It had been nearly a year since the day we decided to open up to each other. Since that cold, wild soul began to show me its most tender and gentle side. Since I started to say "Ericchi" every day of my life.

At first, her dry tone and her actions and responses not very well chosen scared me a bit, but I just had to lend a sympathetic smile for her to leave out her warmth from inside. I spent my days teaching her things she didn´t know, like Japanese traditional food, songs, festivals, costumes... everything seemed wonderful to her. Equally wonderful that she seemed to me.

Knowing her disturbing and interesting way of being had become my favorite hobby, without a doubt. That angelic features Russian ballerina captivated me from dawn to dusk. It was a routine imagine her there with me every nightfall before bedtime. My feelings were dubious, but I preferred to think of my Ericchi that understand them.

I will try to explain, but it will be difficult to understand me if you haven't ever felt those quick and strong beats, if you have never felt how the stars with all its constellations revolved around yourself when she called me on the phone every night, if you have never smiled at her voice, or her name.

We always happen to be an accident full of intent.

I couldn't admit that I knew her as well as I would like; I hardly dare to label her as a friend, having never talked about it. Anyway, that friendship was something I didn't really understand, and somewhere inside my head, it was a very short word to describe all those tumbles from my heart when Ericchi laughed with that sweet voice that only I had listened.

Since that meeting, we begin to see each other each day in class and during breaks. We wore silly excuses, like homework or studies, in order to see us. Every day I woke up happy knowing that I could see her. Every day was a wonderful day just by having her on it. Her charming personality opened to me a slow but steady pace.

Ericchi proved to be an adorable young girl with a strong character. Her heart of gold was very strong, so much so that sometimes it was hard to shed that titanium armor that kept it safe.

I appreciated those looks of envy that some girl shot me for spend hours with her, I felt lucky. Ericchi was much admired by everyone, both for its unique beauty as for its great physical and mental abilities. Sometimes I thought why I could only think of her. It was ironic, but true. With the rise of the afternoon, the time I had to spin her image in my mind was bigger. I dreamed of seeing the sunset with her, counting stars with her, and never ending.

We are made of the same material as dreams.

Does that make us a reality?

Recently we had taken the step to see each other out of high school, and by the afternoon we started going out to take a parfait: a frozen chocolate milkshake that Ericchi had never tasted before, which she loved at first sip.

Hangouts in the neighborhood Akiba cafe drinking those delicious parfaits became, gradually, something needed to de-stress us out of classes and make both of us smile. They were part of our daily life, as was eating and studying. Go together, to take the chocolate she loved. I saw her happy face taking the shake like a little girl, it melted my heart even in the cooler evenings. I loved seeing her nonsense things, enjoy her poetic days, although they were very poor, they didn't stop being sometimes. I treasured in my heart every memory built next to her.

I loved knowing things about her, I always insisted on it and I put my best effort to do so, reaching the point that I ended up knowing more about her than her own sister; Arisa. Ericchi lived with her in a large apartment near the neighborhood where I was set. She also lived with her parents, but she hardly saw them for work in Russia and in Japan. I didn't visit ofthen the young Arisa, but she seemed to be a very happy girl with a passion for pop music of the Idols that are in fashion now.

One of the many things that were the reason I was impressed by Ericchi was her extreme addiction to chocolate, all the flavors, but preferably black chocolate. I got used to always carry some chocolate to class to brighten her day if she was angry, but I had to give it to her anyway even though she was in a good mood. I couldn't resist that peek, my sweet Elichika deserved that and much, much more.

Her incredible willpower was the reason she was an excellent student, with wonderful grades in all subjects. I appreciated her too much. I appreciated her words, I appreciated her body, her gestures, her laughter,...

"Nozomi"

I looked up from the chocolate parfait with blueberries I was taking to meet her beautiful and haunting blue eyes.

"I've been thinking about introducing me for Student Council president ..."

It was a strange proposal from her. Thinking about her enormous difficulty to show a little kindness to other students, wanting to hold an office as ... open like that just didn't fit her personality. Or at least the personality that she showed others, because with me she was different.

Are you sure about that, Ericchi?"

She looked at me confused by the question. She wouldn't understand why I said it.

"You're going to need to have more contact with people …"

A small smile formed on her lips, almost hard to see.

"Don't worry about it, I do it for all to change their idea of me."

She seemed to convince herself with those words. It seemed that she wanted to believe something that even she knew it was impossible.

"Ericchi,"

"... Yes? ..."

"...Don't lie to me."

She bowed her head and formally placed her hands on her lap. She had a sad expression; staring into nothingness and an unsatisfied grimace.

"Why do you want to do that, Ericchi?"

She put both elbows on the table, and then her face in her hands. She tried not to look me in the eyes, but she couldn't. As I looked often her blue eyes, she sought my turquoise frequently.

"I feel I can stop the school closure..." She tried to stand firm and not raise her voice. "They just need someone competent, someone who put motivation in her work..."

A couple of months ago, it had spread the rumor that our high school was in the process of closing. It was a very traditional, old and not very modern building, most students prefer to enroll in the new school of Akiba neighborhood, which had done famous thanks to its futuristic facilities and its group of nationally known Idols: A-Rise.

In short, Ericchi was that kind of person who would go for all, who would do anything and put all her might to make her personal goals a reality. Since arriving, she has felt very close to this school, I wasn't surprised at all that she wanted to give everything to save the school.

