Here I am, back again with the next chapter! Sorry the last one was so short. I've only gotten one view so far :/ so I hope others will come. Enjoy!
Hey Stephen
Natsume's POV:
After all this time, it's like I don't even need to hear her loud, obnoxious voice to know that she's coming closer to me. It's as if I can sense her presence. As I lounged beneath the sakura tree I could feel Mikan getting closer and closer until, finally, "Natsume!" was called out. Really, I couldn't help but smile internally. How that girl had pushed through the past 6+ years of harassment that I had been dishing out and still wanted to hang around me, I honestly couldn't figure out. But man, was I glad that she stuck around. Though I know it's cliché to say, Mikan truly was the only light in my darkness. There was just something about her, and I could only feel a real sort of happiness with her and no matter what; I never wanted to have to part with her. Because, I'll admit it, I loved this girl. I had tried not to make that a point to her directly, hell; I'd given her the exact opposite impression. But regardless of what she thought, I loved her.
There she was now, screaming my name out again. How annoying, ugh. But adorable too, some part of my brain reminded me. And yes, I admit, it was.
Out of nowhere, it seemed she plopped down next to me, smiling; the way she always was. Some things never did change.
"Oi Polka Dots, is it really necessary to be so loud? I swear I'm losing my hearing in one ear, thanks to you. Care to turn it down a notch?" I shot at her in an irritated tone. I could see her cheeks puff out and her eyes narrow the way they did whenever I offended her in some silly way.
"Natsume," she shouted angrily, "I am 17, stop calling me Polka Dots!"
"Well fine then," I retaliated and then proceeded to pull at her collar and look down her shirt. I really meant no harm by this, like with the panties thing, I just knew it'd piss her off to be called by something in association with her undergarments. Now that she actually had boobs, her bra was an easy target. Except for today. The day she decided to wear a hot pink bra with ruffles of black lace. Oh, uh . . . um . . . was all that I thought as I quickly let go and leaned back against the tree.
"Whatever, Polka Dots." I told her again, not wanting to say much else.
"Ugh, you PERVERT!" she screamed for all to hear. Awkward, but just hilarious, I thought to myself, well, while I'm at it, I might as well keep pushing her.
"Geez, I'm so perverted? Is it really necessary to flaunt yourself like that all over campus? And what would you be doing wearing that much frill under your clothes? Trying to impress me, Polka?" I smirked at that last bit. Oh, this one was going to send her over the edge.
"I . . . you . . . uh . . . perv . . . ugh!" she barely got out, not even knowing how to form a comeback. Ah, speechless. Mission accomplished. Now that we had no more to say, she huffed, crossed her arms, and began to pout. She had the cutest look when her lower lip stuck out like that, and I could see a faint blush on her cheeks. Though, I personally thought she looked her most beautiful when she smiled, this look was okay too. Any look was okay, except for her truly sad crying face. Little did she know, it broke my heart to see her cry. That's why I never took it too far.
"So why are you here, anyways?" I asked her. I hadn't really gotten to that point yet.
"Well, I," she paused for a second, looking like she needed to reword something, "I decided you needed some company, that's all." There was something else behind her words, I could tell, I just didn't feel like figuring it out. I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the tree, listening to nothing in particular. Suddenly, I could feel her tense at my side, as if she had more to say. Then she sprang up.
"I've got to go." She said hastily, then moved quickly to the sidewalk and retreated to her dorm. She really was a sight to see. I watched her figure until it disappeared. Hm, that was sort of odd . . . but it is Mikan I guess . . . oh well. There really was a lot that girl couldn't see. It was shocking that after so long, she never did figure out how I felt about her. She was a little thickheaded, to be fair, but still. As graduation became closer and closer to the present, I thought, maybe, it would be better if my feelings were out in the air. But how does someone like me bring that up in conversation?
It would happen though, one way or another. Before I left this academy, Mikan would know my true feelings for her. I swear it.
Chapter 2 done! I hope you enjoyed it. I also hope I captured Natsume's character right. Please review. You'll make me happy. :) Chapter 3 soon! (okay, well, sort of soon. You know; midterms, study study, insanity, the good stuff) Bye for now!