A/N: Hey, so yeah, I'm back...? Ha. Anyway, I guess this story isn't really going that well because, well, I haven't really received any suggestions over the weekend but here's the next chapter anyway. It's just a short one but the next ones will be longer. I'll update as soon as I can again. Now, read and enjoy~

"I'm home…" I said particularly to no one. Satoshi must be in his room, studying, if not, playing games.

Thirsty… I feel so thirsty. After having some teenage hormonal issues in the middle of my way home, I walked faster than I normally would, probably to release whatever this is or just face the music and take a cold shower.

But then again, having these kinds of thoughts about a stranger's eyes is wrong so might as well do the latter.

It's funny as to how just one thing can take over our thoughts or give too much attention to it. Maybe I'm just going through a phase. Yeah, I'm pretty backed up right now so—Tainaka Riku! What's the point of taking a cold shower if you just keep on adding fuel to the fire?

'Touché.'

I must be going crazy.

"Oh, bro, didn't hear you coming home—hey, why're you pulling your hair like that?!"

"I'm going crazy, Satoshi! Help your poor old brother out!"

Satoshi Tainaka is my brother. Wow, that was so obvious. Anyway, I can't remember what grade he's in right now and I can't really remember his age. I'm a nice brother, aren't I?

"Yeah, yeah. You were crazy since you came out of Mom."

"Why you little! Don't you have any respect for me, your own brother—" And then my eyes swept over a picture on the side table near the stairs. I dropped my argument with Satoshi at the moment.

Walking over, leaning closer, taking a better look, hard realization hits.

'Of course! How can I be so stupid!'

"Hey, you alright bro? Anyway, what's for dinner? Mom won't be back until next week. She called earlier—"

"Oh, she did? How's she?" Placing the picture back to its original place, I quickly disregarded my realization. I'll take care of that later.

"Told me that that she's pickin' us up again at the start of summer. Maybe bringing us back to America for a little vacation."

"Oh, okay okay. I'm planning on getting some ice cream later for dessert, so what do you want for dinner?"

"Steak! I miss America style cooking. Or maybe some spaghetti… just whatever is fine actually. Just please, no more of that red stuff from Korea. Was that Kimchi? Ugh. I never liked that." Mom went to South Korea a few days back.

For the past years, both Mom and Dad would pick us up on our vacations and take us to America, where Dad works.

I'm not sure yet but I may attend my college there, but I'm not so sure about that.

'I'm still young; I shouldn't let school get in the way of anything!'.

Grinning like the absolute fool I am, dinner preparation was on going. I put on a yellow headband I usually wear. But during gigs, I take it off because Hideshii-senpai said "You know, for a guy, wearing a headband suits you and all but I guess it's nicer without it too." Or so he said.

"…huh…"

"Oh sorry, Satoshi. What was that? I kinda spaced out."

"I'm just wondering, Mionee-chan gave you that headband right? When she broke your red one?"

"Y-yeah. What about it?" Daaamn, why the hell did I stutter?

"Nah, it's just weird that your still wearing it." A smug grin like he just figured something out and whatever it is that he 'figured out', I'm not sticking around to hear it.

"Whatever, just sit or lay down or something. I'm making dinner right now." Him snickering in the background didn't help either.

"Or maybe it's because you still like her, onii-chan?"

And with that, Satoshi's dinner was mostly full of Kimchi.

I guess staring at a blank text screen of your phone isn't so healthy. My mind was starting to pound, thinking of a best way to say the best and probably the lamest excuse ever.

'How long had it been exactly?'

Far too long for my tastes. It wasn't my fault I haven't got the chance to email her or text her though but I guess starting today won't hurt, right?

'Idiot. Why did you let it become so long?! If she doesn't recognize you anymore, I'll just laugh at your pathetic misery.'

And yes, a voice deep within the creases of my brain just answered my 'question'.

'Oh come on, I'm called a conscience, dumb-butt. Now, call her or you're gonna—I don't know what will actually happen if you don't call her but it's at the lines of her completely not talking to you.'

You're a little piece of shit, aren't you? But seriously now, what if she's upset? What if she doesn't expect me to call me after some months? What if she looks for a souvenir? Damn it! I already ate all of the chocolates!

'Pffft. I do hope chocolates will suffice. She's your damn childhood friend! At least tell her you're still alive! I doubt that she even knows that you moved to that all-boys school last year.'

I sighed in resignation and probably out of madness too.

With all the current courage I can muster at the moment, I pressed a button, and with a few of nerve-wracking seconds, it stopped.

"Rikkun?" She picked up.

Yeah, this is a short chapter; I know but bear with it. I just noticed that the story seemed to be everywhere, like earphone tangles everywhere sooo… please let me know for all the MiTsu fans out there, what do you desire? *goes in a heroic stance* I'll update maybe sometime again this week so that you'll know what happened between Riku and Mio in the past and the present. Thanks and belated holiday seasons. Please review!