Okay, this is an experimental story- I'm kinda known for writing for strange or rare pairings, as some of you might have noticed if you've looked at my profile. I noticed my last story has stopped being so popular so I'm going to try to move on to a new idea. Don't worry, the pairings won't be TOO out there, and everyone will be at least somewhat compatible.

Storyline: Shizuma's invited everyone to a family owned cabin up in the mountains. Normally this would be an innocent attempt at friendship, but Shizuma can never leave things as they are, and has a plan up her sleeve. Only, everything doesn't go quite as she planned it, especially when her flirtatious cousin apparently had the same idea as hers and invited some of his friends…

Strawberry Triangles

Prologue: The Perfect Plan

Disclaimer: Nothing's mine but the plot!

A certain silver-haired girl scowled unabashedly at the blue-haired girl currently doting over her girlfriend. She knew of Tamao's feelings for Nagisa- sympathized, even, but certainly not enough to put up with her clinging to the red-head.

But unlike the current Etoile, Nagisa seemed intent on being there for her friend, despite her feelings for her, and Shizuma couldn't begin to imagine upsetting her Nagisa-chan. Therefore, it was time to move on to Plan B, or 'find the angsty poet a new girl to obsess over so she forgets about her feelings for my girlfriend,' as Shizuma affectionately referred to it as. And she believed she had the perfect person as well as the perfect place for it to happen.

"Mi-yu-kiii," she sang, her eyes trailing over to where her friend sat stiffly in an armchair, deliberately ignoring the scene before her. "Mi-YU-"

"What," Miyuki snapped, her eyes meeting Shizuma's, the mocha irises brimming with annoyance, "is it, Shizuma?"

Shizuma huffed in mock hurt before scooting a little bit closer to her friend, although, the way things were going now, she doubted Nagisa and Tamao would hear her anyway. "Am I not allowed to want to talk to my best friend for no reason?" she asked, and Miyuki rolled her eyes.

"You're allowed, Shizuma," she said, "but that doesn't mean you do. So I'll ask again- what is it that you want?"

Shizuma's lips curled into a smirk. "Ah, you caught me," she said lightly. "I want to organize a trip."

Miyuki raised an eyebrow. "A trip?" she asked. "In the middle of November? It's not as if I don't expect you to abuse your power by now, but isn't it a little…unorthodox?"

"Since when have I been, how you say…orthodox?" Shizuma asked, a cocky little smile tugging at the corners of her lips, the one she knew Miyuki couldn't resist. She wasn't stupid, despite popular belief, and she knew of Miyuki's feelings for her- okay, so maybe Chikaru might have let something slip. But still. She knew Miyuki's weaknesses and she wasn't afraid to use them. "Just live a little, Miyuki," she said. "We'll invite everyone- who knows what might happen?" She embellished her ploy with an exaggerated wink.

"And who's everyone, Shizuma?" Miyuki asked tiredly. Shizuma's grin widened- she knew she'd won.

The previous Etoile shrugged. "Just…everyone. Chikaru, definitely, because it'd be no fun without her…Shion, too, because she's fun to mess with and I think she has a thing for someone, though I'm not sure who…," she trailed off, looking off to the side for a moment as Miyuki rolled her eyes a second time. Shizuma had to be the densest- well, second densest, she couldn't forget Nanto-san- girl alive. Speaking of which… "Yaya-chan and her pet Tsundere," Shizuma continued in a decisive tone. "Their sexual tension is suffocating- it's better than daytime television."

Miyuki frowned, noticing something odd about where Shizuma seemed to be heading with this. "Shizuma…," she began warily, "you're not trying to play matchmaker, are you?"

Shizuma scoffed. "Please, Miyuki," she stated in a patronizing tone, "I'm not working with anything that isn't already there. And I'm bloody tired of Suzumi trailing after my Nagisa-chan looking like someone kicked her puppy to death."

Miyuki raised an eyebrow. "You didn't even mention her."

Shizuma adopted a feral grin. "And that, my dear, darlingest Miyuki, is where you come in," she said with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows. Miyuki groaned. "What?" Shizuma asked, honestly confused. "Suzumi's hot- if she wasn't after my Nagisa-chan, I'd-"

"Yes, yes, Shizuma, I think the world knows what you'd do," Miyuki stated tiredly. "But I don't have feelings for Suzumi-san."

"Don't or can't?" Shizuma asked petulantly, causing Miyuki to sigh. "I'm getting tired of your 'can't and won't' attitude. There's other options out there, Yuki-chan."

"And Suzumi-san isn't one of them," Miyuki replied sharply, unwittingly calling the attention of the two younger girls in the room.

"I'm not one of what, Rokujou-san?" Tamao asked, her eyebrows crinkled in slight concern. Miyuki gave the girl a mild smile to assure her that everything was alright- Tamao was cute, sweet, and loving, but she wasn't what Miyuki needed.

"Nothing, Suzumi-san," she said lightly. "Shizuma was just talking about another of her insane schemes."

"Anyway," Shizuma said loudly, calling attention back to herself. "Obviously we would invite Suzumi and my Nagisa-chan." Tamao winced slightly Shizuma's harsh pronunciation of her name, but didn't give the older girl the satisfaction of seeing her reaction. "Amane and Hikari, Kaname and Momomi…"

A pained expression appeared on Miyuki's face. It was bad enough that the Spicans who were constantly at each other's throats were coming along, but now… She sighed, resigning herself to her fate. "So how are we going to get there?"

