and know because that was all I could stare at that night. I decided to leave the shop. I got off of my chair, setting my coffee on the table to fix my dress. I picked up my coffee and turned around to leave the shop when something unfortunate happened.
"Hey, Luca. Get me some coffee. I want it black," said a familiar voice. My breathing hitched. My bottom lip quivered. My knees were going to give out under me. My coffee suddenly felt as if it weighed a ton. My breathing became uneven, and on top of that… I was going to cry. I knew it. What was he doing here?! I looked up and there he was. He was staring blankly ahead of him, completely unaware I was here having a seizure because of his very presence. I looked at him, his soft midnight black hair, maroon ruby eyes. He had the most perfect eyes. His face was also perfect. Heck, all of him was perfect and I hated it. My shocked expression turned into that of a sad girl who lost what was the most important to her.
He leaned his head back to look at the ceiling then turned his head, and he caught sight of me. His eyes widened. His best friend walked up to him with two cups of coffee.
"Natsume, here is your coffee," he said. "Hey…what are you looking at–" He turned his gaze to me, too. His eyes practically bulged out of his head. I ignored him and looked at him. His eyes locked with mine and it felt as if we were the only people in the world. All the feelings of that day flooded through me. It hurt. Big fat tears silently fell down my cheeks. I dropped my coffee on the floor, making it spill everywhere, but before it had a chance to splash me, I was sprinting headfirst out of the coffee shop, my heels making clopping noises as I ran out the door.
The cold air washed over me. I forgot my coat in the coffee shop. I didn't care. There was no way I was going back. I ignored the people staring at me with surprised expressions. I ignored the people that yelled at me. I ran as fast as I could. I needed to get as far away from him as possible. I finally reached my building. I ran inside and into the elevator. I pressed the button for the penthouse. I knocked furiously on the door when I got to it. Hotaru opened it, and shock covered her face when she saw me. I walked in and shut the door behind me. I leaned my back to it and slid down till I was sitting and my head was hidden in my knees. I cried loud broken sobs.
"Mikan! What happened?" she said, worried. She knelt down beside me.
"H-H-Hotaru!" I said, throwing my arms around her. I needed a hug. She hugged me back.
"What happened?" she asked. I cried a bit more until I answered.
"I-I s-saw… a-at… c-coffee…" I said, unable to speak clearly.
"You saw him at Starbucks?" she said. I nodded. She knows me so well. She hugged me tighter. I sobbed loudly into her shoulder until I had no more tears. I slowly stopped crying.
"Where on earth is your coat?! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! You'll get sick! You're freezing cold!" she scolded.
"Starbucks," I replied, sniffing and taking in a ragged breath. "I didn't want to go back."
"Ah, I see," she replied. "So… was the other one there too?" I nodded. She meant Luca, obviously. She loved him, but broke up with him when Natsume broke up with me. I told her not to, but she did anyways. She was such a good friend. I bet she still loves Luca.
~Natsume~
I couldn't believe it. She was standing right there. She was in a dress. She was beautiful. She was crying. I stared at her. It was obvious she still hasn't forgiven me. I don't think she ever will. Luca came, but I didn't hear a word he was saying. I was too caught up in Mikan. She had the saddest, most torn, hurt expression I've ever seen. There was no way she would forgive me. There was no point in me coming back to New York to win her heart back. No point whatsoever. I hurt her too much. She dropped her coffee and ran out of the shop as fast as light. I was about to call after her, but she was out of the store before I even had a chance to blink. I stared at where she was standing. She left her coat behind, and with that dress on, she must be freezing out there. I ran to her table, grabbed her coat and sprinted out of the shop. I looked for her. I didn't know which way she went. I slapped my forehead and swore.
"Why did I have to be such an idiot?" I whispered to myself. Luca walked out behind me.
"Natsume…are you okay?" he asked. I didn't answer. He knew that I wasn't. Then I heard her voice. It was loud and clear like silver bells. She was famous now, I knew that, but I didn't know she had a concert tonight. I looked to see where the sound was coming from. It was coming from a television on a building. She was on TV. She was standing on a stage, looking prettier than ever. The dress suited her perfectly. She looked upset, though and much, much, much skinnier.
"Um, the song I am playing tonight is called Don't Forget. It was written from the bottom of my heart, okay? I wrote it for all of you who has experienced a major break-up before. It's just a little something. Anyways, I have no specific dedications for this song, but I'm sure if I did dedicate it to someone, he, err, they would know. Well, here it goes," she said, then started singing. I listened to the song.
Did you forget
That I was even alive
Did you forget
Everything we ever had
Did you forget
Did you forget
About me
Did you regret
Ever standing by my side
Did you forget
What we were feeling inside
Now I'm left to forget
About us
I knew the song was meant towards me. It hurt, badly that she thought I forgot about her. How could I when my whole existence is dedicated for her? She should know that…
But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
So now I guess
This is where we have to stand
Did you regret
Ever holding my hand
Never again
Please don't forget
Don't forget
We had it all
We were just about to fall
Even more in love
Than we were before
I won't forget
I won't forget
About us
My eyes widened as I stared at the screen. A tear escaped from her eye. She was beginning to cry.
But somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
I saw her facial expression. It looked as if she was going to crack. The she strummed the guitar, her voice growing stronger, but she was still crying.
Somewhere we went wrong
We were once so strong
Our love is like a song
You can't forget it
At all
She stopped playing her guitar. She looked downcast as she sang the next two stanzas.
And at last
All the pictures have been burned
And all the past
Is just a lesson that we've learned
I won't forget
Please don't forget us
But somewhere we went wrong
Our love is like a song
But you won't sing along
You've forgotten
About us
She finished the song whispering one last 'Don't Forget' into the microphone. I turned my head sharply from the screen and stormed off to who-knows-where. I don't care where I went. I hurt her so badly. I don't deserve her. I can't win her back. I know that now. It was impossible. It was fate.
Stupid, dumb, fate.
Whew! Finally finished. I'm sorry that I repeated the song twice, but I felt I had to. I tried typing this chapter with just having the song in there once, but I didn't feel that the emotions of the characters came across well. So, I typed it twice. What do you guys think? Please tell me in your review!
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