2. Sad Beginning

"So, if we shake up every single bottle and soda in Pekopon, they'll get all fizzy inside," Keroro pointed enthusiastically towards his power point on the board. "And when the Pekoponians open their own soda to drink it, they'll get all sticky, when they get all sticky, they wash themselves, and you know what they'll do then?" Keroro asked enthusiastically.

"We'll invade!" Tamama shouted, fist pumping the area.

Keroro nodded, hands on hips. "Anybody have any questions or ideas about this plan?"

"Yeah I have an idea." Giroro growled, staring him down. "You're an idiot."

"You always call me an idiot!" Keroro screamed, stomping around the room, angrily.

"Ay, I'm lying I'm dying."

With that, Keroro pounced off of his stand and flew across the room. Moving towards the door way. He spun around, eyes streaming with tears.

"You guys never like my ideas!" The door swung open and he ran out of the room

Mois normally would try to stand up to Giroro since he was always such a big bully towards her uncle, but today, her mind was just not all there. It was still spinning from what he had told her the day before. Even though she was pretty confident now that Kururu liked her, she was still nervous.

What if she and Giroro were wrong, what if he didn't like her? That couldn't be true or could it? She tried to push away all the negative feelings and smiled to herself. Kururu was so adorkable!

Glancing around the room, she realized everyone had left. Well, everyone except for Kururu.

Now was her chance!

Tapping away on his computer he didn't even seem to notice her. That didn't matter though and before she knew it, she found herself face to face with him.

"Like, hey." She chirped, smiling and hoping for a grand reaction.

"Yo."

"He didn't act as planned," Mois mentally kicked herself. "He was supposed to just fall onto one knee and confess his feelings for me as soon as I said hi to him!

"So," He dragged out. "What exactly do you want?"

"What do I want?" She repeated quietly.

Leaning forward, Kururu smiled sheepishly and grabbed her lightly by the chin. He tipped her head back ever so slightly and began to lean in. "Yes silly girl that is what I asked." Their lips were merely inches apart and her eyes fluttered shut. "Mois?"

Mois paused and opened one eye to see Kururu at the very back of his chair. Was that all just a day dream? Her cheeks heated and she saw the blank stare that shown on his face.

"Are you ok?" He laughed. "You're acting weirder than normal." It was all just day dream. She was so embarrassed.

"I was going to hang the laundry and I ran into Giroro and Giroro said that you really liked me and you know Giroro he's always, like, super duper honest." She took in a deep breath. "So, I believed him and I thought about it and I've decided I like you, too! Isn't that, like, amazing? I mean sure we have to worry about the peace laws, but-"

Kururu interrupted, "Mois, I never said I had feelings for you."

"What?" A confused look covered the young Angolan's face.

"I said I never said I had feelings for you or liked you or whatever." He repeated, but it wasn't worth it, she was already gone with a trail of tears leading behind her.

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"Mois!" Natsumi shouted, banging as hard as she could on her own bedroom door. "Mois-chan, you can't stay in there forever! I don't know what's wrong, but I know it can't be so bad you have to stay alone in my room for three and a half hours!"

No response.

Natsumi sighed and began to rest her head on the door. "Can we at least talk about it?"

There was a pause, then very slowly the door creaked open and the young Angolan peeked her head through the crack. Natsumi was startled, just by what she could see, she was an absolute mess. Her hair was tousled, mascara running, eyes baggy, and cheeks red.

"OMIGOSH, she looks horrible!" She thought with a mixture of surprise and sympathy. Maybe the situation was worse than she expected it to be.

"Sorry," Mois whispered, quietly and tried to wipe her eyes and dragged mascara all over her face. "I was just, like, really sad and wanted to be alone." She bowed and showed a false smile. "Thank you for your hospitality and room."

She opened the door and tried to squeeze past the red head. Natsumi felt guilt punch her in the stomach. She couldn't just leave Mois alone with Keroro and his friends.

"Hey, uh, do you wanna, I don't know," She locked eyes with her. "Maybe have a sleep over in my room tonight?"

Spinning around and diving into Natsumi's arms, tears began to fall from Mois' eyes again. The two both stood there for a moment and swayed ever so slightly. Natsumi blushed lightly.

"Ok, get off me now." She laughed nervously.

"Thank you so much, Natsumi-san!"

Awkwardly, the two shuffled back into Natsumi's room. Immediately Natsumi dived, head first onto her bed and made the arm motions that made it look like she was making a snow angel. After closing the door behind her Mois stood right in front of the tiny book shelf the stood in between Natsumi's bed and radio.

Natsumi looked over her shoulder and smiled, patting the empty space on the bed. "Would you like to sit and talk about what's wrong?"

Nervously sitting down on the bed, Mois began to cry again. She fell onto Natsumi's shoulder and cried and cried. Tears fell from her eyes and they felt like they were never going to stop.

"It's okay." Natsumi uncomfortably patted the Angolan on the shoulder. "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"I told Kururu I liked him," Natsumi's mouth dropped open and Mois sighed. "Then he told me that he didn't like me back."