I smiled pleasantly at her frown.

"Do you think you could do it?"

"Of course!" She frowned when she said that, as if expecting me to not believe her at all. I let out a soft chuckle at her reaction.

"So you have my support, Ericchi ~" I grabbed her hand gently indicating safety and support. She smiled at me with those lips so desirable ... I mean, delicate; as a sign of peace to the situation.

We keep talking about unimportant things until dusk began to fall on the sky, then we took our books and we walked together to the crossroads where we parted for each of us go to our home.

That was the moment I hated most the day; when I had to say goodbye to not see her until the next day. It sounded absurd, being so exaggerated with something as simple and ordinary as that. Anyway, she had to go home with her sister Arisa. I had to go to mine, but no one would be waiting for me when I arrived.

"Well, Nozomi, until tomorrow."

"Until tomorrow, Ericchi."

I started walking toward my street, but after a few steps I stopped and turned to see her. She walked taking firm, fast and safe steps in the opposite direction.

When walking, her blond ponytail moved sideways. Her skirt was also moving with the movement of her bottom when she walked. As her buttocks moved through every step, the skirt was dancing from left to right, and sometimes, it went up a little...

Why am I thinking about these things?

I could feel my cheeks burn. I probably was red as a tomato. I turned to walk towards my house, and when I arrived, I jumped on the bed trying to forget what I had thought before. It was very difficult to forget.

I buried my face in the pillow, trying to leave the shame impregnated in its fabric so I can get rid of it. As expected it didn't work, so I decided to study to try to take those things away from my mind. The lesson we were giving was very boring, it wasn't long until I started reading it monotonously without not even find out what about it was. So I spent much of the afternoon like that, until I found the time to make dinner, then I went to the kitchen.

I didn't feel like cooking. I opened the closet where I kept the vegetables and things like that and I took a prepackage of noodles. I only had to heat them in the microwave and it was ready. Advantages of living alone; no need to worry so much about the quality of the product or its aesthetics.

After dinner, I went to my room again and I changed my school uniform to wear my evening dress, something like a much more stylish and beautiful short nightgown. I pulled my hair down to get a braid and just before going to bed, the phone rang.

"Yes?" I said a little puzzled by receiving a call at this hour. I called only my parents and very occasionally.

"Good night, Nozomi."

It was her voice. That so soft, encouraging voice which I loved to hear. Without realizing it, I started grinning like an authentic fool. I approached the mobile phone even more to my face and I answered.

"Good night, Ericchi! ~" I think my tone sounded a little too sweet and cloying, but I couldn't help it. "What is the reason for this call?"

"Can't I talk to you if I want to?"

It was very difficult removing that stupid smile that I had. I tried to speak as if I weren't so overly excited or something like that.

"Ah, yes, you can, Ericchi." I let out a small laugh. I heard another laugh in response from the other side of the line.

"You know what, Nozomi? The other day I met Minami Kotori, the daughter of the director, and I told her of the Student Council and …"

Ericchi started talking about a lot of things. I wasn't sure about what, because I got lost in her voice, in her tone, in her breathing. I imagined her as if she would be in front of me, or maybe at my side. Whispering things to my ear.

"Are you listening? What do you think?"

"Yes, of course. I think it's great, Ericchi!"

No, sorry. I wasn't listening ...

What you are is distracting me from what you say.

The next morning, after have breakfast and get ready, I went on my way to school. It was windy, and quite cold. Everyone could tell that winter was coming down, so I decided to wear a scarf to protect myself a little from the bad weather. There were occasional flocks of birds on power lines; together, giving heat to each other. At that time, I was a little envious. It was a good excuse to...

I'm already with that again! I have to do something about it.

After a while; ten or fifteen minutes, I arrived at the venue. Quickly, trying to spend as little time as possible outdoors, I entered into the building and I went to my class. Ericchi was already there; sitting at my table.

"Good morning, Ericchi!"

"Good morning, Nozomi. I hope I haven't talked about very boring things yesterday evening..."

"Oh, not at all! I enjoyed talking with you."

I think she thought I'm ecstatic about yesterday ... I should pretend better.

"Well, I'm glad. So it's okay to go talk to Minami Kotori-chan to know more about it?"

"Yes, of course." Perfect; I did it perfect.

We went to math and literature class before the mid-morning break. Both subjects seem pretty boring, so I just memorized the folds of the uniform jacket of Ericchi. Then, in the mid-morning break, we went to look for Minami Kotori.

Apparently, she was a student of the second year. We asked all the girls we saw, and we only discovered that she had gray-brown hair, caramel-colored eyes, a green ribbon in her hair and a very sweet voice. Even knowing what she looked like, find someone among so many people we didn't know even their names was almost impossible.

"Excuse me, do you know Minami Kotori?" Ericchi asked a girl passing by our side at that time.

"Ah, yes, she and Honoka went for their jackets, they will return now. Do you need me to say something on your part or you prefer to wait for them?"

The way that girl talk to fascinated me, she was very polite. She had long, navy blue hair and brown eyes. Transmitting tranquility. She seemed a good person.

"We'll wait for her, then."

A/N: Sorry again for my really bad English. And thank you guys for read my translation of my own story! What do you think about it?