PGBR

"I can't believe we're going up to the mountains in November," a small pinkette grumbled, her arms folded tightly over her chest. She was wearing her usual sweater, but she was also quite small, and therefore affected quite badly by the cold. Beside her stood a giant suitcase that was at least half her size- it was a miracle she'd gotten it outside of the school.

"Stop complaining, Tsu-bo-mi-chaaan," a husky voice crooned from behind her, and seconds later the pinkette was enveloped in a crushing warmth. "It's a vacation from school, and Shizuma-sama's house will be heated, ne?"

Tsubomi grumbled under her breath, her face rapidly developing a tell-tale pink hue. "Like you need a vacation from school," she muttered to cover her embarrassment. "It's not like you ever go anyway."

"Aww, does my Tsubomi-chan miss me when I'm not there?"

"Baka!" Tsubomi snapped, shoving Yaya off of her and taking a wide step to her right, positioning her suitcase between the two of them. A shiver ran down her spine as she felt the full effects of the cold- Yaya's body heat had warmed her up considerably, and now the cold was a hundred times worse. "And I'm not your Tsubomi-chan," she added belatedly, flushing crimson.

Beside her, the tall brunette's lips parted in a wide smile just before she worked up a slew of real tears as Hikari ran up beside the two girls, Amane trailing behind her. "Yaya-chan?" Hikari asked, instantly concerned. "What's wrong?"

Tsubomi straightened, turning to face Yaya, her heart dropping for the longest moment before… "My Tsubomi-chan doesn't love me anymore," Yaya sniffed, and the pinkette detected the playful glint beneath the fake sorrow.

She growled and stomped on Yaya's foot with all her might, scowling when Yaya only turned to her with a grin. "Baka!" she shouted again, grabbing her suitcase and attempting to storm off as the bus Shizuma had rented rolled up. Only, the suitcase weighed almost as much as she did, so it was more like hobbling than storming. She squeaked in shock when a warm hand met with her own and the weight disappeared; Tsubomi glanced up to catch Yaya giving her a wink, Tsubomi's bag balanced in one hand, her own in the other as she handed them to the loader. For a few seconds, Tsubomi's mouth flapped like a fish out of water as she tried to come up with something to say before she eventually gave an irritated growl and stomped into the bus, leaving a grinning Yaya watching after her.

PGBR

"No means no, Kaname!" Momomi snapped, jerking her lover's chin so that she was facing her. "This is supposed to be a vacation- no more 'rivalries' with Otori-san."

Kaname scoffed. "If it bothers you so much, why did you come back to me?" she drawled, raising an eyebrow as Momomi's eyes brimmed with tears. "Geez, Momomi…I don't have feelings for that stupid Otori-san."

It was Momomi's turn to huff this time as she folded her arms over her chest. "Really?" she asked, her voice brimming with disbelief. "You think that little of me? I was there at the tennis match, Kaname. I was there…cheering for you, wishing you the best…and then…" Her eyes hardened as she raised her head again. A month ago, perhaps she would have looked into those narrowed eyes and seen something there to make her want to stay- to make all the heartbreak worth it in the end. But there was nothing but spite and petty jealousies now.

And what was it worth, in the end? Was it so worth it to keep hurting herself with this relationship when she didn't love Kaname anymore? Was it worth it, just to keep from wearing the same mask she'd seen Nanto-san wearing every day before the pink-haired loli decided to be her rock?

"She's right, you know," Shion said offhandedly, her violet gaze riveted onto the group of girls before her. Momomi followed her gaze, trying to see just who Shion had been watching for the past few months, but the group was too tightly knit.

"Shut up, Shion," Kaname snapped, her lips curling into a sneer. Shion only raised an eyebrow, never taking her eyes off of…whoever it was.

PGBR

A few minutes later found everyone on the bus in more-or-less predictable pairs. This was greatly distressing to a certain bluenette, who had been trying to ignore the fact that the girl she loved was deeply in love with a girl who would, most likely, break her heart.

"Ara," came a soft voice from the seat beside her. Tamao turned to face a gently smiling Le Rim president. "I don't think glaring at Shizuma-san will help much," Chikaru noted, oblivious to Tamao's uncharacteristic huff. "Perhaps you shouldn't try so hard to make Nagisa-chan think you're alright if it's hurting you so much to pretend." Chikaru smiled sadly- seeing the bluenette so upset hurt her as well- she had a hard time believing that this miserable girl beside her was the same girl who had been devastated to learn that she would not be receiving a roommate after all. She wondered if Tamao ever wished she'd never gotten one.

"It would hurt my Nagisa-chan worse if I didn't," Tamao said with a spark of something in her violet eyes that Chikaru finally recognized as a part of her old self. She'd known the bluenette since grade school, even if they hadn't been anything more than acquaintances for most of that time. "She doesn't even know what she's doing."

Tamao's eyes flickered involuntarily to her left- Yaya was leaning back against the plush seat, her earbuds in and her feet resting against the back of the chair in front of her. She felt a small, disembodied twinge of jealousy as her gaze shifted to the pinkette beside Yaya, who was looking up at the girl with absolute adoration, safe in the knowledge that the brunette's eyes were closed. What would it be like, she wondered, to be on the receiving end of such affection instead of merely handing it out?

She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't notice a certain brunette watching her with a strangely similar expression.

So what do you guys think? Should I continue or quit while I'm ahead?